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PLEASE READ BEFORE PLAYING: In this multiple choice adventure, you play a first-year
male university student trying to win over a girl who attends the same classes as you.
Good luck!
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You have recently started your first year at university. Not being very outgoing, you find it hard getting to know your fellow students, and invariably find yourself alone at the back of the lecture theatre. That is where you are sitting, ten minutes into an Igneous Geology lecture one Friday morning, when a very pretty young blonde woman in a yellow blouse and tight black miniskirt quietly sneaks in and takes her place next to you in the back row. She gives you a rueful grin and whispers, “Hi!”
“Hello,” you reply. “Don’t worry, you haven’t missed much.” You gesture to a few lines of notes that you have taken.
“Ooh, can I copy that down?” she asks.
“Sure, help yourself,” you say. While she is copying your notes, you introduce yourself.
“Nice to meet you,” she says, without lifting her eyes from your notes. “I’m April.”
Once she has caught up, you take back your notes and continue to listen to the lecturer as he drones on about diorite intrusions and plagioclase feldspars. As the lecture comes to an end, you turn to April and say, “So ... what degree are you going for?”
“Physical Geography,” she says. “You?”
“Same,” you say. “So, I suppose we have the same lecture schedules...”
“Yes, I suppose so,” she agrees, a little guardedly.
You don’t want to waste this opportunity, so you continue,
“Can we sit together again in our next lecture?”
“Well it was nice meeting you.”
“I’m sure we’ll run into each other again sometime, then.”
“Do you have any plans for lunchtime?”
“Hmm, maybe some other time,” says April, a little apologetically.
You nod in response, and the two of you part company.
You spend the next lecture alone, and the two after that. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of male friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
April smiles and nods. “Well, I’ll see you around!”
She picks up her things, and the two of you part company.
You spend the next lecture alone, and the two after that. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of male friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
April smiles and nods. “I’m sure we will!”
She picks up her things, and the two of you part company.
You spend the next lecture alone, and the two after that. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of male friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
“Lunch in the cafeteria, I suppose,” she says, then she adds, a little too quickly, “with my friends.”
“Ah, ok,” you reply, and the two of you part company.
You spend the next lecture alone, and the two after that. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of male friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
There is one empty chair at the table. “Mind if I join you guys?” you ask.
“Well, yeah,” says one of the young men at the table. “Plenty of less crowded tables, mate.”
You look to April for support, but she does not meet your eye, and seems uncomfortable.
“My mistake,” you apologise, and you head to a different table. You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April entering with a female friend. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April, accompanied by a female friend, walking past on her way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to April?
April looks rather taken aback by your enthusiastic approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for her and her friend, she shakes her head.
“Um, no thank you,” she says.
“Oh ... okay,” you reply. Feeling rather embarrassed, you return to your video game.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. April arrives soon afterward, placing her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You keep playing your game, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi April!” you call out. She looks a little startled, and gives you a quick wave before hurrying on her way. Feeling a little downcast, you go back to your book, and continue to read until it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hey April, do you want to be my lab partner?” you ask her hopefully.
She smiles apologetically. “Sorry, I think I’m partnering with Adam.”
“Oh, okay,” you reply, trying not to seem as disappointed as you feel. “Have fun.”
You spend the next two hours working on the lab project Owen has set for everyone. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
You partner with Roddy, a young man with even fewer social skills than you. He is quite clever, however, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening with your misfit friends, Colin and Adolf, but as you go to bed you cannot stop thinking about April. You can’t wait to see her again...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of April, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
April enters a minute or so later. You...
Sigh wistfully as you watch her join her friends at the front of the room.
Say “Hey April,” and pat the seat next to you.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
April says, “Oh, hi,” and then hurries on down to the front of the room, leaving you feeling rather rejected.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
There is one empty chair at the table. “Mind if I join you guys?” you ask.
“Sorry mate,” says one of the young men at the table. “That seat’s taken.”
You look to April for support, but she does not meet your eye, and seems uncomfortable.
“My mistake,” you apologise, and you head to a different table. You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April entering with a female friend. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April, accompanied by a female friend, walking past on her way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to April?
April looks rather taken aback by your enthusiastic approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for her and her friend, she shakes her head.
“Um, no thank you,” she says.
“Oh ... okay,” you reply. Feeling rather embarrassed, you return to your video game.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. April arrives soon afterward, placing her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You keep playing your game, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi April!” you call out. She looks a little startled, and gives you a quick wave before hurrying on her way. Feeling a little downcast, you go back to your book, and continue to read until it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hey April, do you want to be my lab partner?” you ask her hopefully.
She smiles apologetically. “Sorry, I think I’m partnering with Adam.”
“Oh, okay,” you reply, trying not to seem as disappointed as you feel. “Have fun.”
You spend the next two hours working on the lab project Owen has set for everyone. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
You partner with Roddy, a young man with even fewer social skills than you. He is quite clever, however, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about April. You can’t wait to see her again...
Continue.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April, accompanied by a female friend, walking past on her way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to April?
“Hi April!” you call out. She looks a little startled, and gives you a little wave.
Then she stops for a moment. “What are you reading there?” she asks.
You hold up your book to show her. “I have some ... esoteric interests,” you explain with a grin.
She raises an eyebrow, then smiles. “Cool,” she says, before continuing on her way.
Returning to your book, you continue to read until it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of April, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
April enters a minute or so later. You...
Sigh wistfully as you watch her join her friends at the front of the room.
Say “Hey April,” and pat the seat next to you.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
April smiles at you briefly and says, “Hi there,” before continuing on down to the front of the room.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
There is one empty chair at the table. “Mind if I join you guys?” you ask.
“Sorry mate,” says one of the young men at the table. “That seat’s taken.”
You look to April for support, but she merely smiles apologetically and shrugs.
“My mistake,” you apologise, and you head to a different table. You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April entering with a female friend. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April, accompanied by a female friend, walking past on her way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to April?
April looks rather taken aback by your enthusiastic approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for her and her friend, she shakes her head.
“Thanks, but we’re okay,” she says.
“Oh ... okay,” you reply. Feeling rather embarrassed, you return to your video game.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. April arrives soon afterward, placing her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You keep playing your game, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi April!” you call out. She looks a little startled, and gives you a quick wave before hurrying on her way. Feeling a little downcast, you go back to your book, and continue to read until it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hey April, do you want to be my lab partner?” you ask her hopefully.
She glances around. “Sure, okay,” she says. “My usual partner didn’t come in today. I think he might be ill.”
“Awesome!” you say.
You spend the next two hours working with April on the lab project Owen has set for everyone. The two of you form a good team, and April starts to loosen up around you. She gets quite chatty, and even laughs at one of your jokes. By the end of the lab, your partnership is the only one to obtain perfect results.
Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. April joins her friends at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
You partner with Roddy, a young man with even fewer social skills than you. He is quite clever, however, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You hang out with your friends, Colin and Adolf, playing video games for most of the evening. Later, as you get ready for bed in your room, you cannot stop thinking about April. You can’t wait to see her again...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of April, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
April enters a minute or so later. You...
Sigh wistfully as you watch her join her friends at the front of the room.
Say “Hey April,” and pat the seat next to you.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
April smiles at you and says, “Hi there! Oh, sorry, my friends will be expecting me.” She continues on down to the front of the room, leaving you feeling a little disappointed.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
There is one empty chair at the table. “Mind if I join you guys?” you ask.
“Sorry mate,” says one of the young men at the table. “That seat’s taken.”
You look to April for support, but she merely smiles apologetically and shrugs.
“My mistake,” you apologise, and you head to a different table. You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April entering with a female friend. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April, accompanied by a female friend, walking past on her way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to April?
April looks startled, then somewhat amused by your enthusiastic approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for her and her friend, she chuckles.
“Thanks, but we’re okay,” she says.
“Oh ... okay,” you reply. Feeling rather embarrassed, you return to your video game.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. April arrives soon afterward, placing her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You keep playing your game, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi April!” you call out. She smiles and waves to you, before continuing on her way. You go back to your book, and continue to read until it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who places her bag on a bench some distance from you. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop. You...
Walk over to April and ask her if she would like to be your lab partner.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hey April, do you want to be my lab partner?” you ask her hopefully.
She glances around. “Sure!” she says. “We seem to work well together.”
“Awesome!” you say.
You spend the next two hours working with April on the lab project Owen has set for everyone. Once again, the two of you form a good partnership.
While you chat with her, you feel a mounting desire to ask her out. Eventually, as she is peering into a microscope, you blurt out...
“April, will you go out with me?”
“April, I think you’re very pretty.”
You partner with Roddy, a young man with even fewer social skills than you. He is quite clever, however, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about April. You can’t wait to see her again...
Continue.
April looks up in surprise. “Okay, I didn’t see that coming,” she says. “But, look, you know I’m married, right?”
“What?” you say, startled.
She holds up her left hand, on which you now notice a couple of rings, one of which sports a diamond.
“Oh,” you say. “Bugger.”
April chuckles. “Not very observant, are you?”
“I don’t suppose,” you venture, “you’re unhappy in your marriage...?”
She laughs. “No!” she says firmly. “You need to find yourself a nice single girl. Look around you! There are plenty of them about.”
You sigh. “Maybe, but I’m pretty hopeless at talking to them.”
“Well look,” says April, “I happen to know a couple of nice girls who might be interested in you.”
“Oh?” you inquire guardedly. “Lonely social misfits like myself, you mean?”
“Something like that,” she replies candidly. “Would you like me to introduce you to one of them, or not?”
“Possibly,” you acknowledge. “Tell me about them.”
“Well first there’s Polly,” says April. “Very sweet, shy, short, cuddly figure ... big boobs, if you like that sort of thing. Has the nickname ‘Polly-poo’, for reasons I won’t go into.”
“Okay...?” you say. “And the second?”
“Charlotte the Harlot,” says April. “Don’t worry – the nickname is ironic. She’s actually a very straight-laced, churchgoing type. Tall, slim, quite pretty ... probably has killer legs under the ankle-length dresses she always wears.”
You think for a moment, before saying, “Would you mind introducing me to...
Polly?”
Charlotte?”
April looks up in surprise. “Um, thank you,” she says, seeming slightly uncomfortable. “Look ... you know I’m married, right?”
You now notice rings on the fourth finger of her left hand. “Of course!” you say with a false laugh. “It was just a harmless compliment.”
“Uh-huh,” says April.
“I don’t suppose,” you venture, “you’re unhappy in your marriage...?”
She laughs. “No!” she says firmly. “You need to find yourself a nice single girl. Look around you! There are plenty of them about.”
You sigh. “Maybe, but I’m pretty hopeless at talking to them.”
“Well look,” says April, “I happen to know a couple of nice girls who might be interested in you.”
“Oh?” you inquire guardedly. “Lonely social misfits like myself, you mean?”
“Something like that,” she replies candidly. “Would you like me to introduce you to one of them, or not?”
“Possibly,” you acknowledge. “Tell me about them.”
“Well first there’s Polly,” says April. “Very sweet, shy, short, cuddly figure ... big boobs, if you like that sort of thing. Has the nickname ‘Polly-poo’, for reasons I won’t go into.”
“Okay...?” you say. “And the second?”
“Charlotte the Harlot,” says April. “Don’t worry – the nickname is ironic. She’s actually a very straight-laced, churchgoing type. Tall, slim, quite pretty ... probably has killer legs under the ankle-length dresses she always wears.”
You think for a moment, before saying, “Would you mind introducing me to...
Polly?”
Charlotte?”
“Good choice,” says April approvingly. “Well come on then – she’s just over there...”
“Not now!” you say hastily. “I don’t want to interrupt her lab work – this isn’t a good time.”
“Oh,” says April, and she shrugs. “Well, come and see us at the bar in the Student’s Union tomorrow at lunchtime – she and I usually have a drink together after we’ve eaten.”
“Okay,” you say, nodding. “That sounds good.”
After the lab, you head to your final lecture of the day. April joins her friends at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
“Interesting!” says April, with a grin of amusement. “I can’t wait to see how this turns out. Come on then – she’s right over there...”
“Not now!” you say hastily. “I don’t want to interrupt her lab work – this isn’t a good time.”
“Oh,” says April, and she shrugs. “Well, come and join me for lunch tomorrow in the cafeteria. She usually sits with our group.”
“Okay,” you say, nodding. “That sounds good.”
After the lab, you head to your final lecture of the day. April joins her friends at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of April, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
April enters a minute or so later. You...
Sigh wistfully as you watch her join her friends at the front of the room.
Say “Hey April,” and pat the seat next to you.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
April smiles at you and says, “Hi there! I’ll see you at the bar later, okay?” She continues on down to the front of the room.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
There is one empty chair at the table. “Mind if I join you guys?” you ask.
“Sorry mate,” says one of the young men at the table. “That seat’s taken.”
You look to April for support, but she merely says, “I’ll see you in a few minutes at the bar, okay?”
“Okay,” you reply, and you head to a different table. You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April entering with a female friend. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April, accompanied by a female friend, walking past on her way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to April?
April looks somewhat amused by your enthusiastic approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for her and her friend, she nods.
“Thanks, that’d be nice,” she says. “This is my friend Polly. Polly, this is the lad I was telling you about.”
“Hi,” says her friend, a little shyly. She is
not as pretty as April, certainly, but there is something about her that you find very appealing. Perhaps it is the way her shoulder-length brown hair curls up at the ends, or the little dimples in her cheeks when she smiles ... or maybe her buxom chest, which her baggy t-shirt cannot hide.
You attempt to converse with her, but she is no better with strangers than you are, and it feels quite awkward. Eventually, April says, “Why don’t the two of you pair up for this afternoon’s lab? I think you’ll find it easier to talk to each other if you’re working together on something.”
“Okay,” you agree, nodding.
Polly smiles and nods.
As two o’clock approaches, the three of you head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop.
Despite Polly’s small stature and curvaceous physique, she moves with surprising grace. You watch her prepare the lab equipment for a few moments, then you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she’s enjoying university life.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You keep playing your game, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who marches up to you.
“What happened?” she inquires. “Why didn’t you come and meet Polly?”
Your cheeks turning a little red, you reply,
“I’m sorry ... I got a little nervous.”
“I changed my mind – I’d like to meet Charlotte instead.”
You continue to read your book, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who marches up to you.
“What happened?” she inquires. “Why didn’t you come and meet Polly?”
Your cheeks turning a little red, you reply,
“I’m sorry ... I got a little nervous.”
“I changed my mind – I’d like to meet Charlotte instead.”
“Hi April!” you call out. She turns and smiles at you.
“Hey Polly,” she says to her friend. “This is the lad I was telling you about.”
“Hi,” says her friend, a little shyly. She is not as pretty as April, certainly, but there is something about her that you find very appealing. Perhaps it is the way her shoulder-length brown hair curls up at the ends, or the little dimples in her cheeks when she smiles ... or maybe her buxom chest, which her baggy t-shirt cannot hide.
You attempt to converse with her, but she is no better with strangers than you are, and it feels quite awkward. Eventually, April says, “Why don’t the two of you pair up for this afternoon’s lab? I think you’ll find it easier to talk to each other if you’re working together on something.”
“Okay,” you agree, nodding.
Polly smiles and nods.
As two o’clock approaches, the three of you head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop.
Despite Polly’s small stature and curvaceous physique, she moves with surprising grace. You watch her prepare the lab equipment for a few moments, then you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she’s enjoying university life.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
“What?” says Polly, looking shocked. “Jeez, don’t be a jerk!”
“Sorry,” you apologise, but the damage is done. The rest of the lab is a disaster; Polly barely speaks to you, and you end up getting very poor results.
Afterwards, Polly tells April what you said, and April gives you a piece of her mind before telling you not to bother talking to her – or her friends – ever again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
“Yes, very much,” says Polly. “You?”
“Oh yes,” you say. “Though I’ve been finding it a little hard to make friends.”
“I know the feeling,” says Polly. “Thank goodness for April, or I wouldn’t know anyone!”
The two of you continue to chat as you work, and by the end of the lab, you are feeling quite at ease in Polly’s company.
“I’ve enjoyed working with you,” you tell her. “Perhaps we can do it again?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile. “I’ve enjoyed it too.”
After the lab, you head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly gasps, and flushes red with embarrassment. “I’d rather not talk about that, if you don’t mind,” she says.
“Oh! I’m very sorry,” you apologise. “I didn’t mean to touch on a raw nerve.”
“It’s okay,” she says, but she looks a little sad.
Fortunately, as the two of you work together over the next couple of hours, you find yourself getting on very well with Polly. By the end of the lab, you are feeling quite at ease in her company.
“I’ve enjoyed working with you,” you tell her. “Perhaps we can do it again?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile. “I’ve enjoyed it too.”
After the lab, you head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, contemplating the day’s events and wondering what tomorrow will bring...
Continue.
April chuckles sympathetically. “She won’t bite, you know,” she says. “But don’t worry about it. We’ll probably be in the bar again tomorrow at lunchtime, so if you find your courage, come and see us.”
“Thanks,” you tell her gratefully.
After the lab, which you complete on your own, you head to your final lecture of the day. April joins her friends at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
“Oh!” says April, surprised. “Well, if you want to meet Charlotte, just join me for lunch tomorrow. She’s usually at our table; I’ll introduce you.”
“Thanks,” you tell her gratefully.
After the lab, which you complete on your own, you head to your final lecture of the day. April joins her friends at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of April, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
April enters a minute or so later. You...
Sigh wistfully as you watch her join her friends at the front of the room.
Say “Hey April,” and pat the seat next to you.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
April smiles at you and says, “Hi there! I’ll see you at lunchtime, okay?” She continues on down to the front of the room.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see her laughing and chatting with a couple of friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting at a table with a larger group. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
There is one empty chair at the table. “Mind if I join you guys?” you ask.
“Sorry mate,” says one of the young men at the table. “That seat’s taken.”
“It’s okay, he’s with me,” says April.
“Really?” says the young man dubiously. “All right then, take a seat.”
You sit down between April and a moderately pretty, sandy-haired girl who is wearing some unfashionably large-lensed glasses. Her hair is gathered together in a long plait that descends to the small of her back.
“This is Charlotte,” says April. “Charlotte, this is the lad I was telling you about.”
“Hello,” she says, rather coolly. “Nice to meet you.”
“So ... what are you studying?” you ask her.
“The same as you, I believe,” says Charlotte. “Physical Geography.”
“Can I ask what made you choose this subject?” you inquire.
“I was always quite fascinated by the rock formations near where I live,” says Charlotte, with no trace of emotion. “Studying them, and other rocks, has been a hobby of mine since I was six years old.”
“Oh? And whereabouts do you live?” you ask her.
“Will there be very many more questions?” asks Charlotte politely. “Or are you familiar with other forms of conversation?”
“And this,” says April loudly, “is why Charlotte doesn’t have many friends.”
You smirk a little at this, but merely say, “No, Charlotte’s right – I’m not an especially good conversationalist, particularly with strangers.”
“The two of you have that in common, at least,” says April with a wink.
Conversing with Charlotte does indeed prove challenging, and you find yourself getting a little frustrated. Eventually, April says, “Why don’t the two of you pair up for this afternoon’s lab? I think you’ll find it easier to talk to each other if you’re working together on something.”
“Okay,” you agree, nodding.
Charlotte shrugs indifferently. “I suppose it’s worth a try.”
As everyone gets up to leave, you say to Charlotte, “See you later, Charlotte.” Then you step outside for a breath of fresh air.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte partner up. Owen, the postgraduate running this lab, enters the room and starts setting up his laptop.
It quickly becomes apparent that Charlotte is very conscientious student, with meticulous attention to detail. You watch her prepare the lab equipment for a few moments, then you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she’s enjoying university life.
If she minds being called Charlotte the Harlot.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April entering with a female friend. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April, accompanied by a female friend, walking past on her way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to April?
April does not look pleased to see you. “Really?” she says. “After you stood me up at lunch?”
“About that,” you say. “Let me explain...”
But she holds up her hand. “I don’t want to hear it,” she says. “Goodbye!”
Feeling chastened, you mumble an apology and leave the bar. At two o’clock, you head up to the geology lab, where April marches up to you.
“All right, what happened?” she demands. “Why didn’t you come and meet Charlotte?”
Your cheeks turning a little red, you reply,
“I’m sorry ... I got a little nervous.”
“I changed my mind – I’d like to meet Polly instead.”
You keep playing your game, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who marches up to you.
“All right, what happened?” she demands. “Why didn’t you come and meet Charlotte?”
Your cheeks turning a little red, you reply,
“I’m sorry ... I got a little nervous.”
“I changed my mind – I’d like to meet Polly instead.”
You continue to read your book, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who marches up to you.
“What happened?” she demands. “Why didn’t you come and meet Charlotte?”
Your cheeks turning a little red, you reply,
“I’m sorry ... I got a little nervous.”
“I changed my mind – I’d like to meet Polly instead.”
“Hi April!” you call out. She turns and glares at you before continuing on towards the Student Union.
A little taken aback, you continue to read your book, until two o’clock approaches and it is time for you to head to the geology lab. You get there shortly before April, who marches up to you.
“So what happened?” she demands. “Why didn’t you come and meet Charlotte?”
Your cheeks turning a little red, you reply,
“I’m sorry ... I got a little nervous.”
“I changed my mind – I’d like to meet Polly instead.”
Charlotte stares at you through her large round glasses. “That’s highly inappropriate,” she remarks. “If that is how you are going to talk to me, then I would prefer you to remain silent.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, but the damage is done. The rest of the lab is a disaster; Charlotte takes over the project entirely, barely involving you at all, and she does not say another word to you.
Afterwards, she tells April what you said, and April gives you a piece of her mind before telling you not to bother talking to her – or her friends – ever again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
“Of course,” says Charlotte. “I am grateful for this opportunity and intend to take full advantage of it.”
“You’re talking about learning about physical geology and getting your degree, right?”
“Naturally,” says Charlotte. “To what else would I be referring?”
“How about the social experience?” you suggest. “The university life! The culture!”
“Distractions from what is important,” says Charlotte dismissively.
“The academic experience is the most important aspect of university life, I grant you,” you acknowledge. “But it’s not the ONLY aspect. Focusing only on the work and neglecting the culture is like driving from one place to another through beautiful scenery and never looking out of the window.”
“If you’re driving,” says Charlotte, “you should be paying attention to where you’re going, and not get distracted by scenery.”
“But the scenery has a cliff face with beautiful sedimentary strata exposed,” you say. “And you’re going to drive right past it, and not even stop to take a look?”
Charlotte pauses to consider this. “I do enjoy a good analogy,” she concedes. “I suppose it is possible I may be missing out on something. I am not eschewing extracurricular activities entirely, however; I have joined the Scripture Union here.”
“Just an extension of church,” you tell her. “Doesn’t count.”
The two of you continue to chat as you work, and by the end of the lab, you are starting to feel more at ease in Charlotte’s company. She is not the easiest girl to talk to, but you seem to be finding her wavelength. Importantly, you also learn that she usually spends the second half of her lunch hour at the library.
“I’ve enjoyed working with you,” you tell her. “Perhaps we can do it again?”
Charlotte purses her lips in what is almost a smile, and nods. “Actually, I have enjoyed our conversation,” she says. “I would be amenable to future contact.”
“Awesome,” you reply.
After the lab, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte shrugs. “I can see the comedic value in the extreme inapplicability of the label,” she says. “As long as nobody takes it seriously, it seems harmless enough.”
“So ... you’ve never had a boyfriend?” you ask curiously.
“Boyfriend, yes,” says Charlotte. “Sex, no.”
“I suppose sex before marriage is against your religious beliefs?” you say.
“You suppose correctly,” says Charlotte. “Shall we proceed with our project?”
As the two of you work together over the next couple of hours, you find conversation with her difficult, but not impossible. By the end of the lab, you are starting to feel like you are finding her wavelength. Importantly, you also learn that she usually spends the second half of her lunch hour at the library.
“I’ve enjoyed working with you,” you tell her. “Perhaps we can do it again?”
Charlotte purses her lips in what is almost a smile, and nods. “Actually, I have enjoyed our conversation,” she says. “I would be amenable to future contact.”
“Awesome,” you reply.
After the lab, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, contemplating the day’s events and wondering what tomorrow will bring...
Continue.
April chuckles sympathetically. “She won’t bite, you know,” she says. “But don’t worry about it. I’m sure she’ll be having lunch with us again tomorrow, so if you find your courage, come and join us.”
“Thanks,” you tell her gratefully.
After the lab, which you complete on your own, you head to your final lecture of the day. April joins her friends at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
“Oh!” says April, surprised. “Well, if you want to meet Polly, just come to the Students’ Union bar after lunch tomorrow. I’ll be happy to introduce you.”
“Thanks,” you tell her gratefully.
After the lab, which you complete on your own, you head to your final lecture of the day. April joins her friends at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, you...
Smile at her and say hi as she passes.
Invite her to sit next to you.
Polly smiles back and says “Hi!” Then she continues on down to the front to sit with her friends.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with a male friend. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
“Thanks!” she says. “Perhaps another time; my friends are all down there at the front.”
“Oh, okay,” you say, feeling disappointed.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with a male friend. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
As you approach, Polly looks up and smiles at you. “We were just talking about you!” she says. “This is my elder and wiser brother Anthony.”
“Brother! Ah,” you say, relieved. “Nice to meet you, Anthony.”
“Please, join us!” says Anthony, gesturing to an empty chair.
The three of you chat throughout your entire lunch hour; both are good company. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April and Polly entering. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April and Polly walking past on their way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to them?
April and Polly smile at you as you approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for them, they both giggle.
“Thanks, that’d be nice,” says April. “Polly and I were just talking about you, actually.”
The three of you converse pleasantly over drinks. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You keep playing your game, trying to beat your high score. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi!” says April, and Polly smiles and waves at you. The two of them come over and sit next to you, and the three of you converse pleasantly for a while. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
Polly’s face falls. “You cheeky bugger!” she says. “Don’t be a jerk, okay?”
You humbly apologise, and she lets it slide. By the end of the lab, she seems to have forgiven you.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “I’d like that,” she says, “but unfortunately it’s not really an option for me right now.”
“Why not?” you inquire.
“My dad is disabled and needs a lot of care,” explains Polly. “During the day, a nurse looks after him, but she leaves at six o’clock and I have to take over.”
“Wow,” you say. “That’s a lot of responsibility on your young shoulders. How long have you been taking care of him?”
“Two years,” she says. “Since the car accident that broke his neck. My brother Anthony had already left home, and our parents divorced when I was nine, so that just left me...”
“Yikes,” you say with a little shudder. “So, you’re barred from having a life of your own outside university hours? That’s rather sad.”
“Not as sad as not having my dad,” says Polly seriously.
“Fair enough,” you concede. “Well, my offer stands if you can ever get someone else to fill in for you for a couple of hours.”
“Thank you,” says Polly with a smile.
You continue to chat with Polly, getting to know her better. She even shows you pictures of her father and brother.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly blushes. “Sorry, I’m not quite ready to share that information!” she says. “And please don’t ask around. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?”
“Of course,” you say with a reassuring smile.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening with Colin and Adolf, telling them excitedly about Polly. You are getting quite fond of her, and you look forward to spending more time with her...
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
As before, you and she get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you...
Smile at her and say hi as she passes.
Invite her to sit next to you.
Charlotte nods in acknowledgment and says “Hello.” Then she continues on down to the front to sit with her friends.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
“Thanks,” she says, “but I’d rather sit at the front with my friends if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, okay,” you say, feeling disappointed.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
There is one empty chair at the table, next to Charlotte. “Mind if I join you guys?” you ask.
“Sure,” says April, smiling at you.
Charlotte seems neither pleased nor displeased as you sit down next to her. You engage her in polite conversation for a while, and then ask her if she wants to be your lab partner again.
“Okay,” she says with a shrug.
As two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte partner up again.
As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she ever wears anything but long dresses.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the library.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You walk to the library and go inside, looking for Charlotte. You soon find her in the Geography section. “Hi Charlotte!” you say brightly.
“Oh, hello,” she says. “What are you doing here?”
You reply,
“Just thought I’d do some background reading.”
“I came here to see you.”
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see Charlotte walking past on her way to the library. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to her?
“I like to keep ahead of the lecture material,” you tell her.
Charlotte nods approvingly. “I feel the same way,” she says.
You pull a book off a shelf, and say casually, “Want to partner up again in our lab this afternoon?”
“Sure,” says Charlotte. She sits down at a table and begins to read, and does not object when you sit down across from her with your own book.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte partner up again.
As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she ever wears anything but long dresses.
Charlotte raises an eyebrow. “Well I’m here to read, not converse,” she says.
“No problem,” you say quickly. “I won’t disturb you. But perhaps we could partner up again in our lab?”
“I suppose so,” says Charlotte. She sits down at a table and begins to read, and does not object when you sit down across from her with a book of your own.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte partner up again.
As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she ever wears anything but long dresses.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Charlotte if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hello,” says Charlotte, but she does not stop, so you return to your book as she continues on her way.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Charlotte if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
Charlotte stares at you through her large round glasses. “That’s highly inappropriate,” she remarks. “If that is how you are going to talk to me, then I would prefer you to remain silent.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, but the damage is done. The rest of the lab is a disaster; Charlotte takes over the project entirely, barely involving you at all, and she does not say another word to you.
Afterwards, she tells April what you said, and April gives you a piece of her mind before telling you not to bother talking to her – or her friends – ever again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Charlotte stares at you through her large round glasses. “You want to have dinner with me?” she inquires.
“I’d like to buy you dinner,” you clarify. “At a nice restaurant.”
She seems surprised. “That is most kind of you,” she says, “but I always have dinner at home. My father is ... quite strict ... and he doesn’t like me hanging out at university after five o’clock.”
“Bummer!” you say. “Aren’t you old enough to decide for yourself how late you stay out?”
“Not according to Daddy,” says Charlotte, a little ruefully. “What you need to understand is that my family is very religious, and we ... all of us, which includes my sisters and I ... are expected to adhere to certain standards of behaviour.”
“I could not be less interested in what your family expects of you,” you retort. “What I want to know is, what do YOU want to do? What do you expect of yourself, what do you hope to achieve, and how do you plan to get there? Forge your own path, Charlotte – you owe it to yourself to do so.”
Charlotte smiles. “If only it were that simple,” she says. “But thanks for the pep talk.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte gives you a disapproving stare. “I’m sorry that my clothing choices do not meet with your approval, but frankly I don’t dress with you in mind.”
“Fair enough,” you say. “It was just a question, not a judgment.”
“I suspect it was a little bit of both,” she says.
“Maybe,” you concede. “But if you are happy with your clothing choices, why get defensive about them?”
“I’ve noticed you tend to ask a lot of questions,” Charlotte remarks.
“It’s how I get answers,” you reply.
Charlotte smirks at this, and nods.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening with Colin and Adolf, telling them excitedly about Charlotte. She is a fascinating, if somewhat frustrating girl to talk to, and you look forward to spending more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte shakes her head. “Ben already asked me,” she said. “Maybe another time.”
“Oh ... okay,” you say, a little disappointed.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, you...
Smile at her and say hi as she passes.
Invite her to sit next to you.
Polly smiles back and says “Hi!” Then she continues on down to the front to sit with her friends.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with a male friend. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
“Thanks!” she says. “Perhaps another time; my friends are all down there at the front.”
“Oh, okay,” you say, feeling disappointed.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
As you approach, Polly looks up and smiles at you. “Hi there!” she says.
“Hi Polly,” you say, relieved. “And hello Anthony.”
“Please, join us!” says Anthony, gesturing to an empty chair.
The three of you chat throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April and Polly entering. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April and Polly walking past on their way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to them?
April and Polly smile at you as you approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for them, they both giggle.
“Thanks, that’d be nice,” says April. “Polly and I were just talking about you, actually.”
The three of you converse pleasantly over drinks. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You keep playing your game, trying to beat your high score. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi!” says April, and Polly smiles and waves at you. The two of them come over and sit next to you, and the three of you converse pleasantly for a while. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
Polly’s face falls. “You cheeky bugger!” she says. “Don’t be a jerk, okay?”
You humbly apologise, and she lets it slide. By the end of the lab, she seems to have forgiven you.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “I’d like that,” she says, “but unfortunately it’s not really an option for me right now.”
“Why not?” you inquire.
“My dad is disabled and needs a lot of care,” explains Polly. “During the day, a nurse looks after him, but she leaves at six o’clock and I have to take over.”
“Wow,” you say. “That’s a lot of responsibility on your young shoulders. How long have you been taking care of him?”
“Two years,” she says. “Since the car accident that broke his neck.”
“Yikes,” you say with a little shudder. “So, you’re barred from having a life of your own outside university hours? That’s rather sad.”
“Not as sad as not having my dad,” says Polly seriously.
“Fair enough,” you concede. “Well, my offer stands if you can ever get someone else to fill in for you for a couple of hours.”
“Thank you,” says Polly with a smile.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly blushes. “Sorry, I’m not quite ready to share that information!” she says. “And please don’t ask around. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?”
“Of course,” you say with a reassuring smile.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are getting quite fond of her, and you look forward to spending more time with her...
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
As before, you and she get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you...
Smile at her and say hi as she passes.
Invite her to sit next to you.
Charlotte nods in acknowledgment and says “Hello.” Then she continues on down to the front to sit with her friends.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
“Thanks,” she says, “but I’d rather sit at the front with my friends if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, okay,” you say, feeling disappointed.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
There is one empty chair at the table, next to Charlotte. “Mind if I join you guys?” you ask.
“Sure,” says April, smiling at you.
Charlotte seems neither pleased nor displeased as you sit down next to her. You engage her in polite conversation for a while, and then ask her if she wants to be your lab partner again.
“Okay,” she says with a shrug.
As two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte partner up again.
As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the library.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You walk to the library and go inside, looking for Charlotte. You soon find her in the Geography section. “Hi Charlotte!” you say brightly.
“Hello,” she says, without pausing her browsing.
You watch her for a moment, then say,
“You look pretty today.”
“Would you like to partner up again for today’s lab?”
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see Charlotte walking past on her way to the library. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to her?
“Thank you,” she replies, without looking away from the books on the shelves. Then, a moment later, she says, “Would you like to be my lab partner today?”
“Absolutely,” you reply, and she nods. Then she finds what she is looking for, and sits down to read.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
Charlotte thinks for a moment, then nods. “Sure,” she says. Then she finds what she is looking for, and sits down to read.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Charlotte if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hello,” says Charlotte, but she does not stop, so you return to your book as she continues on her way.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Charlotte if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
Charlotte stares at you through her large round glasses. “That’s highly inappropriate,” she remarks. “If that is how you are going to talk to me, then I would prefer you to remain silent.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, but the damage is done. The rest of the lab is a disaster; Charlotte takes over the project entirely, barely involving you at all, and she does not say another word to you.
Afterwards, she tells April what you said, and April gives you a piece of her mind before telling you not to bother talking to her – or her friends – ever again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Charlotte stares at you through her large round glasses. “You want to have dinner with me?” she inquires.
“I’d like to buy you dinner,” you clarify. “At a nice restaurant.”
She seems surprised. “That is most kind of you,” she says, “but I always have dinner at home. My father is ... quite strict ... and he doesn’t like me hanging out at university after five o’clock.”
“Bummer!” you say. “Aren’t you old enough to decide for yourself how late you stay out?”
“Not according to Daddy,” says Charlotte, a little ruefully. “What you need to understand is that my family is very religious, and we ... all of us, which includes my sisters and I ... are expected to adhere to certain standards of behaviour.”
“I could not be less interested in what your family expects of you,” you retort. “What I want to know is, what do YOU want to do? What do you expect of yourself, what do you hope to achieve, and how do you plan to get there? Forge your own path, Charlotte – you owe it to yourself to do so.”
Charlotte smiles. “If only it were that simple,” she says. “But thanks for the pep talk.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte gives you a disapproving stare. “It’s unlikely,” she says. “But anyway, this isn’t an appropriate topic for conversation in the lab. Let’s just stick to the work, shall we?”
“Okay,” you agree.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. She is a fascinating, if somewhat frustrating girl to talk to, and you look forward to spending more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte shakes her head. “Ben already asked me,” she said. “Maybe another time.”
“Oh ... okay,” you say, a little disappointed.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, you...
Smile at her and say hi as she passes.
Invite her to sit next to you.
Polly smiles back and says “Hi!” Then she continues on down to the front to sit with her friends.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
“Okay!” she says with a smile, and she sits down next to you as you beam happily.
While the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her t-shirt.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
As you approach, Polly looks up and smiles at you. “Hi there!” she says. “Have a seat!”
You sit down with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April and Polly entering. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April and Polly walking past on their way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to them?
April and Polly smile at you as you approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for them, they both giggle.
“Thank you,” says Polly, smiling at you. “And by all means, join us.”
The three of you converse pleasantly over drinks. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You keep playing your game, trying to beat your high score. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi!” says Polly, and April smiles and waves at you. The two of them come over and sit next to you, and the three of you converse pleasantly for a while. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
Polly swats your arm. “Jerk,” she says, but she does not seem too upset.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “It’s sweet of you to ask me again,” she says, “but as I said before, it’s really not possible right now.”
“I understand,” you say, disappointed.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly blushes. “Sorry, I’m not quite ready to share that information,” she says. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are getting quite fond of her, and you look forward to spending more time with her...
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
As before, you and she get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly gasps in shock as she feels your hand on her breast. She pulls away, then she gets up, grabs her stuff, and heads down to the front without saying a word to you.
In fact, she never talks to you again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly pushes your hand away and glares at you sharply. “What the hell?” she whispers.
“Sorry, I...” you begin, but it is too late. Polly gets up, grabs her stuff, and heads down to the front without saying another word to you.
In fact, she never talks to you again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly blushes and smiles. “Thank you!” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Draw a stick figure cartoon.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and recoils. “Forward much?” she whispers, apparently somewhat annoyed.
“Sorry,” you whisper back. “Just had this sudden impulse...”
“Yeah, well there’s a time and a place for sudden impulses,” she replies. “And this is neither!”
She does not sit with you during the third or fourth lectures of the morning. At lunchtime, as you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters. “I could do with a little sugar boost!”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Draw a stick figure cartoon.
Polly does not seem to react as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, however, she gently removes her hand and pats yours lightly with it. The message is clear: ‘Not yet’.
She does not sit with you in the fourth lecture. At lunchtime, as you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Polly blushes in response, and does not say anything. Five minutes later, she turns and gives you a shy smile. Clearly, she has been thinking about it.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
You draw an amusing little cartoon, which makes Polly giggle quietly.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly seems happy to engage in hangman with you, and you get through a couple of games during the remainder of the lecture.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer. “You coming to lunch with us?” asks Polly.
“Sure!” you reply.
You head to the cafeteria with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
“Don’t be daft!” says Polly, looking a little shocked, but also a little amused.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer. “You coming to lunch with us?” asks Polly.
“Sure!” you reply.
You head to the cafeteria with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you...
Smile at her and say hi as she passes.
Invite her to sit next to you.
Charlotte nods in acknowledgment and says “Hello.” Then she continues on down to the front to sit with her friends.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Charlotte pauses for a moment, then nods. “All right,” she says, and she sits down next to you.
You smile happily to yourself.
While the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
There is one empty chair at the table, next to Charlotte. “Mind if I join you, Charlotte?” you ask.
“I don’t mind,” says Charlotte, and you sit down next to her. You engage her in polite conversation for a while, and then ask her if she wants to be your lab partner again.
“Sure,” she says.
As two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte partner up again.
As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the library.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You walk to the library and go inside, looking for Charlotte. You soon find her in the Geography section. “Hi Charlotte!” you say brightly.
“Hello,” she says, without pausing her browsing.
You watch her for a moment, then you...
Tell her she looks pretty today.
Pull her into your arms.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see Charlotte walking past on her way to the library. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to her?
Charlotte glances at you with a hint of a smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she says. Then, a moment later, she says, “Want to partner up again for today’s lab?”
“Absolutely,” you reply, and she nods. Then she finds what she is looking for, and sits down to read.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You interpose yourself between Charlotte and the bookshelves, grasp her around the waist, and pull her towards you.
“Really?” she says, pushing you away. “Control yourself, man!”
“Sorry,” you say contritely.
“Hmph,” says Charlotte.
“Can we still be lab partners?” you ask her.
She hesitates, then nods. “Just remember to behave yourself!” she says.
“I will,” you promise.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. As before, the two of you converse cordially as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Charlotte if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hello,” says Charlotte, but she does not stop, so you return to your book as she continues on her way.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Charlotte if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
Charlotte stares at you through her large round glasses. “What a shame,” she remarks. “I expected better from you.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, but the damage is done. For the rest of the lab, she barely says a word to you, and then at its end she turns to you and says, “I don’t think I want to spend any more time with you.”
And that is the end of your budding relationship.
THE END
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Charlotte chuckles. “You’re persistent,” she remarks.
“I’m of the opinion that you’re worth the effort,” you reply.
She smiles. “As am I,” she says. “It’s a no for now, but only because I don’t relish facing my father’s wrath.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte frowns slightly. “It’s unlikely,” she says. “My father would probably have a stroke if he ever saw me wearing a miniskirt. He has a very low opinion of girls who show a lot of skin.”
“What about you?” you inquire. “Do you, too, have a low opinion of girls who wear miniskirts?”
“Well ... I did,” admits Charlotte, “but being at university has opened my eyes, and mind, somewhat. I mean, look at April. Married, very sweet ... and no stranger to miniskirts.”
“Then why not try it?” you suggest. “Your dad needn’t know, right? And who says it has to be a miniskirt? I’m sure you would look lovely in a knee-length sundress.”
Charlotte smiles. “It’s an intriguing idea,” she says, “but I’ve grown up obeying my father’s wishes to the letter. It’s a hard habit to shake.”
“I’m sure it is,” you say. “He sounds like quite a tyrant. I’m rather surprised he let you come to university to be honest.”
“He’s not so bad, really,” says Charlotte. “But yes, he wasn’t happy about me coming to university. Fortunately my grandparents are on my side, and they threatened him with financial repercussions if he didn’t let me pursue further education.”
“I like your grandparents already,” you say.
Charlotte grins. “I do too. Anyway, I don’t think I’m quite ready for shorter hemlines. Maybe someday.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. The more you get to know her, the more you like her, and you look forward to spending more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte shakes her head. “Ben already asked me,” she said. “Maybe another time.”
“Oh ... okay,” you say, a little disappointed.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte slaps your hand away and glares at you. “And I had such high hopes for you,” she says, and then she picks up her things and moves down a couple of rows.
She never talks to you again.
THE END
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Charlotte slaps your hand away and stares at you. “How disappointing,” she remarks, and then she picks up her things and moves down a couple of rows.
She never talks to you again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
She smiles slightly at your compliment, but does not say anything.
At the end of the lecture, you ask her if she would like to sit with you in your next lecture, but she shakes her head.
“I’m neglecting my other friends,” she says. “Let’s not push it, okay? Perhaps I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Okay,” you say, feeling disappointed.
You spend the next three lectures alone, and then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do!” you reply, and you smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her t-shirt.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
As you approach, Polly looks up and smiles at you. “Hi there!” she says. “Have a seat!”
You sit down with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April and Polly entering. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April and Polly walking past on their way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to them?
April and Polly smile at you as you approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for them, they both giggle.
“Thank you,” says Polly, smiling at you. “And by all means, join us.”
The three of you converse pleasantly over drinks. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You keep playing your game, trying to beat your high score. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi!” says Polly, and April smiles and waves at you. The two of them come over and sit next to you, and the three of you converse pleasantly for a while. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
Polly rolls her eyes. “Don’t be silly,” she says.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “I would love to,” she says, “but as I said before, it’s really not possible right now. I’m working on it, though, okay?”
“I understand,” you say, disappointed.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you whisper to her...
“Polly ... I’m really very attracted to you.”
“Polly, I have such a hard-on right now.”
Polly hesitates, then she shakes her head. “Not yet, okay?” she says.
“Okay,” you reply.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you whisper to her...
“Polly ... I’m really very attracted to you.”
“Polly, I have such a hard-on right now.”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening with Colin and Adolf, who soon get tired of hearing you enthuse about Polly. You are getting very fond of her, and you look forward to spending more time with her...
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
As before, you and she get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly gasps in shock as she feels your hand on her breast. She pulls away, then she says, “Really?” with a hurt look. Then she gets up, grabs her stuff, and heads down to the front.
She never talks to you again.
THE END
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Polly pushes your hand away and glares at you sharply. “What the hell?” she whispers.
“Sorry, I just had this sudden impulse,” you say, but Polly just rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Then she gets up, grabs her stuff, and heads down to the front. She does not sit with you during the rest of the morning’s lectures.
At lunchtime, as you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Polly blushes and smiles. “Thank you!” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Draw a stick figure cartoon.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. “Forward much?” she whispers, apparently somewhat annoyed.
“Sorry,” you whisper back. “Just had this sudden impulse...”
“Yeah, well there’s a time and a place for sudden impulses,” she replies. “And this is neither!”
She does not sit with you during the third or fourth lectures of the morning. At lunchtime, as you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters. “I could do with a little sugar boost!”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Draw a stick figure cartoon.
Polly does not seem to react as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, however, she gently removes her hand and pats yours lightly with it. The message is clear: ‘Not yet’.
She does not sit with you in the fourth lecture. At lunchtime, as you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Polly blushes in response, and does not say anything. Five minutes later, she turns and gives you a shy smile. Clearly, she has been thinking about it.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
You draw an amusing little cartoon, which makes Polly giggle quietly.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly seems happy to engage in hangman with you, and you get through a couple of games during the remainder of the lecture.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer. “You coming to lunch with us?” asks Polly.
“Sure!” you reply.
You head to the cafeteria with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
“Don’t be daft!” says Polly, looking a little shocked, but also a little amused.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer. “You coming to lunch with us?” asks Polly.
“Sure!” you reply.
You head to the cafeteria with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
As before, the two of you get along well as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
Polly blushes, and places her hand on yours. Then she takes out her phone, and spends the next few minutes texting.
Towards the end of the lecture, she turns to you and whispers, “Still want to take me to dinner?”
“Of course!” you reply.
“I brought a dress with me, just in case I could persuade Anthony to look after my dad for the evening,” says Polly. “He just agreed, finally! So ... where do you want to go?”
“Awesome!” you exclaim. “Um, let’s go to...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
“Eww gross!” says Polly, looking disgusted. “Am I supposed to be flattered by that?” She shakes her head, picks up her things, and gets up.
“I’m so sorry!” you say. “I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to say that.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Just ... take a cold shower in the meantime, or something.”
“Will do,” you say.
Polly moves to another row, leaving you cursing your ineptitude.
Continue.
“Okay, sounds good,” says Polly. “I love Italian food.”
After the lecture, she goes to the ladies’ to change, and emerges looking lovely in a knee-length blue dress. Your eyes widen at the sight of her impressive cleavage. “Wow,” you say. “You should wear dresses more often. You look gorgeous!”
Polly blushes. “You really think so?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
The two of you head outside and catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you ask her...
What she plans to do with her Geography degree.
If she wouldn’t mind wearing a shorter dress next time.
About her favourite music.
“Okay, sounds like fun,” says Polly.
After the lecture, she goes to the ladies’ to change, and emerges looking lovely in a knee-length blue dress. You smile at her. “Wow,” you say. “You should wear dresses more often. You look gorgeous!”
Polly blushes. “You really think so?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
The two of you head outside and catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. It is really just a glorified pub, with a Wild West theme. Its centrepiece is a mechanical bull, which is currently being inexpertly ridden by a loud and not entirely sober young man.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you chat with Polly while waiting for your food. The place is crowded, service is slow, and Polly, after three tequilas, is getting a little tipsy. At this point you...
Proceed to tell her about the geology of the Grand Canyon.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Complain to the waitress about how long the food is taking.
“Teach, maybe,” says Polly. “I’m pretty good with children.”
“Wow,” you say. “If I’d had a teacher who looked like you, I’d have been a very attentive pupil.”
Polly blushes and smiles.
The food finally arrives, and it is delicious. After the meal, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly looks rather hurt. “Maybe,” she mutters, “if there is a next time.”
The date has been going very well so far, and you doubt she will hold this against you for long. And you would love to see her in something shorter. Thinking quickly, you say,
“I just think it would be nice to see more of those lovely legs of yours.”
“I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.”
Polly smiles and starts chatting enthusiastically about Xenon, her favourite band. The rest of the meal goes very well.
Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly listens attentively as you describe the canyon’s geological history. “Cool,” she says. “How come you know all this?”
“I went there with my parents a couple of years ago,” you say. “It was amazing. It’s the main reason I chose Physical Geography for my degree.”
The food finally arrives, and the rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly laughs. “In a dress? I don’t think so!”
“It’s a long-ish dress,” you remark. “I’m sure you’ll be able to stay decent.”
“Maybe next time,” she chuckles. “It does look like fun.”
The food finally arrives, and the rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
You wave to the waitress, who hurries over. “Excuse me, will our food be much longer?” you inquire. “We’ve been here nearly an hour.”
“I’ll just go and check,” says the waitress.
“Very masterful,” says Polly, with a chuckle.
Shortly afterwards, the waitress comes back with your food. “So sorry about the wait,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“I’d love to,” says Polly, “but I shouldn’t impose on Anthony too much or he won’t want to help us out again.”
“Oh, okay then,” you say.
You walk Polly to a bus stop on her route home, and stay with her until her bus arrives. Then you...
Say, “Goodnight, Polly.”
Take her face in your hands and kiss her.
“Sounds like fun,” says Polly, “but I shouldn’t impose on Anthony too much or he won’t want to help us out again.”
“Oh, okay then,” you say.
You walk Polly to a bus stop on her route home, and stay with her until her bus arrives. Then you...
Say, “Goodnight, Polly.”
Take her face in your hands and kiss her.
“Not this time,” says Polly. “I shouldn’t impose on Anthony too much or he won’t want to help us out again.”
“Oh, okay then,” you say.
You walk Polly to a bus stop on her route home, and stay with her until her bus arrives. Then you...
Say, “Goodnight, Polly.”
Take her face in your hands and kiss her.
“I went out of my way to make this date possible, and I wore my best dress to impress you!” says Polly, getting quite upset. “But you’re a typical man; no matter how much I give, you just want more.”
“Well you have to admit, it’s quite a conservative dress...” you say.
Polly gets to her feet, glaring at you. “I’m going home,” she says. “Don’t expect me to sit with you tomorrow ... or ever!”
And that is the end of your relationship.
THE END
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“Hmph,” says Polly, somewhat mollified. “Yes, it was. How are you going to make it up to me?”
“Hmm,” you say, thinking for a moment. “I suppose ... by insisting that you wear a burqa for our next date.”
Polly shudders, then giggles. “Careful, smarty-pants, I might just do that.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Silly bugger,” says Polly, and she stands on tiptoe and kisses you on the lips. “Goodnight.”
“Wow,” you respond, wide-eyed.
Polly giggles as she boards the bus. “Thank you for a lovely date!” she says.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening with Colin and Adolf, telling them excitedly about your date with Polly. You are starting to fall in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly’s eyes widen, then close as your lips approach hers. You kiss her softly, then pull back to gauge her reaction. You are relieved to see she is smiling happily.
“Goodnight,” you say, in as casual a squeak as you can muster.
Polly giggles as she boards the bus. “Thank you for a lovely date!” she says.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening with Colin and Adolf, telling them excitedly about your date with Polly. You are starting to fall in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you...
Smile at her and say hi as she passes.
Invite her to sit next to you.
Charlotte gives you a small smile of acknowledgment and says “Hello.” Then she continues on down to the front to sit with her friends.
The lecture passes uneventfully, as do the next three. Then it is lunchtime. As you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Charlotte nods. “Sure,” she says, and she sits down next to you.
You smile happily to yourself.
While the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
There is one empty chair at the table, next to Charlotte. “Mind if I join you, Charlotte?” you ask.
“I don’t mind,” says Charlotte, and you sit down next to her. You engage her in polite conversation for a while, and then ask her if she wants to be your lab partner again.
“Sure,” she says.
As two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte partner up again.
The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the library.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You walk to the library and go inside, looking for Charlotte. You soon find her in the Geography section. “Hi Charlotte!” you say brightly.
“Hello,” she says, without pausing her browsing.
You watch her for a moment, then you...
Tell her you are very attracted to her.
Pull her into your arms.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see Charlotte walking past on her way to the library. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to her?
Charlotte glances at you with a hint of a smile on her lips. “I’m glad to hear it,” she says. Then, a moment later, she says, “Want to partner up again for today’s lab?”
“Absolutely,” you reply, and she nods. Then she finds what she is looking for, and sits down to read.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You interpose yourself between Charlotte and the bookshelves, grasp her around the waist, and pull her towards you.
“Really?” she says, pushing you away. “Control yourself, man!”
“Sorry,” you say contritely.
“Hmph,” says Charlotte.
“Can we still be lab partners?” you ask her.
She hesitates, then nods. “Just remember to behave yourself!” she says.
“I will,” you promise.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Charlotte if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hello,” says Charlotte, and, to your surprise, she sits down on the grass next to you. “See that rock over there by the fountain?” she asks.
“Yup,” you reply. “What about it?”
“Lewisian gneiss,” she says.
“Really?” you say. “How do you know?”
“Well I know gneiss when I see it,” says Charlotte, “and I asked Professor Batley where it came from. She said it was brought here from Lochinver.”
“Cool!” you say. You contemplate the rock for a moment, then say,
“A chunk of Lewisian gneiss
At which most people wouldn’t look twice,
Formed inside our planet
And used to be granite,
But was heated and squeezed like a vice.”
Charlotte laughs. “I like it!” she says. “You know your metamorphic rocks. But ... wouldn’t the vice be the thing doing the squeezing?”
“Pedant,” you say, poking her in the arm with one finger, and she laughs again.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
Charlotte stares at you through her large round glasses. “What a shame,” she remarks. “I expected better from you.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, but the damage is done. For the rest of the lab, she barely says a word to you, and then at its end she turns to you and says, “I don’t think I want to spend any more time with you.”
And that is the end of your budding relationship.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Charlotte chuckles. “I suppose you think you’re going to wear me down eventually,” she says.
“That’s the plan,” you reply.
She smiles. “It’s a no for today,” she says. “But I’ll talk to my father; see if I can work some magic on him.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “Maybe someday soon I’ll surprise you,” she says.
“That would be cool,” you reply with a grin.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. The more you get to know her, the more you like her, and you look forward to spending more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure!” she says.
The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte slaps your hand away and glares at you. “And I had such high hopes for you,” she says, and then she picks up her things and moves down a couple of rows.
She never talks to you again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Charlotte slaps your hand away and stares at you. “How disappointing,” she remarks, and then she picks up her things and moves down a couple of rows.
She never talks to you again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. Then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Education boring you?” she inquires in a whisper.
She does not sit with you for the next two lectures. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte recoils in annoyance. “What’s got into you?” she demands irritably. “Control yourself, man.”
“Sorry,” you whisper back. “Just had this sudden impulse...”
“Concentrating on the lecture should help with that,” she admonishes you sternly.
She does not sit with you for the next two lectures. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Charlotte turns and gives you a disapproving stare. Then, with a twitch at the corner of her mouth, she says, “Don’t mind if I do.” She takes one, unwraps it, and pops it in her mouth.
She sits next to you during the third lecture of the morning, and you...
Pick an opportune moment to place your hand upon hers.
Leave her alone so she can concentrate on the lecture.
Charlotte tuts in exasperation and withdraws her hand. “Behave yourself!” she mutters.
She does not sit with you for the fourth and final lecture of the morning. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
The third lecture comes to an end without incident, but Charlotte opts not to sit with you for the fourth and final lecture of the morning. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing a pretty dress that stops a couple of inches short of her knees. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
As you approach, Polly looks up and smiles at you. “Hi there!” she says. “Have a seat!”
You sit down with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the bar.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
At the bar you buy a drink and then play video games for a few minutes. While you are playing, you notice April and Polly entering. The two women take a seat at the bar, and you...
Rush over and offer to buy them drinks.
Turn your attention back to your game.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see April and Polly walking past on their way to the bar. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to them?
April and Polly smile at you as you approach. As you eagerly inquire if you can buy drinks for them, they both giggle.
“Thank you,” says Polly, smiling at you. “And by all means, join us.”
The three of you converse pleasantly over drinks. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You keep playing your game, trying to beat your high score. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Polly if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hi!” says Polly, and April smiles and waves at you. The two of them come over and sit next to you, and the three of you converse pleasantly for a while. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Polly partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
Polly rolls her eyes. “Don’t be silly,” she says.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly sighs. “I would love to go out again tonight,” she says, “but it’s a little soon after our last date. I don’t want to presume too much upon Anthony’s good nature.”
“I understand,” you say, disappointed.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you whisper to her...
“Polly ... I’m so happy to be your boyfriend.”
“Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly hesitates, then she shakes her head. “Not yet, okay?” she says.
“Okay,” you reply.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you whisper to her...
“Polly ... I’m so happy to be your boyfriend.”
“Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Polly gasps in shock as she feels your hand on her breast. She slaps your hand away and says “Stop that!” with an annoyed look.
“Sorry,” you whisper. “Your breasts just look so amazing in that dress...”
“That doesn’t give you licence to grope me!” she replies. “I think you need some time to cool off – I’ll see you at lunchtime.” Then she gets up, grabs her stuff, and heads down to the front. She does not sit with you during the rest of the morning’s lectures.
At lunchtime, as you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Polly pushes your hand away and glares at you sharply. “What the hell?” she whispers.
“Sorry, I just had this sudden impulse,” you say, but Polly just rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Then she gets up, grabs her stuff, and heads down to the front. She does not sit with you during the rest of the morning’s lectures.
At lunchtime, as you leave the building, you see Polly laughing and chatting with her brother Anthony. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you spot her sitting with him at a table in the corner. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Polly blushes and smiles. “Thank you!” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Draw a stick figure cartoon.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. “Behave yourself!” she whispers, but you can see she is smiling.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Draw a stick figure cartoon.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters. “I could do with a little sugar boost!”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Draw a stick figure cartoon.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes in response, and whispers, “I’d like that too ... but later, okay?”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
You draw an amusing little cartoon, which makes Polly giggle quietly.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly seems happy to engage in hangman with you, and you get through a couple of games during the remainder of the lecture.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer. “You coming to lunch with us?” asks Polly.
“Sure!” you reply.
You head to the cafeteria with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
“Don’t be daft!” says Polly, looking a little shocked, but also a little amused.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer. “You coming to lunch with us?” asks Polly.
“Sure!” you reply.
You head to the cafeteria with Polly and Anthony, and chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
Why her nickname is “Polly-poo”.
Polly smiles happily. “I’m happy to be your girlfriend!” she replies.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly hesitates, then she whispers, “Okay, just a quick one.”
You wait until the professor’s back is turned, then the two of you turn towards each other and press your lips together. You open your mouth and start to push your tongue out, but Polly pulls away nervously. Then she giggles quietly, her cheeks very pink.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly smiles happily. “I’m happy to be your girlfriend!” she replies.
At the end of the lecture, as the two of you leave the building together, Polly grabs your hand and leads you over to a bench, where the two of you sit down.
“I think it’s time for me to tell you how I earned my nickname,” she says.
“Oh!” you say. “Yes please – do tell.”
“I’m very concerned, though, about what you’ll think of me after I tell you,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. She stares down at her knees. “I do hope you’ll be able to get past my ... less attractive qualities.”
“You have me officially intrigued,” you say. “For what it’s worth, I’m not the judgmental type, and I’m already extremely fond of you. I doubt very much your secret will change that.”
Polly takes a deep breath. “Okay,” she says. “I was, for most of my childhood, a fat little girl. I was bullied a lot – teased mercilessly, picked on, kicked, shoved in the hallways, called names ... it was horrible.”
“Oh my God!” you exclaim. “I’m so sorry!”
“I sought refuge in food,” continues Polly, “which, of course, made things worse. But it became a compulsion – I literally couldn’t stop myself. And so, I got fatter and fatter.”
“I’d never have known it,” you say. “Your figure is ... well, cuddlesome, certainly, but not fat. It’s lovely. How the heck did you kick your eating habit?”
“I never did,” Polly replies. “I just found a way to manage it. It all changed when I went to see a different doctor – I went through several – who recommended eating lots of fibrous, zero fat, low nutrition foods. I tried it ... and it worked. I started snacking almost exclusively on flavoured fibre bars – tons of them. I was eating just as much as ever ... but the weight started falling off.”
“Wow!” you say. “That’s cool.”
“But ... there was a side-effect,” says Polly. “The new ultra-high fibre diet made me ... well ... poo like an elephant.”
“Oh!” you say. “Wow. Hence the nickname.”
“Well ... not quite,” says Polly, looking very embarrassed and awkward. “The fact is ... I developed a bit of an obsession with my poo. It was, after all, the reason I was losing weight ... and I loved feeling it all come out of me. And before I learned to control it better, sometimes it would all pour out into my panties before I could get to the toilet.”
“Oh dear!” you say. “How awful!”
“You’d think so,” says Polly, “but actually I didn’t mind it at all. In fact, sometimes I would deliberately do it in my panties ... and that became part of the obsession.”
“Wow,” you say, stunned.
“At the beginning of this semester,” says Polly, tears springing to her eyes, “I was actually staying in Barrett Hall. Dad had hired a nurse, at great expense, so that I could properly enjoy the university experience. On my first evening at the hall, I was feeling very anxious about being in a new place, and I sought solace in my favourite pastime. I took off my shoes and jeans, and filled my panties with poo.”
Still staring at her knees, she does not wait for feedback, but plunges on with her confession. “But, of course, I was still in my room at this point. I knew I had to get to the toilet quickly. I opened my door and peeked out into the corridor. Nobody seemed to be around, so I crept out and hurried towards the toilets. Unfortunately, my timing could not have been worse; as I reached the toilet, the door opened and two girls came out. I panicked and turned around, running back towards my room, but when I got there I realised to my horror that I had accidentally locked myself out.
“While I was struggling with the door, the two girls came around the corner, and they just laughed and laughed at my bulging, messy panties. One of them was kind enough to fetch the maintenance man for me, and he let me into my room. But by then the story had spread like wildfire, and dozens of people had come to see the girl with the poo-filled panties. I was being called Polly-poo before I even got back into my room.
“The next evening, I decided I was too embarrassed to stay in Barrett Hall. I went back home and promised to look after my dad, so he let his nurse go. And, well, there you go.” She takes a deep breath. “I suppose I could have told you that I just had an accident, but I wanted you to know the whole truth. And now, of course, I’m just desperate to know what you think of all this, and praying that you’re not going to just dump me because you think I’m a disgusting person.” She looks up at you, tears running down her cheeks.
“Wow,” you say, “that’s...
The weirdest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t believe you enjoy crapping in your panties. That’s gross!”
Quite the story. I can’t say I like the idea of you doing stuff like that, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
Amazing, and kind of awesome. Thank you for sharing your story. I hope one day you’ll feel able to fill your panties in front of me.”
Polly’s expression as you say this is tragic. Then she hangs her head, and says in a small voice, “I understand. I won’t bother you again.”
She gets up and walks away, and you never see her again. Later, you discover that she has dropped out of university.
THE END
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Polly sighs with relief, and nods. “Thank you,” she says. “So we’re still ... together?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile. “If this is a part of you, then I’m glad to know it, and accept it.”
Polly throws her arms around your neck and kisses you. “Thank you!” she says again.
On this happy note, you part company, and you head back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly stares at you uncertainly. “Are you making fun of me?” she asks.
“No!” you say sincerely. “Honestly ... you’ve unknowingly tapped into a bit of a fantasy of mine. I have to confess that I found your story rather ... arousing. Not the parts where you were bullied and so on – that was awful – but the idea of you doing a huge poo in your panties ... wow. It’s a very exciting image for me.”
Polly chuckles. “Well gosh,” she says. “I wasn’t expecting that reaction at all. But if you’re serious...”
“I am!” you say.
“...then that makes me very happy indeed,” says Polly with a smile. She leans forward and kisses you. “Thank you.”
On this positive note, you part company, and you head back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, she pauses at the end of your row and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, and you smile happily as she sits down next to you.
While the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
There is one empty chair at the table, next to Charlotte. “Mind if I join you, Charlotte?” you ask.
“Not at all,” says Charlotte, and you sit down next to her. You engage her in conversation for a while, and then ask her if she wants to be your lab partner again.
“Sure,” she says.
As two o’clock approaches, you all head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte partner up again.
The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You eat by yourself, and then...
Head to the library.
Head outside and sit on the grass under the trees.
You walk to the library and go inside, looking for Charlotte. You soon find her in the Geography section. “Hi Charlotte!” you say brightly.
“Hello,” she says, without pausing her browsing.
You watch her for a moment, then you...
Tell her you are very attracted to her.
Pull her into your arms.
You find a nice secluded spot on the grass and sit down to read a book. A couple of minutes later, you glance up to see Charlotte walking past on her way to the library. Will you...
Keep reading your book?
Call out to her?
Charlotte glances at you with a hint of a smile on her lips. “I’m glad to hear it,” she says. Then, a moment later, she says, “Want to partner up again for today’s lab?”
“Absolutely,” you reply, and she nods. Then she finds what she is looking for, and sits down to read.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You interpose yourself between Charlotte and the bookshelves, grasp her around the waist, and pull her towards you.
“Really?” she says, arching an eyebrow.
Seeing her reaction, you...
Kiss her on the lips.
Let her go.
You continue to read your book, and get through a couple of chapters. As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab. There, you...
Ask Charlotte if she would like to be your lab partner again.
Find another lab partner.
Work alone.
“Hello,” says Charlotte, and she sits down on the grass next to you. “Having fun?”
“I am now,” you reply, putting your book down.
She smiles, and the two of you chat together happily for the remainder of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you head to the geology lab, where you and Charlotte pair up again. The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
Charlotte stares at you disapprovingly. “Don’t be vulgar,” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “I’m working on it, okay? Keep asking me; one of these days I’ll have a better response.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “Maybe someday soon I’ll surprise you,” she says.
“That would be cool,” you reply with a grin.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. Charlotte joins April at the front, so as usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are beginning to fall for her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure!” she says.
The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
You partner with your socially inept friend Roddy, and your lab work goes very well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Working on your own, you struggle a bit with the lab project Owen has set for everyone, but you manage to finish it and mostly achieve the desired results. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day. As usual, you sit alone at the back of the lecture theatre.
Continue.
Charlotte slaps your hand away and glares at you. “And I had such high hopes for you,” she says, and then she picks up her things and moves down a couple of rows.
She never talks to you again.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Charlotte slaps your hand away and glares at you. “Control yourself!” she says.
“Sorry!” you whisper. “I just ... I’m sorry.”
“Hmph,” she says.
She does not sit with you for the next two lectures. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. Then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Education boring you?” she inquires in a whisper.
She does not sit with you for the next two lectures. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte recoils in annoyance. “What’s got into you?” she demands irritably. “Control yourself, man.”
“Sorry,” you whisper back. “Just had this sudden impulse...”
“Concentrating on the lecture should help with that,” she admonishes you sternly.
She does not sit with you for the next two lectures. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
Charlotte turns and gives you a disapproving stare. Then, with a twitch at the corner of her mouth, she says, “Don’t mind if I do.” She takes one, unwraps it, and pops it in her mouth.
She sits next to you during the third lecture of the morning, and you...
Pick an opportune moment to place your hand upon hers.
Leave her alone so she can concentrate on the lecture.
Charlotte tuts in exasperation and withdraws her hand. “Behave yourself!” she mutters.
She does not sit with you for the fourth and final lecture of the morning. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
The third lecture comes to an end without incident, but Charlotte opts not to sit with you for the fourth and final lecture of the morning. At lunchtime, as you leave the lecture theatre, you see Charlotte leaving with April and her friends. Ten minutes later, in the cafeteria, you see them all sitting together at a nearby table. Will you...
Go over and attempt to join them?
Sit by yourself at another table?
As you kiss Charlotte, to your delight she puts her arms around your neck, and opens her mouth slightly to admit your tongue. The two of you remain locked at the lips for the next two minutes, after which, when you pull apart, you are both quite breathless.
Charlotte grins. “Not bad,” she says, “but we need to work on your technique a bit.”
You laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’ll take as many lessons as you’re willing to give,” you say. “Starting now, if you like.”
She smiles. “Let’s not get you too over-excited,” she says, patting your shoulder.
“You know,” you say, “I’m getting the impression that you’re a lot more worldly than the image you normally project.”
She grins. “I’ve done a fair bit of kissing,” she says, “but really, nothing else. My last boyfriend – really my only previous boyfriend – was even more of a prude than I am, if you can imagine such a thing.”
It is very refreshing to hear Charlotte open up like this. The two of you continue to chat until almost two o’clock. Then you head up to the lab, where you pair up once again. The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “I’m not sure what I was thinking.”
“Apparently!” says Charlotte, frowning slightly. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to sit down over there with a book. Feel free to join me, if you think you can refrain from manhandling me.”
“Of course,” you say.
You and Charlotte sit down at a nearby table and read quietly together until nearly two o’clock. Then you head up to the lab, where you pair up once again. The two of you converse comfortably as you work together, and after an hour or so you pluck up the courage to ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing a pretty dress that stops a couple of inches short of her knees. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Polly gasps in shock as she feels your hand on her breast. She slaps your hand away and says “Stop that!” with an annoyed look.
“Sorry,” you whisper. “Your breasts just look so amazing in that dress...”
“Thank you,” she says, “but please respect me enough to keep your hands to yourself.”
“I will,” you say. “Sorry again.”
“Okay,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly pushes your hand away. “Don’t be naughty,” she whispers.
“Sorry, I just had this sudden impulse,” you say, but Polly just rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly blushes and smiles. “Thank you!” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. “Behave yourself!” she whispers, but you can see she is smiling.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters. “I could do with a little sugar boost!”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes in response, and whispers, “I’d like that too ... but later, okay?”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly seems happy to engage in hangman with you, and you get through a couple of games during the remainder of the lecture.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer, and the three of you head to the cafeteria for lunch. You chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
“Don’t be daft!” says Polly, looking a little shocked, but also a little amused.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer, and the three of you head to the cafeteria for lunch. You chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up until her panties are exposed.
Polly smiles. “Let me see if I can talk Anthony into looking after Dad again.”
“Okay!” you say happily.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly hesitates, then she shakes her head. “Not yet, okay?” she says.
“Okay,” you reply.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly squeals and turns around. “Naughty,” she says, swatting your arm.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say with a grin.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties, which you only get a glimpse of before she squeals and turns around, tugging her dress down. “Naughty man!” she says, turning very pink as she glances around to make sure nobody else is looking.
You grin at her. “Nice panties,” you say.
She rolls her eyes and pokes you in the ribs.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly sighs happily as she feels your arm around her waist, and she rests her head on your shoulder. “This is nice,” she murmurs.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly hesitates, then she whispers, “Okay, just a quick one.”
You wait until the professor’s back is turned, then the two of you turn towards each other and press your lips together. You open your mouth and start to push your tongue out, but Polly pulls away nervously. Then she giggles quietly, her cheeks very pink.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly sighs happily as she feels your arm around her waist, and she rests her head on your shoulder. “This is nice,” she murmurs.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly hesitates, then she whispers, “Okay, just a quick one.”
You wait until the professor’s back is turned, then the two of you turn towards each other and press your lips together. You open your mouth and start to push your tongue out, but Polly pulls away nervously. Then she giggles quietly, her cheeks very pink.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
After the lecture, as you and Polly are leaving the building, her phone buzzes. “It’s Anthony!” she says excitedly. “He says he’ll look after Dad again this evening!”
“Yay!” you say. “Thank you Anthony!”
“So, where are we going?” Polly asks.
You think for a moment, then say, “Let’s go to...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “I do like a bit of Italian food.”
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you ask her...
About her family.
If she would be willing to wear shorter dresses.
About her favourite movies.
“Okay, sounds like fun,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. It is really just a glorified pub, with a Wild West theme. Its centrepiece is a mechanical bull, which is currently being inexpertly ridden by a giggling young woman.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you chat with Polly while waiting for your food. The place is crowded, service is slow, and Polly, after three tequilas, is getting a little tipsy. At this point you...
Chat with her about geology.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Complain to the waitress about how long the food is taking.
Polly chats happily about her father and brother, and about her creepy old great-uncle Giles in Wexford.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly looks uncomfortable. “Maybe,” she says. “We’ll see.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly tells you all about her love for the animated films of Japanese director Hayao Miyazaki. “You should see Spirited Away,” she enthuses. “It’s amazing.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
You begin to chat about plate tectonics and vulcanism, but Polly starts giggling every time you use words like “thrust” and “orogeny”, and the conversation degenerates from there.
Eventually the food arrives, and you both enjoy your meal. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “It does sound like fun,” she says, “but i’m not really dressed for it.”
“On the contrary,” you reply with a grin, “I would personally love to see what happens to your dress if you wrote that bull.”
“I’m sure,” says Polly, rolling her eyes. “I’m not quite feeling brave enough for that, though.”
Eventually the food arrives, and you both enjoy your meal. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
You call your waitress over and complain about how long the food is taking. She apologises, and hurries off to the kitchen. Two minutes later she returns with your food.
You both enjoy your meal. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“I’d love to,” says Polly, “but I shouldn’t impose on Anthony too much or he won’t want to help us out again.”
“Oh, okay then,” you say.
You walk Polly to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
“Sounds like fun,” says Polly, “but I shouldn’t impose on Anthony too much or he won’t want to help us out again.”
“Oh, okay then,” you say.
You walk Polly to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
“Not this time,” says Polly, “I shouldn’t impose on Anthony too much or he won’t want to help us out again.”
“Oh, okay then,” you say.
You walk Polly to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
To your delight, Polly doesn’t stop you, so you squeeze and knead and fondle her buttocks to your heart’s content. Then you...
Lift up the back of her dress to expose her panty-clad bottom.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties for you.
To your delight, Polly doesn’t stop you, so you squeeze and knead and fondle her breast to your heart’s content. Then you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into the left cup of her bra.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly squeals and giggles as you pull her dress up at the back. She wriggles out of your arms and tugs it back down. “Naughty!” she says reprovingly. “Someone might see!”
Her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thanks for a lovely evening!” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are starting to fall in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly shakes her head. “Not just yet, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thanks for a lovely evening!” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are starting to fall in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly squeals and wriggles out of your arms as she slaps your hand away from her breast. “Naughty!” she says reprovingly. “We don’t have to do everything all at once.”
Her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thanks for a lovely evening!” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are starting to fall in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, she sits down next to you and says, “Good morning.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Charlotte slaps your hand away and frowns at you. “Behave yourself!” she says sternly.
“Sorry,” you whisper. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Uh-huh,” she says. “I’m sure I’m irresistible, but you need to control yourself.”
“I will,” you say. “Sorry again.”
“Hmph,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte slaps your hand away and glares at you. “Control yourself!” she says.
“Sorry!” you whisper. “I just ... I’m sorry.”
“Hmph,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. Then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Education boring you?” she inquires in a whisper.
“I’m multi-tasking!” you protest.
“Hmm,” she says disapprovingly.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte recoils and turns to frown at you. “Time enough for that later,” she says sternly. “Focus on the lecture!”
“Sorry,” you whisper back. “It’s just that you look so pretty, and...”
“That’s all very sweet and flattering,” she says, “but I’m trying to pay attention here, even if you’re not.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte extricates her hand. “While I don’t mind holding your hand as a matter of principle,” she whispers, “you need it to take notes.”
“True,” you admit ruefully.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’m looking forward to kissing you again, too,” she murmurs. “But have patience!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
“Good grief, really?” says Charlotte as you pass her your piece of paper. Then she sighs. “You’re impossible! But fine – I’ll play.”
You grin, and the two of you play a couple of games that last until the end of the lecture.
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte stares at you. “We’ll be having lunch together soon enough, eager beaver,” she whispers. “Then perhaps we can have a bit of alone time. In the meantime, just try to keep it together and think geophysical thoughts.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Don’t be vulgar,” says Charlotte, with a disapproving frown.
“Sorry,” you apologise.
The rest of the lab goes well, however. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. “You win. I’ve got my father’s reluctant permission, as long as I’m home by nine o’clock.”
“Excellent!” you exclaim happily.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre.
The lecture seems to drag interminably, but eventually five o’clock rolls around, and you leave the theatre with Charlotte.
“I need five minutes in the ladies’,” says Charlotte.
“No problem,” you say, and you wait for her in the foyer.
When she emerges, you are astonished to see her wearing a denim miniskirt and a pink halter top. “Charlotte?” you inquire. “Is that you?”
She grins, and tries to tug the hem of her skirt down. It is not all that short, coming down to slightly below mid-thigh level, but on Charlotte it seems positively scandalous. “Let’s go, quickly, before I change my mind,” she says. “I’m feeling very exposed. If my father knew what I’m wearing, he’d have a fit.”
You grin at her. “You look amazing,” you say. “You should wear miniskirts more often. Wow.”
Charlotte smiles and blushes slightly. “We’ll see,” she says. “So, where are we going?”
“Ah yes, dinner!” you say. “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Maybe someday soon I’ll surprise you,” she says.
“That would be cool,” you reply with a grin.
The rest of the lab goes well, however. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you spend the rest of your lunch hour kissing and cuddling.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. As people are walking by with depressing regularity, you cannot be as affectionate with Charlotte as you would like, but she lets you French kiss her, briefly, a couple of times when nobody is looking your way.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening with Colin and Adolf, who soon get tired of hearing you enthuse about Charlotte. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte looks a little torn. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place. Outside, after the lecture, okay?”
“Okay!” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you take Charlotte by the hand and hurry outside with her. When you stop, just around the corner of the building, you notice that Charlotte is giggling in amusement. “It’s funny, how keen you are,” she says.
You kiss her deeply, and hold her close in your arms. After a minute, she pats your back. “All right Sweetie, time to go our separate ways.”
You release her, and nod ruefully. Then you bid her goodbye, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening with Colin and Adolf, who soon get tired of hearing you enthuse about Charlotte. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
“That’ll do nicely,” says Charlotte. “I like their food a lot.”
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you ask her about...
Her childhood.
Her beliefs.
Her ambitions.
“Not my preferred kind of place, but okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. It is really just a glorified pub, with a Wild West theme. Its centrepiece is a mechanical bull, which is currently being inexpertly ridden by a tubby young man.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you chat with Charlotte while waiting for your food. The place is crowded, service is slow, and Charlotte, after almost an hour, is getting quite impatient. At this point you...
Chat with her about geology.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Complain to the waitress about how long the food is taking.
Charlotte starts telling stories about her early years – she seems to have had quite a sheltered upbringing.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“You want to talk religion on our date?” Charlotte inquires in amusement. “That’s a little dangerous isn’t it?”
You hold up your hands. “You’ll get no judgment or argument from me,” you assure her. “I’m just curious.”
“All right then,” says Charlotte, and she outlines a few doctrinal positions that separate her denomination from others.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chats about her hopes of doing groundbreaking geophysical research, and perhaps discovering something amazing about how the Earth works. “There’s so much we still don’t know about our planet’s interior,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte seems happy to talk about the courses you are studying this semester. Her favourite is Geophysics, and she enthuses about Professor Evans, who teaches it.
Eventually the food arrives, and you both enjoy your meal. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte stares at you. “In this skirt?” she says. “You must be mad.”
“Don’t you think it would be fun?” you ask impishly.
“Fun for you, I’m sure,” says Charlotte. “Highly embarrassing for me. I might be willing to do it in trousers; would you like me to wear trousers for our next date?”
“No!” you say quickly.
“I thought not,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
Eventually the food arrives, and you both enjoy your meal. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
You call your waitress over and complain about how long the food is taking. She apologises, and hurries off to the kitchen. Two minutes later she returns with your food.
“Nicely done,” says Charlotte.
You both enjoy your meal. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte shakes her head. “We don’t have time,” she says. “If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Actually,” continues Charlotte, “you’ll have to forgive me, but I’d better change back into my dress in the ladies’ here. I don’t want to change on the bus.”
“Understood,” you say. “Thank you again for wearing a miniskirt. April told me, before introducing me to you, that you probably had killer legs under your long dresses. She was absolutely right.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Thank you,” she says. She gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing her long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte shakes her head. “Absolutely not,” she says. “For one thing, I have no interest in such places. Loud, obnoxious music, debauched behaviour – ugh. In any case, we don’t really have time for anything else this evening. If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Actually,” continues Charlotte, “you’ll have to forgive me, but I’d better change back into my dress in the ladies’ here. I don’t want to change on the bus.”
“Understood,” you say. “Thank you again for wearing a miniskirt. April told me, before introducing me to you, that you probably had killer legs under your long dresses. She was absolutely right.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Thank you,” she says. She gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing her long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte raises an eyebrow. “Were you expecting sex this evening?” she inquires.
“No!” you say. “There are plenty of things we could do in my room besides sex.”
“Well,” says Charlotte with a shrug, “we don’t have time, in any case. If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Actually,” continues Charlotte, “you’ll have to forgive me, but I’d better change back into my dress in the ladies’ here. I don’t want to change on the bus.”
“Understood,” you say. “Thank you again for wearing a miniskirt. April told me, before introducing me to you, that you probably had killer legs under your long dresses. She was absolutely right.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Thank you,” she says. She gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing her long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte shakes her head. “We don’t have time,” she says. “If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Actually,” continues Charlotte, “you’ll have to forgive me, but I’d better change back into my dress in the ladies’ here. I don’t want to change on the bus.”
“Understood,” you say. “Thank you again for wearing a miniskirt. April told me, before introducing me to you, that you probably had killer legs under your long dresses. She was absolutely right.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Thank you,” she says. She glances over at the mechanical bull, and seems to be eyeing it thoughtfully. Then she gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing her long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte shakes her head. “Absolutely not,” she says. “For one thing, I have no interest in such places. Loud, obnoxious music, debauched behaviour – ugh. In any case, we don’t really have time for anything else this evening. If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Actually,” continues Charlotte, “you’ll have to forgive me, but I’d better change back into my dress in the ladies’ here. I don’t want to change on the bus.”
“Understood,” you say. “Thank you again for wearing a miniskirt. April told me, before introducing me to you, that you probably had killer legs under your long dresses. She was absolutely right.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Thank you,” she says. She glances over at the mechanical bull, and seems to be eyeing it thoughtfully. Then she gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing her long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte raises an eyebrow. “Were you expecting sex this evening?” she inquires.
“No!” you say. “There are plenty of things we could do in my room besides sex.”
“Well,” says Charlotte with a shrug, “we don’t have time, in any case. If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Actually,” continues Charlotte, “you’ll have to forgive me, but I’d better change back into my dress in the ladies’ here. I don’t want to change on the bus.”
“Understood,” you say. “Thank you again for wearing a miniskirt. April told me, before introducing me to you, that you probably had killer legs under your long dresses. She was absolutely right.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Thank you,” she says. She glances over at the mechanical bull, and seems to be eyeing it thoughtfully. Then she gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing her long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte tolerates the first squeeze of her buttocks, but as you continue to caress them, she pushes you away. “Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “Don’t spoil it.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your bottom’s just so ... perfect.”
“That’s neither here nor there,” says Charlotte, but she looks pleased at the compliment.
Her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening with Colin and Adolf, telling them excitedly about your date with Charlotte. You are starting to fall in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte tolerates the first squeeze of her breast, but as you continue to caress it, she pushes you away. “Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “Don’t spoil it.”
“Sorry,” you say. “It just seemed like the thing to do.”
“We’ll get there at some point, I’m sure,” says Charlotte. “Just not on our first date.”
Her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening with Colin and Adolf, telling them excitedly about your date with Charlotte. You are starting to fall in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing a pretty dress that stops a couple of inches short of her knees. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Polly gasps in shock as she feels your hand on her breast. She pushes your hand away and whispers, “Stop that!”
“Sorry,” you reply. “Your breasts just look so amazing in that dress...”
“Thank you,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly pushes your hand away. “Don’t be naughty,” she whispers.
“Sorry, I just had this sudden impulse,” you say, but Polly just rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly blushes and smiles. “Thank you!” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. “Behave yourself!” she whispers, but you can see she is smiling.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters. “I could do with a little sugar boost!”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes in response, and whispers, “I’d like that too ... but later, okay?”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly seems happy to engage in hangman with you, and you get through a couple of games during the remainder of the lecture.
After the lecture, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer, and the three of you head to the cafeteria for lunch. You chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
“Don’t be daft!” chuckles Polly, but as the minutes pass, she becomes more and more thoughtful. Suddenly, while the professor’s back is turned, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and soon the two of you are in the foyer, kissing passionately. Then Polly takes your hand and leads you towards the lifts. “The top floor maintenance room should be empty,” she says.
It is, and you spend a few minutes enjoying Polly’s company. Then, while catching your breath, you say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do a poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up until her panties are exposed.
Polly sighs. “I would love to go out again tonight,” she says, “but it’s a little soon after our last date. I don’t want to presume too much upon Anthony’s good nature.”
“I understand,” you say, disappointed.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly hesitates, then she shakes her head. “Not yet, okay?” she says.
“Okay,” you reply.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly smiles. “I know. And I do want to show you. But ... it’s a slightly scary prospect, and I’m just not quite ready yet. Okay?”
You nod. “Okay.”
At one o’clock, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer, and the three of you head to the cafeteria for lunch. You chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly laughs. “Really? I don’t have the best legs, you know.”
“Yes you do,” you reply. “You have the best legs because they’re YOUR legs, and there’s no pair of legs in the world that I would rather see more of.”
Polly smiles happily. “That was rather a sweet thing to say – thank you,” she says. “I’ll consider your request.”
At one o’clock, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer, and the three of you head to the cafeteria for lunch. You chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly laughs. “I’m sure you do,” she says, “but you’ll have to wait a little for that.”
At one o’clock, you and Polly meet her brother Anthony in the foyer, and the three of you head to the cafeteria for lunch. You chat with them throughout your entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly squeals and turns around. “Naughty,” she says, swatting your arm.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say with a grin.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties, which you only get a glimpse of before she squeals and turns around, tugging her dress down. “Naughty man!” she says, turning very pink as she glances around to make sure nobody else is looking.
You grin at her. “Nice panties,” you say.
She rolls her eyes and pokes you in the ribs.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and then you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up until her panties are exposed.
Add, “Ah, if only that dress were shorter!”
Polly chuckles, and turns around. “Out of interest, how much shorter would you like it to be?” she asks.
“Hmm,” you reply. “Start hiking it up, and I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Polly gives you a coquettish smile as she leans back against the bench, then she reaches down and grasps her dress at the hips. As she pulls the material upwards, the hem of the dress starts to climb up her thighs. Your eyes widen as more and more of Polly’s legs become exposed.
As her hem passes mid-thigh level, you...
Say, “There – that would be perfect.”
Smile appreciatively.
Polly giggles, and drops her dress. “Well, I’ll see what I can do,” she says.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly continues to slowly pull her dress up, and as its hem exposes more and more of her upper thighs, you...
Say, “There – that would be perfect.”
Continue to smile appreciatively.
Polly glances around nervously, but continues to pull her dress up, until her white panties start to peep into view. At this point you...
Say, “There – that would be perfect.”
Continue to smile appreciatively.
Polly giggles, and drops her dress. “You silly man,” she says. “I don’t think I can go quite that short, but I’ll see what I can do.”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly lifts her dress a couple more inches, exposing more of her panties, and then she holds it at that level while you stare hungrily at the white material.
“Seriously?” she says. “You don’t think this would be a little too short?”
You grin at her as she drops her dress. “I just wanted to see how high you would go,” you say. “And that was ... awesome. I love your legs.”
Polly chuckles. “Well, I’ll see what I can do about showing a little more of them,” she says.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly sighs happily as she feels your arm around her waist, and she rests her head on your shoulder. “This is nice,” she murmurs.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly hesitates, then she whispers, “Okay, just a quick one.”
You wait until the professor’s back is turned, then the two of you turn towards each other and press your lips together. You open your mouth and start to push your tongue out, but Polly pulls away nervously. Then she giggles quietly, her cheeks very pink.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly sighs happily as she feels your arm around her waist, and she rests her head on your shoulder. “This is nice,” she murmurs.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly hesitates, then she whispers, “Okay, just a quick one.”
You wait until the professor’s back is turned, then the two of you turn towards each other and press your lips together. You open your mouth and start to push your tongue out, but Polly pulls away nervously. Then she giggles quietly, her cheeks very pink.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are pleased to see that she is wearing another miniskirt, along with a fairly conservative top. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Charlotte slaps your hand away and frowns at you. “Behave yourself!” she says sternly.
“Sorry,” you whisper.
“Hmph,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte smacks your hand and glares at you. “Control yourself!” she says.
“Sorry!” you whisper.
“Hmph,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. Then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Education boring you?” she inquires in a whisper.
“I’m multi-tasking!” you protest.
“Hmm,” she says disapprovingly.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte tuts disapprovingly. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte extricates her hand. “While I don’t mind holding your hand as a matter of principle,” she whispers, “you need it to take notes.”
“True,” you admit ruefully.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’m looking forward to kissing you again, too,” she murmurs. “But have patience!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte rolls her eyes as you pass her your piece of paper, but she joins in anyway, and the two of you play a couple of games that last until the end of the lecture.
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte stares at you. “We’ll be having lunch together soon enough, eager beaver,” she whispers. “Then perhaps we can have a bit of alone time. In the meantime, just try to keep it together and think geophysical thoughts.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Don’t be vulgar,” says Charlotte.
“I think perhaps you need some more vulgarity in your life,” you remark.
She chuckles. “Is that so?” she says.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte chuckles. “I think it’s a little soon after our last date,” she says. “Let’s wait a little, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte laughs. “This one isn’t short enough for you?” she says.
“It’s awesome,” you concede, “but a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”
“Don’t get greedy, Sweetie,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you spend the rest of your lunch hour kissing and cuddling.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. As people are walking by with depressing regularity, you cannot be as affectionate with Charlotte as you would like, but she lets you French kiss her, briefly, a couple of times when nobody is looking your way.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte looks a little torn. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place. Outside, after the lecture, okay?”
“Okay!” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you take Charlotte by the hand and hurry outside with her. When you stop, just around the corner of the building, you kiss her deeply, and hold her close in your arms. After a minute, she pats your back. “All right Sweetie, time to go our separate ways.”
You release her, and nod ruefully. Then you bid her goodbye, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte tuts disapprovingly. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte squeezes your hand affectionately. “You’re making it very difficult to concentrate,” she whispers.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper back. “But not very.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte rolls her eyes as you pass her your piece of paper, but she joins in anyway, and soon figures out that your mystery phrase is “Can’t stop thinking about you”. She smiles at you with uncharacteristic warmth.
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and seems to be getting quite aroused as you run your hands up and down her back while kissing her mouth, her cheek, her neck, her shoulder...
“Stop,” she gasps. “I’m getting a little too ... hot and bothered here!”
“That’s a good thing, surely,” you say with a smile, and you take this opportunity to...
Grasp her breasts with your hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
“Oh God,” Charlotte mutters, as you caress her breasts through her top. “Someone will come...”
“Let them,” you reply, and you kiss her again. She does not hold back, and as you pull her down to the floor, she moans in arousal. You run your hand up her skirt, and cup her pussy through her panties.
“Wait!” she gasps. “Don’t move!”
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“This is the furthest I’ve ever let a boyfriend get with me,” says Charlotte breathlessly. “I just want to savour the moment.”
You grin, hold still for a moment, and then start caressing her pussy gently through the flimsy cotton. “Oh God,” she moans. “Stop ... stop. This isn’t the time or place.”
You help her up, and she straightens her clothes. “I think we badly need some proper alone time together,” she says. “I’ll try to get my father to agree to another date, okay?”
“Okay!” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
“Oh God,” Charlotte mutters, as you slide your hand up her inner thigh. “Someone will come...”
“Let them,” you reply, and you kiss her again. She does not hold back, and as your hand reaches her panties, you cup her pussy through her thin material.
“Wait!” she gasps. “Don’t move!”
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“This is the furthest I’ve ever let a boyfriend get with me,” says Charlotte breathlessly. “I just want to savour the moment.”
You grin, hold still for a moment, and then start caressing her pussy gently through the flimsy cotton. “Oh God,” she moans. “Stop ... stop. This isn’t the time or place.”
You withdraw your hand, and she straightens her clothes. “I think we badly need some proper alone time together,” she says. “I’ll try to get my father to agree to another date, okay?”
“Okay!” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter dress.
Charlotte smirks, then she turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and silently applaud, and she straightens up and turns around with a slightly sheepish grin.
“That was brilliant!” you enthuse.
Charlotte laughs. “Thank you. It was rather fun actually.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’m working on it, Sweetie,” she says. “We’ll have another date soon, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte laughs. “This one isn’t short enough for you?” she says.
“It’s awesome,” you concede, “but a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”
“Don’t get greedy, Sweetie,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte looks a little torn. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place. Outside, after the lecture, okay?”
“Okay!” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you take Charlotte by the hand and hurry outside with her. When you stop, just around the corner of the building, you kiss her deeply, and hold her close in your arms. After a minute, she pats your back. “All right Sweetie, time to go our separate ways.”
You release her, and nod ruefully. Then you bid her goodbye, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing a very short sundress that stops well short of mid-thigh, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Polly giggles nervously as she feels your hand on her breast. She pushes your hand away and whispers, “Don’t be naughty.”
“Sorry,” you whisper.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly lets you caress the bare skin of her thigh for a minute or so, but pushes your hand away when it reaches the hem of her dress. “Don’t be naughty,” she whispers.
“Sorry,” you say.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly blushes and smiles. “Thank you!” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. “Behave yourself!” she whispers, but you can see she is smiling.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes in response, and whispers, “I’d like that too ... but later, okay?”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly seems happy to engage in hangman with you, and you get through a couple of games during the remainder of the lecture.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you meet up with Anthony and his new girlfriend, Jill. The four of you sit and chat for the entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and soon the two of you are in the foyer, kissing passionately. Then Polly takes your hand and leads you towards the lifts. “The top floor maintenance room should be empty,” she says.
It is, and you spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you fondle her breasts and buttocks through her dress, but stops you when you try to go further. Then, just after a long, passionate kiss, you say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do a poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up until her panties are exposed.
Polly sighs. “I would love to go out again tonight,” she says, “but it’s a little soon after our last date. I don’t want to presume too much upon Anthony’s good nature.”
“I understand,” you say, disappointed.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly hesitates, then she shakes her head. “Not yet, okay?” she says.
“Okay,” you reply.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly smiles. “I know. I’m just not quite ready yet. Okay?”
You nod. “Okay.”
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you meet up with Anthony and his new girlfriend, Jill. The four of you sit and chat for the entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly laughs, a little anxiously. “Shorter than this? I’d be the talk of the campus!”
You grin. “Probably,” you agree. “But it would be awesome.”
Polly chuckles. “I’m sure,” she says.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you meet up with Anthony and his new girlfriend, Jill. The four of you sit and chat for the entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly laughs. “I’m sure you do,” she says, “but you’ll have to wait a little for that.” Then she giggles and adds, “Maybe I can give you a little taste, though.” She lifts up the front of her dress to expose her white panties, smiling as your eyes widen in excitement. Then she laughs and drops her dress.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you meet up with Anthony and his new girlfriend, Jill. The four of you sit and chat for the entire lunch hour. As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly squeals and turns around. “Naughty,” she says, swatting your arm.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say with a grin.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties, which you only get a glimpse of before she squeals and turns around, tugging her dress down. “Naughty man!” she says, turning very pink as she glances around to make sure nobody else is looking.
You grin at her. “Nice panties,” you say.
She rolls her eyes and pokes you in the ribs.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly sighs. “I would love to go out again tonight,” she says, “but it’s a little soon after our last date. I don’t want to presume too much upon Anthony’s good nature.”
“I understand,” you say, disappointed.
“However,” she adds thoughtfully, “I had an interesting conversation last night that might be worth a follow-up. Stay tuned, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, intrigued to know what she means.
After the lab, Polly heads into the toilet and makes a phone call, while you head to your final lecture of the day. Polly comes in a few minutes late, and sits with you at the back of the room.
“What’s up?” you whisper to her.
“I’ll tell you after the lecture, okay?” she says.
Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Polly, I really want to kiss you.”
Polly sighs happily as she feels your arm around her waist, and she rests her head on your shoulder. “This is nice,” she murmurs.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly hesitates, then she whispers, “Okay, just a quick one.”
You wait until the professor’s back is turned, then the two of you turn towards each other and press your lips together. You open your mouth and start to push your tongue out, but Polly pulls away nervously. Then she giggles quietly, her cheeks very pink.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
Polly sighs happily as she feels your arm around her waist, and she rests her head on your shoulder. “This is nice,” she murmurs.
Continue.
Polly hesitates, then she whispers, “Okay, just a quick one.”
You wait until the professor’s back is turned, then the two of you turn towards each other and press your lips together. You open your mouth and start to push your tongue out, but Polly pulls away nervously. Then she giggles quietly, her cheeks very pink.
Continue.
After the lecture, Polly turns to you and says, “I have some good news.”
“Oh?” you say.
“Our next door neighbour, Rosemary, has agreed to come over to our house and look after Dad during the evenings – basically until I get home. She’s always been fond of me and apparently thinks I should be allowed to have a social life.”
“That’s awesome!” you say. “So ... we can go out on dates whenever we want?”
“Exactly,” says Polly with a smile. “Including this evening, if you like.”
“I like,” you say immediately.
Polly laughs. “So, where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Gousteau’s.”
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That she looks amazing in minidresses.
That you find her fascinating.
That you are falling in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently being inexpertly ridden by a whooping young man.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you chat with Polly while waiting for your food. The place is crowded, service is slow, and Polly, after three tequilas, is getting a little tipsy. At this point you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you find her fascinating.
That you are falling in love with her.
“Wow,” says Polly. “Isn’t that rather expensive?”
You grin at her. “I feel like celebrating,” you say.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. A waiter shows you to your table, and you order starters and a bottle of wine.
Polly loves the wine and is getting a little tipsy by the time your main courses arrive. At this point you remark...
That you can’t wait to see her do a poo in her panties.
That you find her fascinating.
That you are falling in love with her.
“Why thank you,” says Polly with a smile.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “That’s a sweet thing to say,” she says. “What’s fascinating about me?”
“Everything,” you say simply. “Your personality, your history, your devotion to your dad, your panty-pooping fetish, your delectably curvy figure...”
Polly laughs. “Not everyone would be fascinated by all that,” she says. “I’m glad you are, though.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly is stunned. “Wow,” she says, blushing. “Well, I have to say ... I feel the same way about you.”
“This is good news,” you say, smiling happily.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “I’m kind of tempted,” she says. “It looks like a lot of fun.”
“Then go for it,” you say.
Polly hesitates for a long moment, then she giggles and shakes her head. “No, I’m sorry, I’m too chicken,” she says. “Maybe next time.”
“Okay,” you say, trying to conceal your disappointment.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “That’s a sweet thing to say,” she says. “What’s fascinating about me?”
“Everything,” you say simply. “Your personality, your history, your devotion to your dad, your panty-pooping fetish, your delectably curvy figure...”
Polly laughs. “Not everyone would be fascinated by all that,” she says. “I’m glad you are, though.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly is stunned. “Wow,” she says, blushing. “Well, I have to say ... I feel the same way about you.”
“This is good news,” you say, smiling happily.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I’m kind of looking forward to doing that for you,” she says, “although at the same time I’m a little anxious about how you’ll react.”
“I promise you, I won’t give you cause to regret it,” you assure her.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “That’s a sweet thing to say,” she says. “What’s fascinating about me?”
“Everything,” you say simply. “Your personality, your history, your devotion to your dad, your panty-pooping fetish, your delectably curvy figure...”
Polly laughs. “Not everyone would be fascinated by all that,” she says. “I’m glad you are, though.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly is stunned. “Wow,” she says, blushing. “Well, I have to say ... I feel the same way about you.”
“This is good news,” you say, smiling happily.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Polly hums and haas about what she is in the mood for. Eventually she asks you to choose, and you decide to watch...
An action thriller.
A romantic comedy.
A horror film.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her if she would like to get out of here.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says shyly.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you hastily rearrange a few items as Polly politely stares at her shoes.
Then you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. After a couple of minutes of this, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Try to take off her dress.
The movie is loud, violent, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is sweet, silly, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is gory, predictable, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly pulls away and tugs her dress down. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Almost,” says Polly. “There’s something else I want to do first.”
Continue.
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Almost,” says Polly. “There’s something else I want to do first.”
Continue.
“Sure,” replies Polly, and the two of you make your way towards the exit. Outside, Polly says, “Still want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You gasp in surprise. “Yes!” you say in a rather squeaky voice. Then, “Yes!” you add in a much more manly tone.
Polly giggles. “Let’s find a good spot then. A quiet road under a streetlamp might be best.”
You find a place matching this description nearby. Thanks to the lamp, the spot is very brightly illuminated, and as Polly turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties, you say, “Aren’t you afraid of other people seeing?”
Polly giggles. “They won’t be able to see much, and I do want you to have a good view.” Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Holy crap!” you exclaim. “That’s a lot of poo!”
“I told you I poo like an elephant,” says Polly, looking back at you over her shoulder. “So ... what do you think?”
“It’s ... amazing!” you say. “And wonderful. Thank you so much for letting me see this – I feel very privileged.”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says.
You stare at the impressive bulge in her panties for a full minute, and then Polly turns back around and drops her dress. “I should probably go home now,” she says. “Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply. “But ... are you going to get on the bus like that?”
“Of course!” says Polly. “I’m hardly going to dump it out on the street, am I? Plus, I love having poo in my panties; I don’t want to just get rid of this lot right away.”
“But ... the smell! Won’t the driver kick you off?” you ask.
“It actually doesn’t smell as much as you’d think,” says Polly. “Side-effect of eating so much fibre, I suppose. And the bus should be fairly empty – I’ll find a quiet spot at the back. I’ll be fine.”
The two of you walk slowly (and carefully, in Polly’s case) to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. “I suppose it’s probably time.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Holy crap!” you exclaim. “That’s a lot of poo!”
“I told you I poo like an elephant,” says Polly, looking back at you over her shoulder. “So ... what do you think?”
“It’s ... amazing!” you say. “And wonderful. Thank you so much for letting me see this – I feel very privileged.”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. “But now I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She drops her dress and turns around.
“Oh – well you can empty out your panties in our toilet,” you say. “It’s at the end of the corridor.”
“Who says I want to empty them out?” says Polly impishly.
“Oh!” you say with a grin. “Wow – okay. Well, can I walk you to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” says Polly.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. “Wow,” you say, admiring her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly lets you lift up her dress, and then raises her arms so that you can take it off. Then, with a giggle, she climbs into your bed and pulls the covers up to her chin. She fumbles behind her back, and a moment later, she pulls her bra out from beneath the covers and tosses it on the floor. “Come and get me,” she says shyly.
You hastily strip down to your underwear, then you climb into bed with her. After kissing her passionately for a minute, you move down to her breasts, sucking on each nipple alternately while running your hand up the inside of her thigh and stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Do you ... have condoms?” she asks a little breathlessly.
Your face falls. “Um, no,” you say. “I’ve never needed them.”
“Are you a virgin?” she asks gently.
You nod. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry – I’m a virgin too,” says Polly. “And don’t worry about the condoms – I’m on the Pill anyway.”
“Oh good,” you say, relieved. “So, we can...”
“Yes,” she says with an affectionate smile. “But before we, um, go ahead with that, I’d like to make a request. Or a suggestion, if you like.”
“Oh?” you inquire.
“I have this fantasy,” says Polly, “about having sex while filling my panties with poo. I think it would be an amazing and unique way to lose my virginity. What do you think?”
You hesitate, then say, “Wow. It’s a very cool idea...
But I think I’d rather keep the two things separate for the moment.”
Let’s do it!”
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. But when you start playing with her nipple, she giggles and pulls your hand out.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Almost,” says Polly. “There’s something else I want to do first.”
Continue.
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. Then she giggles and pulls your hand out. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Almost,” says Polly. “There’s something else I want to do first.”
Continue.
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out of her dress. “Behave,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Almost,” says Polly. “There’s something else I want to do first.”
Continue.
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out from between her legs. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Almost,” says Polly. “There’s something else I want to do first.”
Continue.
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, and scoop her breast out into the open, but at this point she pushes your hand away. “Don’t get carried away!” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Almost,” says Polly. “There’s something else I want to do first.”
Continue.
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. She giggles, but does not stop you, so you start stroking her pussy through her panties. After half a minute of this, she stops you. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers, rather breathlessly.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Almost,” says Polly. “There’s something else I want to do first.”
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away, looking shy.
“Do you still want to see me do a poo in my panties?” she asks.
“Yes!” you say.
Polly nods, smiles, and says, “Okay then.” She glances around nervously, but sees nobody around, so she turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Holy crap!” you exclaim. “That’s a lot of poo!”
“I told you I poo like an elephant,” says Polly, looking back at you over her shoulder. “So ... what do you think?”
“It’s ... amazing!” you say. “And wonderful. Thank you so much for letting me see this – I feel very privileged.”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. Then, hearing a bus approaching, she drops her dress and turns around. “Oops – sorry we don’t have longer for you to enjoy looking at it.”
“You’re going to get on the bus like that?” you ask in surprise.
“Of course!” says Polly. “I’m hardly going to dump it out on the street, am I? Plus, I love having poo in my panties; I don’t want to just get rid of this lot right away.”
“But ... the smell! Won’t the driver kick you off?” you ask.
“It actually doesn’t smell as much as you’d think,” says Polly. “Side-effect of eating so much fibre, I suppose. And the bus should be fairly empty – I’ll find a quiet spot at the back. I’ll be fine.”
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s understandable, and totally okay,” she says.
You resume kissing her, and eagerly pull off her panties. Then you remove your own underwear, and lie down on top of her as she wraps her legs around you. With a little manoeuvring, you work your erect penis into her vagina, which is helpfully moist and slippery.
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. Though you try to delay it a little, the sensation of Polly’s soft, warm flesh gripping your shaft soon has you spurting your semen inside her while waves of pleasure saturate your loins.
“Ohhh ... ohhh ... wow...” you gasp. “This is amazing.” Then, feeling a little guilty, you add, “Sorry I was so quick.”
Polly squeezes you with her arms and thighs. “No need to apologise,” she says. “It was lovely. And remember, this is just our first time – we’ll have plenty of opportunities to get better.”
You lie in each other’s arms for a few minutes, and then Polly says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
“Oh!” you say. “Absolutely!”
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Holy crap!” you exclaim. “That’s a lot of poo!”
“I told you I poo like an elephant,” says Polly, looking back at you over her shoulder. “So ... what do you think?”
“It’s ... amazing!” you say. “And wonderful. Thank you so much for letting me see this – I feel very privileged.”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. “But now I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on.
“Oh – well you can empty out your panties in our toilet,” you say. “It’s at the end of the corridor.”
“Who says I want to empty them out?” says Polly impishly, as she puts on her dress.
“Oh!” you say with a grin. “Wow – okay. Well, can I walk you to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” says Polly. She steps into her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. “Wow,” you say, admiring her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you run back to Juniper Hall and seek out your friends Colin and Adolf in great excitement. To your dismay, they do not believe your story, and in annoyance you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Okay then!” she says.
You resume kissing her, and eagerly remove your underwear. Then you lie down on top of her as she wraps her legs around you, and reach down to pull the gusset of her panties to one side. With a little manoeuvring, you work your erect penis into her vagina, which is helpfully moist and slippery.
As you start thrusting, Polly says, “Oh that feels good... I’m going to start my poo, okay?”
“Okay!” you say.
“Oh ... I suppose it might make a mess of your sheets...” says Polly.
“Fuck the sheets,” you gasp. “Go for it.”
Polly strains, and then murmurs, “Oooh, it’s coming out!”
You reach down with your hand and feel the back of Polly’s panties. They are ballooning outwards, and you can feel the warmth and squishiness of her poo through the flimsy material.
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. Though you try to delay it a little, the sensation of Polly’s soft, warm flesh gripping your shaft soon has you spurting your semen inside her while waves of pleasure saturate your loins.
“Ohhh ... ohhh ... wow...” you gasp. “This is amazing.” Then, feeling a little guilty, you add, “Sorry I was so quick.”
Polly squeezes you with her arms and thighs. “No need to apologise,” she says. “It was lovely. And remember, this is just our first time – we’ll have plenty of opportunities to get better.”
You lie in each other’s arms for a few minutes, and then Polly says, “Want to see the results?”
“Oh!” you say. “Absolutely!”
Polly grins, and carefully climbs out of bed. You stare in awe at her panties, which are bulging hugely from a melon-sized quantity of poo inside.
“Holy crap!” you exclaim. “That’s a lot of poo!”
“I told you I poo like an elephant,” says Polly, looking back at you over her shoulder. “So ... what do you think?”
“It’s ... amazing!” you say. “And wonderful. Thank you so much for letting me see this – I feel very privileged.”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. “But now I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on.
“Oh – well you can empty out your panties in our toilet,” you say. “It’s at the end of the corridor.”
“Who says I want to empty them out?” says Polly impishly, as she puts on her dress.
“Oh!” you say with a grin. “Wow – okay. Well, can I walk you to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” says Polly. She steps into her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. “Wow,” you say, admiring her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you run back to Juniper Hall and seek out your friends Colin and Adolf in great excitement. To your dismay, they do not believe your story, and in annoyance you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says shyly.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you hastily rearrange a few items as Polly politely stares at her shoes.
Then you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. After a couple of minutes of this, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Try to take off her dress.
Polly stops you. “I know where you think this is going,” she says, “but I’m not quite ready for sex.”
“Oh,” you say, disappointed. “Why not?”
“It just doesn’t feel like the right time,” says Polly. “I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologise,” you say bravely. “If it’s not the right time, it’s not the right time. I’m just happy that you’re my girlfriend and you’re able to spend the evening with me.”
Polly smiles happily. “Well perhaps I can do something else for you. Would you still like to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Of course!” you say excitedly.
Polly grins. “Okay then – feast your eyes on this.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Holy crap!” you exclaim. “That’s a lot of poo!”
“I told you I poo like an elephant,” says Polly, looking back at you over her shoulder. “So ... what do you think?”
“It’s ... amazing!” you say. “And wonderful. Thank you so much for letting me see this – I feel very privileged.”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. “But now I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She drops her dress and turns around.
“Oh – well you can empty out your panties in our toilet,” you say. “It’s at the end of the corridor.”
“Who says I want to empty them out?” says Polly impishly.
“Oh!” you say with a grin. “Wow – okay. Well, can I walk you to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” says Polly.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. “Wow,” you say, admiring her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are pleased to see that she is wearing a tight, stretchy miniskirt that comes down to mid-thigh, along with a fairly conservative top. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily. “Nice outfit.”
“Thank you,” she replies with a grin.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
As she feels your hand on her breast, Charlotte hesitates, then gently pushes your hand away. “Not now, Sweetie,” she whispers reprovingly.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte does not immediately react as you place your hand on her thigh, but as you begin to caress her smooth skin, she gently pushes it away. “Not now,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. She smirks slightly at the joke, then she leans over and whispers, “Pay attention, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte rolls her eyes as you pass her your piece of paper, but she joins in anyway, and the two of you play a couple of games that last until the end of the lecture.
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte stares at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Compliment her gorgeous bottom.
Charlotte smiles. “Sure,” she replies. “Daddy said another date is fine, as long as I’m back home by nine again.”
“Cool!” you say happily. “That curfew is a pain, though.”
Charlotte nods.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte laughs. “This one isn’t short enough for you?” she says.
“It’s awesome,” you concede, “but a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”
“I’ll think about it,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her bra exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white panties exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte looks a little torn. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place. Outside, after the lecture, okay?”
“Okay!” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you take Charlotte by the hand and hurry outside with her. When you stop, just around the corner of the building, you kiss her deeply, and hold her close in your arms. After a minute, she pats your back. “All right Sweetie, time to go our separate ways.”
You release her, and nod ruefully. Then you bid her goodbye, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte straightens up quickly and turns around. “You couldn’t just enjoy the view?” she inquires disapprovingly.
“The view was irresistible,” you say with a grin.
Charlotte rolls her eyes and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
You manage to get your hand almost all the way up between Charlotte’s thighs before she gasps and whirls around, pushing your hand away. “You naughty man!” she says sternly. “Get back to work.”
“Sorry,” you say, with an unapologetic grin.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
“Why thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile as she turns back around. “I’m glad it meets with your approval.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you head outside with Charlotte, who says, “So, where are we going?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte looks a little torn. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place. Outside, after the lecture, okay?”
“Okay!” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you take Charlotte by the hand and hurry outside with her. When you stop, just around the corner of the building, you kiss her deeply, and hold her close in your arms. After a minute, she pats your back. “All right Sweetie, so where are we going to eat?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts through her exposed bra. Then she says, “All right, Gropey, that’s enough of that.” She pulls her top down, and for the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as she tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?”
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast through her bra. Then, when you try to slip your hand beneath the underwire of her bra, she clamps her hand down on yours. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte gasps as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her panties. “Not here!” she says, pushing your arm away. She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Good choice,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you ask her about...
Her family.
Her beliefs.
“Ah, okay,” says Charlotte, without enthusiasm.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently being inexpertly ridden by a shrieking young woman.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Tell Charlotte about your childhood.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Charlotte tells you all about her various family members – all very religious, seemingly, except for the black sheep of the family, Aunt Emma, who is rumoured to be a lesbian and, even worse, an agnostic.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Well I have to admit,” says Charlotte, “that some of my beliefs have been challenged somewhat since I started at university. Have been brought up to think that gay people are all decadent and immoral, that atheists are evil, that single men are lust-filled animals, incapable of controlling themselves ... and, well, that simply hasn’t been my experience. And I’ve always had a problem with the notion, common in my family, that the Earth is six thousand years old. I’ve studied the rocks; it simply isn’t true.”
“Interesting,” you say. “I look forward to seeing your beliefs continue to evolve.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
You dredge up a few entertaining anecdotes from your childhood, and Charlotte listens with gratifying interest. “It’s nice to hear you talk about yourself,” she says at one point. “You don’t often do it, and I feel like I’m finally getting a bit of an insight into what makes you tick.”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “I think not. Can you imagine what would happen to this skirt if I got on that thing? No, don’t answer that; of course you can.”
You laugh. “It is rather an exciting thought.”
“I’m sure,” says Charlotte, regarding the mechanical bull contemplatively. “Perhaps another time I might be willing to give it a go.”
“I shall look forward to it,” you say.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte shakes her head. “We don’t have time,” she says. “If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Speaking of which,” continues Charlotte, “I’d better go and change.” She gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte shakes her head. “Not my kind of place,” she says, “and in any case, we don’t have time. If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Speaking of which,” continues Charlotte, “I’d better go and change.” She gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte sighs. “I’d really like to,” she says, “but we just don’t have time. If you want me to continue to be allowed out on dates, I need to strictly observe my father’s curfew.”
“Okay,” you say.
“Speaking of which,” continues Charlotte, “I’d better go and change.” She gets up, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her buttocks, but when you begin to pull the back of her dress up, she gently deflects your hands. “Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my bottom exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte sighs. “Bother this curfew,” she says in annoyance. “I’d really like to go back to your room for some decent private time.”
“I would like that too,” you admit.
“I’ll have another talk with Daddy,” says Charlotte. “I’m feeling very motivated to get the rules changed in my favour.”
Her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her breast through her dress, and even lets you reach into her bra via her neckline. She shivers as you cup her breast with your hand.
A minute or so later, you tug the straps of her bra and dress off her left shoulder, and pull her dress and left bra cup downwards to expose her breast. At this point she stops you, and pulls her straps back up.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my breast exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte sighs. “Bother this curfew,” she says in annoyance. “I’d really like to go back to your room for some decent private time.”
“I would like that too,” you admit.
“I’ll have another talk with Daddy,” says Charlotte. “I’m feeling very motivated to get the rules changed in my favour.”
Her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing a very short sundress that stops well short of mid-thigh, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly giggles nervously as she feels your hand on her breast, but she lets you massage it for a few moments before she pushes your hand away. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly seems happy to let you caress the bare skin of her thigh, making no objection even when your hand dips beneath the hem of her dress. As your fingers start to brush against the crotch of her panties, however, she pushes your hand away and whispers, “Save something for later, okay?”
With the boundary thus set, you spend much of the rest of the lecture stroking Polly’s thigh, often going under her dress but always stopping short of her panties. She does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “In the middle of a lecture?” she whispers back. “Are you crazy?”
“It’s entirely possible,” you concede.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. “Behave yourself!” she whispers, but you can see she is smiling.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You inquire after Anthony, and Polly says that he and Jill are having lunch together at her flat.
Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and feel her pussy through her panties, but she stops you when you try to pull her panties aside. Then, just after a long, passionate kiss, you say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up until her panties are exposed.
Polly smiles. “Sure,” she says, “I’d love that!”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “In the middle of lab?” she says. “Are you crazy?”
“You could sneak out to the toilets as soon as you’ve done it,” you reply. “I doubt anyone would notice.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then she shakes her head. “I’m not quite brave enough for that,” she says. “Sorry.”
“Okay, no problem,” you say, smiling at her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Well we seem to be alone, so ... okay.”
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress until the lower half of her panties is exposed, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small lump forms in the white cotton/Lycra material; it pushes downwards, tenting her panties, and then it pauses as her poo folds up. A new bulge forms above and to the left of the lump, and it grows larger, merging with the lump to form a single, somewhat misshapen bulge. As Polly pushes out more and more poo, the bulge gradually grows until it is as large as a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You laugh happily. “I love that you’re happy to do this!” you exclaim. “You are so awesome, Polly!”
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her bulging panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs, a little anxiously. “Shorter than this? I’d be the talk of the campus!”
You grin. “Probably,” you agree. “But it would be awesome.”
Polly chuckles. “I’m sure,” she says.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You inquire after Anthony, and Polly says that he and Jill are having lunch together at her flat.
Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly laughs. “I’m sure you do,” she says, “but you’ll have to wait a little for that.” Then she giggles and adds, “Maybe I can give you a little taste, though.” She lifts up the front of her dress to expose her white panties, smiling as your eyes widen in excitement. Then she lifts it up even higher, revealing her bra. Then, on an impulse, she lifts it up over her head and takes it off entirely, so that she is wearing only her bra, panties and shoes.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly giggles, then quickly puts her dress back on. “You’re welcome,” she says.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You inquire after Anthony, and Polly says that he and Jill are having lunch together at her flat.
Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly gasps. “Naughty,” she murmurs.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say, grinning as you sensuously massage her bottom. “You do have such a lovely arse.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Gently tug her dress upwards until her panties are exposed.
Bend down and slide your hand up her dress to feel her panties.
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties, which you only get a glimpse of before she squeals and turns around, tugging her dress down. “Naughty man!” she says, turning very pink as she glances around to make sure nobody else is looking.
You grin at her. “Nice panties,” you say.
She rolls her eyes and pokes you in the ribs.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up until it barely covers her bottom – a fact which is not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “Too many people passing too close by,” she says. “Later, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly nervously pushes your hand away. “People are passing by,” she says. “Don’t expose me too much please.”
“Okay,” you say, and you resume kissing her.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly gasps as she feels your hand come into contact with her panties. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says, turning around and smiling at you. “Later, okay?”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
She goes to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You inquire after Anthony, and Polly says that he and Jill are having lunch together at her flat.
Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
She goes to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You inquire after Anthony, and Polly says that he and Jill are having lunch together at her flat.
Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly lets you caress her thigh, even all the way up to her panties, but as you start to rub her pussy through the flimsy material, she gently pushes your hand away. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her thigh.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly lets you caress her thigh, even all the way up to her panties, but as you start to rub her pussy through the flimsy material, she gently pushes your hand away. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her thigh.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
After the lecture, you and Polly head outside, where Polly asks, “So, where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That she looks amazing in minidresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are falling in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are falling in love with her.
“Why thank you,” says Polly with a smile.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
Polly shrugs uncomfortably. “Maybe, but I’d rather not just now if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, of course,” you say.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I feel the same way about you,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “I’m kind of tempted,” she says. “It looks like a lot of fun.”
“Then go for it,” you say.
Polly hesitates for a long moment, then she giggles and shakes her head. “No, I’m sorry, I’m too chicken,” she says. “Maybe next time.”
“Okay,” you say, trying to conceal your disappointment.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
Polly shrugs uncomfortably. “Maybe, but I’d rather not just now if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, of course,” you say.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I feel the same way about you,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Polly hums and haas about what she is in the mood for. Eventually she asks you to choose, and you decide to watch...
An action thriller.
A romantic comedy.
A horror film.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says shyly.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you hastily rearrange a few items as Polly politely stares at her shoes.
Then you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. After a couple of minutes of this, Polly breaks off and takes a step away from you. Grasping the hem of her dress, she pulls it up over her head, and discards it on the floor.
“Wow!” you exclaim, staring at her bra and panties.
Polly giggles, then she kicks off her shoes and climbs into your bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. She fumbles behind her back, and a moment later, she pulls her bra out from beneath the covers and tosses it on the floor. “Come and get me,” she says shyly.
You hastily strip down to your underwear, then you climb into bed with her. After kissing her passionately for a minute, you move down to her breasts, sucking on each nipple alternately while running your hand up the inside of her thigh and stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Do you ... have condoms?” she asks a little breathlessly.
Your face falls. “Um, no,” you say. “I’ve never needed them.”
“Are you a virgin?” she asks gently.
You nod. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry – I’m a virgin too,” says Polly. “And don’t worry about the condoms – I’m on the Pill anyway.”
“Oh good,” you say, relieved. “So, we can...”
“Yes,” she says with an affectionate smile.
You resume kissing her, and eagerly pull off her panties. Then you remove your own underwear, and lie down on top of her as she wraps her legs around you. With a little manoeuvring, you work your erect penis into her vagina, which is helpfully moist and slippery.
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. Though you try to delay it a little, the sensation of Polly’s soft, warm flesh gripping your shaft soon has you spurting your semen inside her while waves of pleasure saturate your loins.
“Ohhh ... ohhh ... wow...” you gasp. “This is amazing.” Then, feeling a little guilty, you add, “Sorry I was so quick.”
Polly squeezes you with her arms and thighs. “No need to apologise,” she says. “It was lovely. And remember, this is just our first time – we’ll have plenty of opportunities to get better.”
You lie in each other’s arms for a few minutes, and then Polly says, “Want to watch me do a poo in my panties?”
“Oh!” you say. “Um...
Yes please!”
Do you mind if we just cuddle naked for a while?”
The movie is loud, violent, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is sweet, silly, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is gory, predictable, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly pulls away and tugs her dress down. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly, “but outside, okay?”
The two of you make your way towards the exit. Outside, Polly says, “Let’s find somewhere with better light.”
You chuckle, and say, “I was hoping you might do it inside the club.”
Polly laughs. “We’d have got kicked out!” she says.
“We’ve left anyway,” you point out.
“True,” she admits.
You walk away from the club, head down a quiet side-street, and stop under a streetlamp. Thanks to the lamp, the spot is very brightly illuminated, and as Polly turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, her white bikini-cut panties are highly visible. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say. “That truly is an amazing amount of poo.”
Polly giggles. “Is it a good look for me?” She wiggles her bottom, causing her bulging panties to sway back and forth.
“It’s awesome!” you say.
You stare at the impressive bulge in her panties for a full minute, and then Polly turns back around and drops her dress. “I should probably go home now,” she says. “Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk slowly (and carefully, in Polly’s case) to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s just amazing. Thank you!”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. “But now I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
“Walk me to the bus stop?” she says.
“Of course!” you reply, putting on your own clothes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. You sigh as you admire her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you run back to Juniper Hall and seek out your friends Colin and Adolf in great excitement. To your dismay, they do not believe your story, and in annoyance you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. “Can we ... do it again?” you ask Polly hopefully.
“Sure,” she says warmly, and she spreads her legs as you climb on top of her. This time you last for over five minutes, and Polly agrees afterwards that you performed “much better”.
“But now I’d better go,” she says. “I wish I could stay the night...”
“Me too,” you agree.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you run back to Juniper Hall and seek out your friends Colin and Adolf in great excitement. To your dismay, they do not believe your story, and in annoyance you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. But when you start playing with her nipple, she giggles and pulls your hand out.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. Then she giggles and pulls your hand out. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out of her dress. “Behave,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out from between her legs. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, and scoop her breast out into the open, but at this point she pushes your hand away. “Don’t get carried away!” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. She giggles, but does not stop you, so you start stroking her pussy through her panties. After half a minute of this, she stops you. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers, rather breathlessly.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She glances around nervously, but sees nobody around, so she turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say. “That’s simply amazing. Thank you!”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. Then, hearing a bus approaching, she drops her dress and turns around. “Oops – sorry we don’t have longer for you to enjoy looking at it.”
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are pleased to see that she is wearing a tight, stretchy miniskirt that comes down to mid-thigh, along with a fairly conservative top. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily. “Nice outfit.”
“Thank you,” she replies with a grin.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
As she feels your hand on her breast, Charlotte hesitates, then gently pushes your hand away. “Not now, Sweetie,” she whispers reprovingly.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte does not immediately react as you place your hand on her thigh, and you begin to gently caress her smooth skin. A couple of minutes later, as you start to slide your hand up her skirt, she gently pushes it away. “Not now,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. She smirks slightly at the joke, then she leans over and whispers, “Pay attention, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to kiss her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte rolls her eyes as you pass her your piece of paper, but she joins in anyway, and the two of you play a couple of games that last until the end of the lecture.
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte smiles at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Compliment her gorgeous bottom.
Charlotte grins. “Absolutely,” she replies. “Last night I flat out told my dad I wasn’t a child any more, and didn’t need a curfew. I said if he didn’t like it, I would move out and get a job as a waitress in order to pay my rent.”
“Oh my god!” you say. “And how did he respond?”
“The idea of my waitressing scared the heck out of him,” says Charlotte. “We ended up compromising on a new curfew time: midnight. Any day I like. And no questions asked.”
“Awesome!” you say happily. “Well done!”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte laughs. “This one isn’t short enough for you?” she says.
“It’s awesome,” you concede, “but a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”
“I’ll think about it,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her bra exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white panties exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte looks a little torn. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place. Outside, after the lecture, okay?”
“Okay!” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you take Charlotte by the hand and hurry outside with her. When you stop, just around the corner of the building, you kiss her deeply, and hold her close in your arms. After a minute, she pats your back. “All right Sweetie, time to go our separate ways.”
You release her, and nod ruefully. Then you bid her goodbye, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte straightens up quickly and turns around. “You couldn’t just enjoy the view?” she inquires disapprovingly.
“The view was irresistible,” you say with a grin.
Charlotte rolls her eyes and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
You manage to get your hand almost all the way up between Charlotte’s thighs before she gasps and whirls around, pushing your hand away. “You naughty man!” she says sternly. “Get back to work.”
“Sorry,” you say, with an unapologetic grin.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
“Why thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile as she turns back around. “I’m glad it meets with your approval.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to kiss you.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you head outside with Charlotte, who says, “So, where are we going?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte looks a little torn. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place. Outside, after the lecture, okay?”
“Okay!” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you take Charlotte by the hand and hurry outside with her. When you stop, just around the corner of the building, you kiss her deeply, and hold her close in your arms. After a minute, she pats your back. “All right Sweetie, so where are we going to eat?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts through her exposed bra. “I do hope someone doesn’t come along,” she mutters, but you silence her with a kiss to which she eagerly responds.
You reach around behind Charlotte as you kiss her, and manage to unclasp her bra. This allows you to lift the cups of the bra away from her breasts, which you start to kiss before she stops you.
“That’s enough of that, you crazy fool,” she whispers, reaching back to fasten her bra. “You’re going to get us both in trouble!”
She pulls her top down, and for the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her panties.
“Want me to stop?” you ask, gently pressing a finger into the groove between her labia.
“No,” she admits. “Yes,” she adds, and she quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?”
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast through her bra. Then, when you try to slip your hand beneath the underwire of her bra, she clamps her hand down on yours. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte gasps as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her panties. “Not here!” she says, pushing your arm away. She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Good choice,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you ask her about...
Her favourite books and films.
Her hobbies.
“Ah, okay,” says Charlotte, without enthusiasm.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Ask Charlotte about her likes and dislikes.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Charlotte is a big Jane Austen fan, and she spends some time enthusing about her favourite Austen novels, as well as film and television adaptations.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“It’s always been geology, really,” says Charlotte. “Well, and My Little Pony, when I was much younger. But I don’t think that counts, do you?”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte likes church, Irish dancing, Gilbert and Sullivan comic operas, Jane Austen novels, and playing Monopoly. She dislikes rude people, ignorant people, stupid people, loud people, foreign people ... most people, in fact.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “I dread to think what would happen to this skirt if I got on that thing. I’m sure you would be highly entertained, though.”
You laugh. “It is rather an exciting thought.”
“I suppose it might be fun,” says Charlotte, regarding the mechanical bull contemplatively. “Perhaps another time.”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Charlotte peruses the options with little apparent interest. You have your own ideas, however, and buy tickets for...
A period drama.
A crime thriller.
A lowbrow comedy.
“Oh, my goodness,” says Charlotte. “That sounds like a lot of fun ... if only I were dressed for it!”
“You can do as many or as few of the obstacles as you like,” you say. “Whatever you feel your clothing permits. I know at least a few of them will allow you to remain decent in a skirt.”
“All right then,” says Charlotte, “let’s do it!”
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course.
A young man in a bandana explains your options. “You’ll see that each obstacle has a green section and a red section. Feel free to try whatever individual obstacles you like – but stick to the green sections. The red sections are for people running the whole course. If you want do that, we time it, and if you finish it without falling off, we give you a certificate with your time. We film everything, too, and if you want a video of your run, we can cut that together and send it to you for a small additional charge.”
“What do you think we should tackle first?” asks Charlotte, looking around.
You ponder the options, then say...
“The rope swing and cargo net.”
“The balance bridges.”
“The moving tunnel.”
“Let’s run the whole course.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room, where you hastily rearrange a few items as Charlotte tuts at the untidiness.
“Sorry for the mess,” you apologise.
Charlotte smiles. “Well, are you going to undress me then?”
You do not need to be asked twice, and hastily start pulling her clothes off while kissing her. Soon you have her down to her bra and panties, and as you reach behind her to unclasp her bra, you kiss and suck on her neck, which makes her gasp in pleasure.
You get Charlotte’s bra off, and then pull down her panties. She steps out of them, and gives you a slow twirl as you stand back to admire her naked body.
“What do you think?” she asks, with uncharacteristic coyness.
“You’re ... perfect!” you say, and you mean it. Her body is slim, yet shapely, and her breasts, though relatively small, are exquisite and flawless.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile, and she climbs into your bed.
Something occurs to you. “Um, I don’t have any condoms!” you say, aghast.
“Fortunately for you,” says Charlotte, “I recently went on the Pill in anticipation of our first sexual encounter.”
“Oh! Whew,” you say, and you hurriedly take off your clothes and climb into bed with Charlotte.
Charlotte seems nervous but excited as you position your penis at the opening of her vagina and begin to push it inwards. She is very wet, but seems very tight, and it takes a bit of poking and prodding before you manage to get fully inside her. She is clearly uncomfortable during this process, wincing and gasping several times.
The new begins thrusting, and it is not long before your considerable arousal gets the better of you. You groan as you pump your semen deep inside her, and then you collapse on top of her.
After a moment, Charlotte says, “Was that it? That’s what all the fuss was about?”
“Sorry,” you say, feeling embarrassed. “It was my first time too.”
“I know,” says Charlotte. “I just thought the first time would be more … I don’t know ... special.”
“It was for me,” you admit. “But look ... I may not have much personal experience, but I’m not entirely unknowledgeable. I’m aware that the first time is usually a bit of a disappointment, but I am reliably informed that it does get better – much better.”
“It was ... sore,” says Charlotte.
“Maybe some lubricant would help with that,” you suggest. “I have some Vaseline – we could try using that.”
“Why do you have Vaseline?” she inquires.
“No reason,” you say guardedly.
Charlotte sighs. “Well, at least I’m not a virgin anymore. Do you realise how very contrary to the principles of my upbringing this is? ‘No sex before marriage’ was drummed into me from an early age.”
“So what made you abandon that principle?” you ask.
“The feeling that I’ve been misled my whole life,” says Charlotte. “Many of the things my hyper-religious parents brought me up to believe have turned out not to be true. So many students around me have premarital sex, and still manage to be nice and happy people. I’m starting to have serious doubts – about everything. Anyway, I’ve been feeling very driven to experience the world the way other, normal people do.”
You lie down next to her, and cuddle her for half an hour or so. Then you say, “Want to try again?”
“Absolutely,” says Charlotte. “And let’s try that Vaseline.”
This time, you last a lot longer, and Charlotte starts to become very aroused, moaning and gasping as you thrust rapidly inside her. She wraps her legs around your back and digs her fingernails into your shoulder-blades, which hurts a bit and effectively delays your climax. Before you reach your orgasm, to your surprise Charlotte reaches hers, and she moans loudly and writhes beneath you, her entire upper body looking very flushed. You groan as you empty a second load of sperm inside her.
“Good grief!” gasps Charlotte. “That was more like it!” Then she kisses you, wildly and passionately.
After some more very pleasant cuddling, Charlotte decides that it is time for her to go home. The two of you get dressed, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, she kisses you again. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she says.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Then you practically run back to Juniper Hall and go to see your friends Colin and Adolf, who are somewhat sceptical about your news. Eventually, annoyed at their disbelief, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
The movie is lengthy, talky, and rather dull, but Charlotte seems to enjoy it. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is good, but rather violent, and Charlotte seems uncomfortable with some of the scenes. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is painfully unfunny, with some moments that make you cringe in your seat. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
“Okay,” says Charlotte, a little dubiously. The two of you first have to climb a ladder on to a high platform (Charlotte insists that you go first), and then you pull on a slim rope to bring a larger rope within reach.
Grabbing this larger rope, you jump from the platform and swing into a vertical cargo net, which you then traverse to get to another platform, from which you descend to the floor via another ladder.
Charlotte follows you, and as she traverses the cargo net, you gleefully see that her skirt is riding high and almost exposing her panties. As she reaches the platform, you do in fact get a glimpse of white cotton before she hastily pulls her skirt down.
“Very sexy!” you compliment her, and she chuckles ruefully.
“What now?” she asks.
You look around, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“All right,” says Charlotte, and you make your way over to the ramp leading up to the start of the balance bridges. The first is a series of wobbly platforms shaped like mushroom caps, the second is a pair of tightropes that gradually diverge, and the third is a chain of rolling cylinders. As you climb the ramp, you see people up ahead of you falling off, at various stages, on to the air bags beneath; this is apparently quite a tricky obstacle.
Charlotte heads across first; she makes it halfway across the mushroom caps, then takes a tumble, and with a shriek falls headlong down to the soft landing below. Her legs flail as she rolls on to her back, and you get a nice view of her white panties before she reaches the solid floor and hurriedly fixes her clothing.
You also fail to get across the mushroom caps; rolling off the air bags, you rejoin Charlotte, who says, “Well that was a little embarrassing! Can we try something else?”
You consider the possibilities, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“Righto,” says Charlotte, and the two of you head to the entrance to the tunnel, which is really just a long horizontal tube mounted about two feet above the gym floor. Inside the tube is a conveyor belt, which is continuously trying to move the tube’s occupants towards the entrance.
A television on the wall nearby shows front and rear views of people crawling through the tunnel – clearly there are cameras mounted inside it. “I think I can probably get away with it,” says Charlotte, eyeing the television warily. “If this skirt were any shorter, those cameras would be able to see my bottom.”
She goes through the tunnel first, and unfortunately she is correct; her buttocks and panties remain hidden, though only just. Then it is your turn – it is quite a fun crawl.
“What next?” asks Charlotte.
“Hmm,” you say. “How about we...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
Charlotte chuckles. “I think not,” she says. “This skirt would be up around my hips in no time. Which, I’m sure, would be lots of fun for you, but not so much for me.”
“Bummer,” you say regretfully. “And it looks like such fun, too.”
“I could always wear shorts on our next date,” Charlotte suggests politely.
“Please don’t,” you say, and she laughs.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “But first I should probably change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte puts up with your fondling of her breast for only a moment before she pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte quickly pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you fondle her breast for a minute or so, but then she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood to be groped right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you stroke her thigh for a minute or so, but when you reach her panties, she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you slide your hand into her bra via her neckline and start caressing her breast directly. For the next ten minutes or so, hardly believing your luck, you squeeze and stroke her soft breast flesh and play gently with her nipple. When you attempt to scoop her breast out into the open, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand on her thigh and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her panties. For the next ten minutes or so you stroke her pussy through her panties, and she even spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. Only when you try to get your hand inside her panties does she finally stop you.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte shakes her head. “There are cameras right beneath the monkey bars,” she says. “They’d be looking right up my skirt. I’m not having my panties displayed on these wall monitors, thanks.”
“Oh,” you say. “Well that’s a valid concern, I suppose.”
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” says Charlotte. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “But first I should probably change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte shakes her head. “You’re joking, right?” she says. “In this skirt? I’d have a crowd beneath me, staring up at my panties, in no time.”
“Oh,” you say. “Well that’s a valid concern, I suppose.”
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” says Charlotte. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “But first I should probably change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her buttocks, but when you begin to pull the back of her dress up, she gently deflects your hands. “Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my bottom exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Well next time perhaps we should just go back to your place after dinner,” she says. “Then I wouldn’t be worried about what other people could see if, you know, you were to take my clothes off or something.”
You stare at her in surprise, then grin. “Well that’s certainly worth keeping in mind,” you remark.
Charlotte winks at you. Then her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her breast through her dress, and even lets you reach into her bra via her neckline. She shivers as you cup her breast with your hand.
A minute or so later, you tug the straps of her bra and dress off her left shoulder, and pull her dress and left bra cup downwards to expose her breast. At this point she stops you, and pulls her straps back up.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my breast exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Well next time perhaps we should just go back to your place after dinner,” she says. “Then I wouldn’t be worried about what other people could see if, you know, you were to take my clothes off or something.”
You stare at her in surprise, then grin. “Well that’s certainly worth keeping in mind,” you remark.
Charlotte winks at you. Then her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing a very short sundress that stops well short of mid-thigh, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly giggles nervously as she feels your hand on her breast, but she lets you massage it for a few moments before she pushes your hand away. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly seems happy to let you caress the bare skin of her thigh, making no objection even when your hand dips beneath the hem of her dress. As your fingers start to brush against the crotch of her panties, she parts her legs slightly, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
When you reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, however, she finally pushes your hand away and whispers, “You’re getting me too excited – let’s continue this later, okay?”
With the boundary thus set, you spend much of the rest of the lecture stroking Polly’s thigh and panties. She does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “In the middle of a lecture?” she whispers back. “Are you crazy?”
“Yes, but in a good way,” you reply.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. Then she smiles, and reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You inquire after Anthony, and Polly says that he and Jill are having lunch together at her flat.
Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and feel her pussy through her panties, but she stops you when you try to pull her panties aside. Then, just after a long, passionate kiss, you say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up until her panties are exposed.
Polly smiles. “Sure,” she says, “I’d love that!”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “In the middle of lab?” she says. “Are you crazy?”
“You could sneak out to the toilets as soon as you’ve done it,” you reply. “I doubt anyone would notice.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then she shakes her head. “I’m not quite brave enough for that,” she says. “Sorry.”
“Okay, no problem,” you say, smiling at her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Well we seem to be alone, so ... okay.”
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress until the lower half of her panties is exposed, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small lump forms in the white cotton/Lycra material; it pushes downwards, tenting her panties, and then it pauses as her poo folds up. A new bulge forms above and to the left of the lump, and it grows larger, merging with the lump to form a single, somewhat misshapen bulge. As Polly pushes out more and more poo, the bulge gradually grows until it is as large as a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re awesome, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her bulging panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs, a little anxiously. “Shorter than this? I’d be the talk of the campus!”
You grin. “Probably,” you agree. “But it would be awesome.”
Polly chuckles. “I’m sure,” she says.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly laughs. “I’m sure you do,” she says, “but I’m a little nervous about someone coming along.” Then she giggles and adds, “Maybe I can give you a little taste, though.” She lifts up the front of her dress to expose her white panties, smiling as your eyes widen in excitement. Then she lifts it up even higher, revealing her bra. Then, on an impulse, she lifts it up over her head and takes it off entirely, so that she is wearing only her bra, panties and shoes.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly giggles. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful,” you tell her. “Go on – the bra too – please?”
Polly hesitates, then nods. “All right,” she says. She reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra, and pulls it off her shoulders. Dropping it on top of her dress, she puts her hands behind her back and smiles shyly at you.
“Wow,” you say, beaming at her.
She giggles, then quickly puts her bra and dress back on. “You’re welcome,” she says.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly gasps. “Naughty,” she murmurs.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say, grinning as you sensuously massage her bottom. “You do have such a lovely arse.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Gently tug her dress upwards until her panties are exposed.
Bend down and slide your hand up her dress to feel her panties.
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties, which you only get a glimpse of before she squeals and turns around, tugging her dress down. “Naughty man!” she says, turning very pink as she glances around to make sure nobody else is looking.
You grin at her. “Nice panties,” you say.
She rolls her eyes and pokes you in the ribs.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up until it barely covers her bottom – a fact which is not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “Too many people passing too close by,” she says. “Later, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly nervously pushes your hand away. “People are passing by,” she says. “Don’t expose me too much please.”
“Okay,” you say, and you resume kissing her.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly gasps as she feels your hand come into contact with her panties. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says, turning around and smiling at you. “Later, okay?”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
She goes to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
She goes to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her thigh, and even lets you stroke her pussy through the flimsy material of her panties, but when you try to work your hand inside her panties, she gently pushes it away. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her thigh.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her thigh, and even lets you stroke her pussy through the flimsy material of her panties, but when you try to work your hand inside her panties, she gently pushes it away. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her thigh.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
After the lecture, you and Polly head outside, where Polly asks, “So, where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That she looks amazing in minidresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Why thank you,” says Polly with a smile.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
Polly shrugs uncomfortably. “Maybe, but I’d rather not just now if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, of course,” you say.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “I’m kind of tempted,” she says. “It looks like a lot of fun.”
“Then go for it,” you say.
Polly hesitates for a long moment, then she giggles and shakes her head. “No, I’m sorry, I’m too chicken,” she says. “Maybe next time.”
“Okay,” you say, trying to conceal your disappointment.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
Polly shrugs uncomfortably. “Maybe, but I’d rather not just now if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, of course,” you say.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Polly hums and haas about what she is in the mood for. Eventually she asks you to choose, and you decide to watch...
An action thriller.
A romantic comedy.
A horror film.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says shyly.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you strip off each other’s clothes until Polly is down to her panties and you are naked.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
The movie is loud, violent, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is sweet, silly, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is gory, predictable, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Stop that!” she says in your ear. “People will be able to see my panties!”
“I know,” you reply. “There’s a couple of chaps staring at your bottom right now – I think they envy me. As well they should!”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she says. “I can’t believe I’m letting you show me off like this!”
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for another minute or so. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “You were amazing in there, Polly. So sexy!”
Polly smiles happily. “It was fun!” she says. “The thought that people were staring at my panties was actually more exciting, and less scary, than I would have thought.”
You grin. “Does that mean you’ll be open to flashing your panties at other people in the future?”
“Maybe,” says Polly, giggling. “Depends how I feel at the time, I suppose. Anyway, I should get home. Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly, “but outside, okay?”
The two of you make your way towards the exit. Outside, Polly says, “Let’s find somewhere with better light.”
You chuckle, and say, “I was hoping you might do it inside the club.”
Polly laughs. “We’d have got kicked out!” she says.
“We’ve left anyway,” you point out.
“True,” she admits.
You walk away from the club, head down a quiet side-street, and stop under a streetlamp. Thanks to the lamp, the spot is very brightly illuminated, and as Polly turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, her white bikini-cut panties are highly visible. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say. “That truly is an amazing amount of poo.”
Polly giggles. “Is it a good look for me?” She wiggles her bottom, causing her bulging panties to sway back and forth.
“It’s awesome!” you say.
You stare at the impressive bulge in her panties for a full minute, and then Polly turns back around and drops her dress. “I should probably go home now,” she says. “Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk slowly (and carefully, in Polly’s case) to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material billowing outwards as it fills up with Polly’s warm, soft poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“God that was brilliant,” gasps Polly. Then she turns to you and grins. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly very carefully climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“That’s just amazing,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief.
Polly giggles. “Okay, I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. You sigh as you admire her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. But when you start playing with her nipple, she giggles and pulls your hand out.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she giggles and pushes your hand away. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out of her dress. “Behave,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out from between her legs. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, scoop her breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She tolerates this only for a few seconds, however, before she pushes you away and replaces her clothing. “Don’t get carried away!” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. She giggles, but does not stop you, so you start stroking her pussy through her panties. After half a minute of this, you reach higher, then slide your hand down inside her panties, so that you are cupping her bare pussy. As you slide one finger between her labia and start to stroke her clitoris, she stops you. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers breathlessly.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She glances around nervously, but sees nobody around, so she turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say. “That’s simply amazing. Thank you!”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. Then, hearing a bus approaching, she drops her dress and turns around. “Oops – sorry we don’t have longer for you to enjoy looking at it.”
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s just amazing. Thank you!”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. “But now I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. You sigh as you admire her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say. “That’s simply amazing. Thank you!”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. Then, hearing a bus approaching, she drops her dress and turns around. “Oops – sorry we don’t have longer for you to enjoy looking at it.”
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are pleased to see that she is wearing a tight, stretchy miniskirt that comes down to mid-thigh, along with a tank top. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily. “Nice outfit.”
“Thank you,” she replies with a grin.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
As she feels your hand on her breast, Charlotte hesitates, then gently pushes your hand away. “Not now, Sweetie,” she whispers reprovingly.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte does not immediately react as you place your hand on her thigh, and you begin to gently caress her smooth skin. A couple of minutes later, as you start to slide your hand up her skirt, she smiles to herself, and parts her legs slightly. Encouraged by this, you move your hand up to her panties, and begin to run her pussy through the flimsy material. When you try to work your hand inside her panties, however, she gently pushes it away. “Not now,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. She smirks slightly at the joke, then she leans over and whispers, “Pay attention, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte rolls her eyes as you pass her your piece of paper, but she joins in anyway, and the two of you play a couple of games that last until the end of the lecture.
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte smiles at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Compliment her gorgeous bottom.
Charlotte grins. “Absolutely,” she replies.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte laughs. “This one isn’t short enough for you?” she says.
“It’s awesome,” you concede, “but a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”
“I’ll think about it,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her bra exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white panties exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte straightens up quickly and turns around. “You couldn’t just enjoy the view?” she inquires disapprovingly.
“The view was irresistible,” you say with a grin.
Charlotte rolls her eyes and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
You manage to get your hand almost all the way up between Charlotte’s thighs before she gasps and turns around, pushing your hand away. “Don’t be naughty!” she says disapprovingly..
“Sorry,” you say, with an unapologetic grin.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“Why thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile as she turns back around. “I’m glad it meets with your approval.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you head outside with Charlotte, who says, “So, where are we going?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
As the lecture finishes, you and Charlotte head outside.
“All right Sweetie,” says Charlotte, “where are we going to eat this evening?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts through her exposed bra. “I do hope someone doesn’t come along,” she mutters, but you silence her with a kiss to which she eagerly responds.
You reach around behind Charlotte as you kiss her, and manage to unclasp her bra. This allows you to lift the cups of the bra away from her breasts, which you start to kiss before she stops you.
“That’s enough of that, you crazy fool,” she whispers, reaching back to fasten her bra. “You’re going to get us both in trouble!”
She pulls her top down, and for the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her panties.
“Want me to stop?” you ask, gently pressing a finger into the groove between her labia.
“No,” she admits. Then, “Oh my goodness,” she adds, as you slide your hand inside the front of her panties. She moans softly with excitement as you reach between her legs and find the opening of her vagina with one finger. But as you slide it in, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she suggests, very breathlessly.
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast through her bra. Then, when you try to slip your hand beneath the underwire of her bra, she clamps her hand down on yours. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte gasps as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her panties. “Not here!” she says, pushing your arm away. She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Good choice,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you chat with her about...
Sport.
Politics.
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Tell Charlotte something interesting about yourself.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Charlotte enjoys watching athletics, and you compare notes about your favourite Olympic events.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte comes from a conservative background, but as you chat with her it is apparent that her views are liberalising somewhat as a result of her university experience.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Really?” says Charlotte, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “How very interesting!”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “I know you can’t wait to see what happens to my skirt when I ride that thing,” she says.
You laugh. “Very true,” you admit.
“All right then,” says Charlotte, getting to her feet. “I’ll give it a go.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte climbs on to the bull’s back with as much modesty as she can muster, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly, and for a few moments, seems to be doing well.
Her skirt is already riding up, though, and as she tries to tug it down, the bull unexpectedly twists, and she topples off. The bull comes to a halt.
“Oh bad luck!” you say.
With a determined expression, however, Charlotte climbs back on to the bull’s back, and the ride continues. This time your girlfriend seems very focused on keeping her torso upright, and even the rising of her hemline to crotch level does not distract her. You gasp in delight as the bull turns its back on you, and you see Charlotte’s white panties appearing beneath her climbing hemline.
The ride gets more and more intense, and Charlotte is soon being thrown down flat on to the bull’s back with each buck. She seems to be hanging on for dear life. Her hemline is now above the waistband of her panties. Several young men are gathering around the bull and whooping in Charlotte’s support.
Then the bucking becomes too much for Charlotte, and she is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her panties entirely on display. She hastily tugs her skirt down, and returns to your table.
“That ... was ... brilliant!” you say enthusiastically. “I don’t know how you managed to stay on so long. And your panties! Oh my god – you were incredibly sexy!”
“Was I?” says Charlotte carelessly. Then she laughs. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show. Looks like you weren’t the only one, though!”
You nod. “You earned some fans,” you remark.
Charlotte giggles. “I can’t believe how little I’m bothered about those men seeing my panties. In fact ... I actually found it quite exciting!”
You grin. “There you go,” you say. “We’ll make an exhibitionist of you yet.”
“You might just have done so already,” Charlotte says, and she winks at you.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Charlotte peruses the options with little apparent interest. You have your own ideas, however, and buy tickets for...
A period drama.
A crime thriller.
A lowbrow comedy.
“Oh, my goodness,” says Charlotte. “That sounds like a lot of fun ... if only I were dressed for it!”
“You can do as many or as few of the obstacles as you like,” you say. “Whatever you feel your clothing permits. I know at least a few of them will allow you to remain decent in a skirt.”
“All right then,” says Charlotte, “let’s do it!”
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course.
A young man in a bandana explains your options. “You’ll see that each obstacle has a green section and a red section. Feel free to try whatever individual obstacles you like – but stick to the green sections. The red sections are for people running the whole course. If you want do that, we time it, and if you finish it without falling off, we give you a certificate with your time. We film everything, too, and if you want a video of your run, we can cut that together and send it to you for a small additional charge.”
“What do you think we should tackle first?” asks Charlotte, looking around.
You ponder the options, then say...
“The rope swing and cargo net.”
“The balance bridges.”
“The moving tunnel.”
“Let’s run the whole course.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, the two of you start kissing and cuddling passionately, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
As you sink your Vaseline-lubed erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Do it to me,” she whispers in your ear. “Do it hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
The movie is lengthy, talky, and rather dull, but Charlotte seems to enjoy it. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is good, but rather violent, and Charlotte seems uncomfortable with some of the scenes. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is painfully unfunny, with some moments that make you cringe in your seat. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
“Okay,” says Charlotte, a little dubiously. The two of you first have to climb a ladder on to a high platform (Charlotte insists that you go first), and then you pull on a slim rope to bring a larger rope within reach.
Grabbing this larger rope, you jump from the platform and swing into a vertical cargo net, which you then traverse to get to another platform, from which you descend to the floor via another ladder.
Charlotte follows you, and as she traverses the cargo net, you gleefully see that her skirt is riding high and almost exposing her panties. As she reaches the platform, you do in fact get a glimpse of white cotton before she hastily pulls her skirt down.
“Very sexy!” you compliment her, and she chuckles ruefully.
“What now?” she asks.
You look around, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“All right,” says Charlotte, and you make your way over to the ramp leading up to the start of the balance bridges. The first is a series of wobbly platforms shaped like mushroom caps, the second is a pair of tightropes that gradually diverge, and the third is a chain of rolling cylinders. As you climb the ramp, you see people up ahead of you falling off, at various stages, on to the air bags beneath; this is apparently quite a tricky obstacle.
Charlotte heads across first; she makes it most of the way across the mushroom caps, then takes a tumble, and with a shriek falls headlong down to the soft landing below. Her legs flail as she rolls on to her back, and you get a nice view of her white panties before she reaches the solid floor and hurriedly fixes her clothing.
You yourself manage to get across the mushroom caps, but lose your balance on the diverging ropes; rolling off the air bags, you rejoin Charlotte, who says, “Well that was a little embarrassing! Can we try something else?”
You consider the possibilities, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“Righto,” says Charlotte, and the two of you head to the entrance to the tunnel, which is really just a long horizontal tube mounted about two feet above the gym floor. Inside the tube is a conveyor belt, which is continuously trying to move the tube’s occupants towards the entrance.
A television on the wall nearby shows front and rear views of people crawling through the tunnel – clearly there are cameras mounted inside it. “Good thing my skirt isn’t any shorter,” says Charlotte, eyeing the television warily, “or those cameras would be able to see my bottom.”
She goes through the tunnel first, and unfortunately she is correct; her buttocks and panties remain hidden, though only just. Then it is your turn – it is quite a fun crawl.
“What next?” asks Charlotte.
“Hmm,” you say. “How about we...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Not in this skirt,” she says.
“Shame,” you say regretfully. “And it looks like such fun, too.”
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte puts up with your fondling of her breast for only a moment before she pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte quickly pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you fondle her breast for a minute or so, but then she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood to be groped right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you stroke her thigh for a minute or so, but when you reach her panties, she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you slide your hand into her bra via her neckline and start caressing her breast directly. For the next ten minutes or so, hardly believing your luck, you squeeze and stroke her soft breast flesh and play gently with her nipple. When you attempt to scoop her breast out into the open, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand on her thigh and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her panties. For the next ten minutes or so you stroke her pussy through her panties, and she even spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. Only when you try to get your hand inside her panties does she finally stop you.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte shakes her head. “There are cameras right beneath the monkey bars,” she says. “They’d be looking right up my skirt. I’m not having my panties displayed on these wall monitors, thanks.”
“Oh,” you say. “Well that’s a valid concern, I suppose.”
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” says Charlotte. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte shakes her head. “You’re joking, right?” she says. “In this skirt?”
“I suppose you have a point,” you concede.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” says Charlotte. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her buttocks, but when you begin to pull the back of her dress up, she gently deflects your hands. “Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my bottom exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte chuckles, but makes no further comment. Then her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her breast through her dress, and even lets you reach into her bra via her neckline. She shivers as you cup her breast with your hand.
A minute or so later, you tug the straps of her bra and dress off her left shoulder, and pull her dress and left bra cup downwards to expose her breast. At this point she stops you, and pulls her straps back up.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my breast exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte chuckles, but makes no further comment. Then her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing a very short sundress that stops well short of mid-thigh, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress and into her bra, and you squeeze and fondle her soft flesh, and gently tease her nipple, for a couple of minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly seems happy to let you caress the bare skin of her thigh, making no objection even when your hand dips beneath the hem of her dress. As your fingers start to brush against the crotch of her panties, she parts her legs slightly, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
When you reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, however, she finally pushes your hand away and whispers, “You’re getting me too excited – let’s continue this later, okay?”
With the boundary thus set, you spend much of the rest of the lecture stroking Polly’s thigh and panties. She does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “In the middle of a lecture?” she whispers back. “Are you crazy?”
“Yes, but in a good way,” you reply.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. Then she smiles, and reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and feel her pussy through her panties, but she stops you when you try to pull her panties aside. Then, just after a long, passionate kiss, you say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up until her panties are exposed.
Polly smiles. “Sure,” she says, “I’d love that!”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “In the middle of lab?” she says. “Are you crazy?”
“You could sneak out to the toilets as soon as you’ve done it,” you reply. “I doubt anyone would notice.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then she shakes her head. “I’m not quite brave enough for that,” she says. “Sorry.”
“Okay, no problem,” you say, smiling at her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress until her panties are exposed, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in the white cotton/Lycra material; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her bulging panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs, a little anxiously. “Shorter than this? I don’t know – I think people might talk...”
You grin. “Probably,” you agree. “But it would be awesome.”
Polly chuckles. “I’m sure,” she says.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly blushes. “I’m not sure about naked,” she says, “but perhaps I can give you a little taste.” She lifts up the front of her dress to expose her white panties, smiling as your eyes widen in excitement. Then she lifts it up even higher, revealing her bra. Then she lifts it up over her head and takes it off entirely, so that she is wearing only her bra, panties and shoes.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful,” you tell her. “Go on – the bra too – please?”
Polly hesitates, then nods. “All right,” she says. She reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra, and pulls it off her shoulders. Dropping it on top of her dress, she puts her hands behind her back and smiles shyly at you.
“Wow,” you say, beaming at her. “You’re almost there – might as well lose the shoes and panties too.”
She giggles, her eyes shining in excitement. “All right,” she says, and she quickly steps out of her shoes, then pulls her panties down and steps out of those too. “Ta daa,” she says.
“What a gorgeous body,” you say, taking her in your arms and kissing her.
“I love that you think so,” says Polly with a happy sigh. “Do you mind if I get dressed now, though? I’m scared of someone coming in here.”
You let her go, and she quickly puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly gasps. “Naughty,” she murmurs.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say, grinning as you sensuously massage her bottom. “You do have such a lovely arse.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Gently tug her dress upwards until her panties are exposed.
Bend down and slide your hand up her dress to feel her panties.
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties. She gasps and looks around anxiously as you caress her bottom through the flimsy material. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she says.
Further down the same bench at which you are working are Roddy and Neil, two fellow students with an abundance of intelligence but a shortage of charisma. As you glance their way, you notice Neil staring at Polly’s bottom. Then Polly notices too, and with an “Oh my God!” she straightens up and tugs her dress down in embarrassment.
Neil grins and gives you a double thumbs-up, then he gets back to work. “I think we got away with it,” you whisper to Polly.
Polly’s cheeks are very pink. “That was embarrassing,” she says, “but also quite exciting!”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up until it barely covers her bottom – a fact which is not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “Too many people passing too close by,” she says. “Later, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely, but at this point Polly’s embarrassment gets the better of her, and she covers herself up again. “Sorry,” she says.
“Why are you apologising?” you ask her with a smile. “You were amazing.” And you kiss her passionately.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly gasps as she feels your hand come into contact with her panties, but she does not stop you. You begin to rub her pussy through the material, and she moans softly. But as you pull the gusset to one side and begin to slide your middle finger into her vagina, she straightens up and turns around. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says, her face very flushed. “Later, okay?”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
She goes to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
She goes to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her thigh, and even lets you stroke her pussy through the flimsy material of her panties, but when you try to work your hand inside her panties, she gently pushes it away. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her thigh.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her thigh, and even lets you stroke her pussy through the flimsy material of her panties, but when you try to work your hand inside her panties, she gently pushes it away. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her thigh.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
After the lecture, you and Polly head outside, where Polly asks, “So, where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That you would love to see her in shorter dresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly smiles. “You know,” she says, “I actually have been contemplating shortening my sundresses. It’s an exciting prospect, but also a scary one.”
You grin. “How can I convince you to proceed with that plan?” you ask her.
She bites her lip thoughtfully. “Play your cards right for the rest of this evening,” she says, “and I’ll probably go ahead and do it. No promises, though!”
“Okay,” you say, wracking your brains to think how to make the rest of your date especially fun for Polly.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
Polly shrugs uncomfortably. “Maybe, but I’d rather not just now if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, of course,” you say.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. The operator, seeing this, begins to jiggle the bull from side to side; this causes the back of Polly’s dress to flip around, giving you (and other people) little glimpses of her white panties.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get to see my panties at all?”
“Briefly,” you reply with a grin. “Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
Polly shrugs uncomfortably. “Maybe, but I’d rather not just now if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, of course,” you say.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Polly hums and haas about what she is in the mood for. Eventually she asks you to choose, and you decide to watch...
An action thriller.
A romantic comedy.
A horror film.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says shyly.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you strip off each other’s clothes until Polly is down to her panties and you are naked.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
The movie is loud, violent, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is sweet, silly, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is gory, predictable, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After five minutes of this, you...
Say, “Want to get out of here and go back to my hall?”
Start to lower Polly’s panties.
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly, “but outside, okay?”
The two of you head outside, find a quiet side-street, and stop under a streetlamp. Thanks to the lamp, the spot is very brightly illuminated, and as Polly turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, her white bikini-cut panties are highly visible. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say. “That truly is an amazing amount of poo.”
Polly giggles. “Is it a good look for me?” She wiggles her bottom, causing her bulging panties to sway back and forth.
“It’s awesome!” you say.
You stare at the impressive bulge in her panties for a full minute, and then Polly turns back around and drops her dress. “I should probably go home now,” she says. “Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk slowly (and carefully, in Polly’s case) to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material billowing outwards as it fills up with Polly’s warm, soft poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“God that was brilliant,” gasps Polly. Then she turns to you and grins. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly very carefully climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“That’s just amazing,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief.
Polly giggles. “Okay, I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. You sigh as you admire her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. But when you start playing with her nipple, she giggles and pulls your hand out.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she giggles and pushes your hand away. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out of her dress. “Behave,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out from between her legs. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, scoop her breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She tolerates this only for a few seconds, however, before she pushes you away and replaces her clothing. “Don’t get carried away!” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. She giggles, but does not stop you, so you start stroking her pussy through her panties. After half a minute of this, you reach higher, then slide your hand down inside her panties, so that you are cupping her bare pussy. As you slide one finger between her labia and start to stroke her clitoris, she stops you. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers breathlessly.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say. “That’s simply amazing. Thank you!”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. Then, hearing a bus approaching, she drops her dress and turns around. “Oops – sorry we don’t have longer for you to enjoy looking at it.”
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s just amazing. Thank you!”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. “But now I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. “Can I have another quick peek?” you ask her when you get there.
Polly giggles, and turns around, lifting the back of her dress. You sigh as you admire her hugely bulging panties. “That’s so awesome.”
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly, dropping her dress again.
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a grapefruit. As Polly strains and strains, the bulge continues to grow, until it is almost melon-sized.
“Wow,” you say. “That’s simply amazing. Thank you!”
Polly smiles happily. “You’re welcome,” she says. Then, hearing a bus approaching, she drops her dress and turns around. “Oops – sorry we don’t have longer for you to enjoy looking at it.”
The bus arrives and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Yes please!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the club and catch a bus back to Juniper Hall. Once in your room, you quickly strip Polly down to her panties. As you take off your own clothes, she gets into your bed. Naked, you climb in with her and...
Take off her panties.
Say, “Want to do a poo while we’re having sex?”
You take hold of the sides of Polly’s panties, and begin to push them down her hips. She stiffens, hesitates, then pushes your hands away. Pulling her panties back up and turning around, she tugs her dress down and says loudly, “Sorry, but that was just too much!”
“Okay,” you say, nodding. Sensing that she is feeling uncomfortable, you take her hand and lead her outside.
“Polly, I’m really sorry I did that,” you apologise. “I got a bit carried away.”
“No harm done – I’m not upset with you,” says Polly, smiling warmly at you. “And maybe one day I’ll be okay with you doing that. Just … not tonight, okay?”
You nod understandingly. “I’d really like to make it up to you, in any case,” you say. “Is there anything you’d like me to do for you?”
Polly thinks for a moment. “You could take me back to your room and fuck me,” she suggests.
The two of you catch the next bus back to Juniper Hall. Once in your room, you quickly strip Polly down to her panties. As you take off your own clothes, she gets into your bed. Naked, you climb in with her and...
Take off her panties.
Say, “Want to do a poo while we’re having sex?”
You remove Polly’s panties, and she sighs happily as you slide your erection into her slippery vagina. You climax inside her within ten minutes, and then you settle down next to her and cuddle her naked body for a few minutes.
At length Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
“I’d love to!” says Polly, her eyes shining.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her slippery vagina. Then, while you begin rhythmically thrusting inside her, she strains and grunts as she starts to push out a large turd into her panties. You reach down to feel the back of her panties bulging outwards, marvelling at how much poo this girl is able to produce.
It does not take you long to reach your orgasm, but Polly still manages to beat you to it. Moaning and writhing ecstatically beneath you, she is clearly in seventh heaven as you build towards your own climax.
You groan and shudder, delivering spurt after spurt of semen into the recesses of Polly’s vagina. Afterwards, with your limbs entwined around each other, you kiss and snuggle tenderly.
“Thank you,” sighs Polly happily. “That was perfect.”
“It sort of was, wasn’t it?” you agree.
“Sorry for stinking up your room,” Polly apologises.
“Don’t mention it!” you say. “It’s actually rather amazing how little, and how inoffensively, it smells.”
Polly nods. “A side-effect of all the fibre I eat, probably,” she says. “Anyway, would you like to see it?”
“Of course,” you reply with a smile.
She climbs carefully out of your bed, and once again you are amazed at the sheer volume she has produced: almost a melon-sized amount.
“I’d better get home,” she says, putting on her bra and dress.
You walk her to the bus stop, and kiss her goodbye when the bus arrives. As she boards it, she lifts up the back of her dress and flashes her bulging panties at you. Then the bus takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, you can’t stop thinking about Polly. You love her more and more each day, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After five minutes of this, you...
Say, “Want to get out of here and go back to my hall?”
Start to lower Polly’s panties.
“Yes please!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the club and catch a bus back to Juniper Hall. Once in your room, you quickly strip Polly down to her panties. As you take off your own clothes, she gets into your bed. Naked, you climb in with her and...
Take off her panties.
Say, “Want to do a poo while we’re having sex?”
“I’d love to!” says Polly, her eyes shining.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her slippery vagina. Then, while you begin rhythmically thrusting inside her, she strains and grunts as she starts to push out a large turd into her panties. You reach down to feel the back of her panties bulging outwards, marvelling at how much poo this girl is able to produce.
It does not take you long to reach your orgasm, but Polly still manages to beat you to it. Moaning and writhing ecstatically beneath you, she is clearly in seventh heaven as you build towards your own climax.
You groan and shudder, delivering spurt after spurt of semen into the recesses of Polly’s vagina. Afterwards, with your limbs entwined around each other, you kiss and snuggle tenderly.
“Thank you,” sighs Polly happily. “That was perfect.”
“It sort of was, wasn’t it?” you agree.
Polly smiles at you. “Well, I’d say you played your cards very well, my love,” she says. “So I think you’ve earned this: when I get home tonight, I’ll start shortening my sundresses.”
“Oh wow!” you exclaim. “Thank you!”
Polly giggles. Then she kisses you very sweetly on the lips. “Sorry for stinking up your room,” she apologises.
“Don’t mention it!” you say. “It’s actually rather amazing how little, and how inoffensively, it smells.”
Polly nods. “A side-effect of all the fibre I eat, probably,” she says. “Anyway, would you like to see it?”
“Of course,” you reply with a smile.
She climbs carefully out of your bed, and once again you are amazed at the sheer volume she has produced: almost a melon-sized amount.
“I’d better get home,” she says, putting on her bra and dress.
You walk her to the bus stop, and kiss her goodbye when the bus arrives. As she boards it, she lifts up the back of her dress and flashes her bulging panties at you. Then the bus takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, you can’t stop thinking about Polly. You love her more and more each day, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are pleased to see that she is wearing a tight, stretchy miniskirt that comes down to mid-thigh, along with a tank top. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily. “Nice outfit.”
“Thank you,” she replies with a grin.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
As she feels your hand on her breast, Charlotte hesitates, then gently pushes your hand away. “Not now, Sweetie,” she whispers reprovingly.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte does not immediately react as you place your hand on her thigh, and you begin to gently caress her smooth skin. A couple of minutes later, as you start to slide your hand up her skirt, she smiles to herself, and parts her legs slightly. Encouraged by this, you move your hand up to her panties, and begin to run her pussy through the flimsy material. When you try to work your hand inside her panties, however, she gently pushes it away. “Not now,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. She smirks slightly at the joke, then she leans over and whispers, “Pay attention, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Start a game of hangman with her.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte rolls her eyes as you pass her your piece of paper, but she joins in anyway, and the two of you play a couple of games that last until the end of the lecture.
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte smiles at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Compliment her gorgeous bottom.
Charlotte grins. “Absolutely,” she replies.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte laughs. “This one isn’t short enough for you?” she says.
“It’s awesome,” you concede, “but a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”
“I’ll think about it,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her bra exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white panties exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte straightens up quickly and turns around. “You couldn’t just enjoy the view?” she inquires disapprovingly.
“The view was irresistible,” you say with a grin.
Charlotte rolls her eyes and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
You manage to get your hand almost all the way up between Charlotte’s thighs before she gasps and turns around, pushing your hand away. “Don’t be naughty!” she says disapprovingly..
“Sorry,” you say, with an unapologetic grin.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“Why thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile as she turns back around. “I’m glad it meets with your approval.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” murmurs Charlotte, “but I’d rather you didn’t. The professor will see.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you head outside with Charlotte, who says, “So, where are we going?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
As the lecture finishes, you and Charlotte head outside.
“All right Sweetie,” says Charlotte, “where are we going to eat this evening?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts through her exposed bra. “I do hope someone doesn’t come along,” she mutters, but you silence her with a kiss to which she eagerly responds.
You reach around behind Charlotte as you kiss her, and manage to unclasp her bra. This allows you to lift the cups of the bra away from her breasts, which you start to kiss before she stops you.
“That’s enough of that, you crazy fool,” she whispers, reaching back to fasten her bra. “You’re going to get us both in trouble!”
She pulls her top down, and for the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her panties.
“Want me to stop?” you ask, gently pressing a finger into the groove between her labia.
“No,” she admits. Then, “Oh my goodness,” she adds, as you slide your hand inside the front of her panties. She moans softly with excitement as you reach between her legs and find the opening of her vagina with one finger. But as you slide it in, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she suggests, very breathlessly.
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast through her bra. Then, when you try to slip your hand beneath the underwire of her bra, she clamps her hand down on yours. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte gasps as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her panties. “Not here!” she says, pushing your arm away. She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Good choice,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you...
Engage her in idle chit-chat.
Ask her if she would consider going to lectures without a bra.
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Gossip about other students.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “I don’t think so,” she says. “My breasts aren’t very big, but they are still big enough to bounce as I walk, in a way that would make my bralessness very obvious.”
“Would that be so bad?” you inquire with a smile.
“Bad enough,” says Charlotte.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte surprises you with her willingness to gossip about other students – particularly the female ones. You exchange with her some juicy tidbits about people you know.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte climbs on to the bull’s back with as much modesty as she can muster, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly, and for a few moments, seems to be doing well.
Her skirt is already riding up, but she makes no attempt to tug it down, choosing instead to focus on her balance. As a result, it is not long before her panties are peeping into view at the back.
The ride gets more and more intense, and Charlotte is soon being thrown down flat on to the bull’s back with each buck. She seems to be hanging on for dear life. Her hemline is now above the waistband of her panties. Several young men are gathering around the bull and whooping in Charlotte’s support.
Then the bucking becomes too much for Charlotte, and she is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her panties entirely on display. She gives the men a wave, then returns to your table, casually tugging her skirt down as she walks.
“That was fantastic!” you say enthusiastically. “So sexy!”
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin. “I’m starting to enjoy showing off my panties! It’s so wonderfully ... immodest.”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Charlotte peruses the options with little apparent interest. You have your own ideas, however, and buy tickets for...
A period drama.
A crime thriller.
A lowbrow comedy.
“Well I’m not really dressed for it,” says Charlotte. She grins. “Lets do it.”
“Good for you!” you say.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course.
A young man in a bandana explains your options. “You’ll see that each obstacle has a green section and a red section. Feel free to try whatever individual obstacles you like – but stick to the green sections. The red sections are for people running the whole course. If you want do that, we time it, and if you finish it without falling off, we give you a certificate with your time. We film everything, too, and if you want a video of your run, we can cut that together and send it to you for a small additional charge.”
“What do you think we should tackle first?” asks Charlotte, looking around.
You ponder the options, then say...
“The rope swing and cargo net.”
“The balance bridges.”
“The moving tunnel.”
“Let’s run the whole course.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, the two of you start kissing and cuddling passionately, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
As you sink your Vaseline-lubed erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Do it to me,” she whispers in your ear. “Do it hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
The movie is lengthy, talky, and rather dull, but Charlotte seems to enjoy it. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is good, but rather violent, and Charlotte seems uncomfortable with some of the scenes. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is painfully unfunny, with some moments that make you cringe in your seat. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
“Okay,” says Charlotte, shivering slightly. The two of you first have to climb a ladder on to a high platform; Charlotte winks at you before she ascends ahead of you, and you gleefully look up her skirt, feasting your eyes on her white cotton panties. At the top, Charlotte lets you take the lead, and you pull on a slim rope to bring a larger rope within reach.
Grabbing this larger rope, you jump from the platform and swing into a vertical cargo net, which you then traverse to get to another platform, from which you descend to the floor via another ladder.
Charlotte follows you, and as she traverses the cargo net, you gleefully see that her skirt is riding high and almost exposing her panties. As she reaches the platform, you do in fact get a glimpse of them before she pulls her skirt down with a smirk.
“Very sexy!” you compliment her, and she chuckles.
“What now?” she asks.
You look around, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“All right,” says Charlotte, and you make your way over to the ramp leading up to the start of the balance bridges. The first is a series of wobbly platforms shaped like mushroom caps, the second is a pair of tightropes that gradually diverge, and the third is a chain of rolling cylinders. As you climb the ramp, you see people up ahead of you falling off, at various stages, on to the air bags beneath; this is apparently quite a tricky obstacle.
Charlotte heads across first; she makes it most of the way across the mushroom caps, then takes a tumble, and with a shriek falls headlong down to the soft landing below. Her legs flail as she rolls on to her back, and you get a nice view of her white panties before she reaches the solid floor and fixes her clothing.
You yourself manage to get across the mushroom caps, but lose your balance on the diverging ropes; rolling off the air bags, you rejoin Charlotte, who says, “Well that was a little embarrassing! Let’s try again.”
On her second attempt, Charlotte makes it across the mushroom caps, and then does well on the diverging ropes, although by the end of them her legs are spread almost forty-five degrees – a fact which is not lost on a group of boys in their mid-teens, who gather beneath the obstacle and laugh in delight as they stare up at her panties.
Charlotte falls off soon after stepping on to the rolling cylinders, and when you get to them yourself, you fall off in the same place.
“Oh gosh,” says Charlotte, her cheeks very red. “Did you see those boys? I fear they got quite an eyeful!”
You grin and nod. “You were very generous,” you say.
“What next?” asks Charlotte.
You consider the possibilities, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“Righto,” says Charlotte, and the two of you head to the entrance to the tunnel, which is really just a long horizontal tube mounted about two feet above the gym floor. Inside the tube is a conveyor belt, which is continuously trying to move the tube’s occupants towards the entrance.
A television on the wall nearby shows front and rear views of people crawling through the tunnel – clearly there are cameras mounted inside it. “Pity my skirt isn’t any shorter,” says Charlotte impishly, eyeing the television, “or those cameras would have a great view of my bottom.”
She goes through the tunnel first, and unfortunately she is correct; her buttocks and panties remain hidden, though only just. Then it is your turn – it is quite a fun crawl.
Charlotte watches the replay of her crawl on one of the monitors. “Hmm, you didn’t get to see much, did you?” she remarks.
“Maybe it’s time for you to wear shorter skirts,” you suggest with a grin. “Do you have any?”
“I might,” says Charlotte, blushing. “I might just have gone shopping at the weekend and bought some rather outrageously short skirts.”
“Oh wow!” you say. “I can’t wait to see them!”
Charlotte smiles. “All right, I’ll start wearing them tomorrow,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say. “Thank you!”
“Let’s call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course!” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte chuckles. “I think that might expose me a little more than I’m ready for just yet,” she says.
“Shame,” you say regretfully. “And it looks like such fun, too.”
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte puts up with your fondling of her breast for only a moment before she pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte quickly pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you fondle her breast for a minute or so, but then she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood to be groped right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you stroke her thigh for a minute or so, but when you reach her panties, she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you slide your hand into her bra via her neckline and start caressing her breast directly. For the next ten minutes or so, hardly believing your luck, you squeeze and stroke her soft breast flesh and play gently with her nipple. When you attempt to scoop her breast out into the open, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand on her thigh and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her panties. For the next ten minutes or so you stroke her pussy through her panties, and she even spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. Only when you try to get your hand inside her panties does she finally stop you.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte looks a little anxious. “There are cameras right beneath the monkey bars,” she says. “They’ll be looking right up my skirt.” She giggles. “Let’s do it.”
You head up a series of sloping planks to the start of the monkey bars, and start swinging across them. They are not widely spaced, but there are a lot of them, and it takes you a while to get across, by which time your biceps are burning.
Then it is Charlotte’s turn, and you are delighted to see her appear on a couple of the wall monitors, her legs swinging beneath her, her panties regularly popping into view.
She joins you at the end and says, “I didn’t see the monitors – what was the view like?”
“Brilliant,” you say with a grin.
She laughs, blushing. “Perhaps we’d better call it a night, before I expose myself any further. Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte giggles. “It’s way too crowded over there,” she says, “and the wall takes a while to climb. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that level of exposure.”
“Okay,” you say understandingly.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” says Charlotte. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her buttocks, and she giggles as you begin to pull the back of her dress up. “Naughty,” she says disapprovingly, but she does not stop you, even when you have hiked her dress all the way up around her waist.
You kiss her passionately while massaging her bottom, and then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties to stroke her buttocks directly.
“There’s a homeless guy over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
You drop Charlotte’s dress as her bus arrives, and she disengages from you. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says as she boards the bus.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her breast through her dress, and even lets you reach into her bra via her neckline. She shivers as you cup her breast with your hand.
A minute or so later, you tug the straps of her bra and dress off her left shoulder, and pull her dress and left bra cup downwards to expose her breast. At this point she stops you, and pulls her straps back up.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my breast exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte chuckles, but makes no further comment. Then her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Wow!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing an incredibly short sundress that, you guess, covers her panties with only an inch or two to spare, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress and into her bra, and you squeeze and fondle her soft flesh, and gently tease her nipple, for a couple of minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly seems happy to let you caress the bare skin of her thigh, making no objection even when your hand dips beneath the hem of her dress. As your fingers start to brush against the crotch of her panties, she parts her legs slightly, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
When you reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, however, she finally pushes your hand away and whispers, “You’re getting me too excited – let’s continue this later, okay?”
With the boundary thus set, you spend much of the rest of the lecture stroking Polly’s thigh and panties. She does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “Not in the middle of a lecture,” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. Then she smiles, and reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and down into her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. The hem of her ultra-short dress rides up, exposing the lower curves of her buttocks. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up to reveal her panties.
Polly smiles. “Sure,” she says, “I’d love that!”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “In the middle of lab?” she says. “Are you crazy?”
“You could sneak out to the toilets as soon as you’ve done it,” you reply. “I doubt anyone would notice.”
“In this dress?” says Polly. “I’m not so sure!”
“Okay, never mind then,” you say, smiling at her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, dropping her dress; its hem stops about two inches short of covering her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs. “Silly thing – how could I possibly go shorter than this?”
You grin. “Well I dare say it would mean permanent exposure of your panties,” you say. “Which, of course, would be terrible...”
Polly chuckles. “And by ‘terrible’ I suppose you mean ‘awesome’?” she says in amusement.
“Ah yes, that’s the word,” you agree.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says, “just for a moment, though.” She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely, then she reaches back, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Finally, she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you...
Pull her down to the floor.
Let her get dressed.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly gasps. “Naughty,” she murmurs.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say, grinning as you sensuously massage her bottom. “You do have such a lovely arse.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Gently tug her dress upwards to expose her panties.
Bend down and slide your hand up her dress to feel her panties.
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties. She gasps and looks around anxiously as you caress her bottom through the flimsy material. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she says.
Further down the same bench at which you are working are Roddy and Neil, two fellow students with an abundance of intelligence but a shortage of charisma. As you glance their way, you notice Neil staring at Polly’s bottom. Then Polly notices too, and with an “Oh my God!” she straightens up and tugs her dress down in embarrassment.
Neil grins and gives you a double thumbs-up, then he gets back to work. “I think we got away with it,” you whisper to Polly.
Polly’s cheeks are very pink. “That was embarrassing,” she says, “but also quite exciting!”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up to reveal a little of her panties – a fact which is not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “Too many people passing too close by,” she says. “Later, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely. “Spread your legs apart a little,” you tell her.
Polly hesitates, then she moves her feet about fifteen inches apart. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she says. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she quickly closes her legs and pulls her dress down. “Sorry,” she says.
“Why are you apologising?” you ask her with a smile. “You were amazing.” And you kiss her passionately.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly gasps as she feels your hand come into contact with her panties, but she does not stop you. You begin to rub her pussy through the material, and she moans softly. But as you pull the gusset to one side and begin to slide your middle finger into her vagina, she straightens up and turns around. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says, her face very flushed. “Later, okay?”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and even lets you get your hand inside, but when you try to work your finger into her vagina, she gently pushes your hand away with an apologetic smile. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her pussy through her panties, which she seems quite happy for you to do.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her thigh, and even lets you stroke her pussy through the flimsy material of her panties, but when you try to work your hand inside her panties, she gently pushes it away. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her thigh.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
After the lecture, you and Polly head outside, where Polly asks, “So, where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who looks disapprovingly at Polly’s dress, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That you would love to see her in shorter dresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly laughs. “Don’t be silly!” she says. “I don’t think they’d let me in here if I wore anything shorter than this!”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
“Maybe in a longer dress,” says Polly, “but this one wouldn’t hide my poo.”
“True,” you concede.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes part of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side; this causes Polly’s dress to ride up higher, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get a nice view of my panties?”
“Yup!” you reply with a grin. “As did everyone else. Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
“Maybe in a longer dress,” says Polly, “but this one wouldn’t hide my poo.”
“True,” you concede.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Polly hums and haas about what she is in the mood for. Eventually she asks you to choose, and you decide to watch...
An action thriller.
A romantic comedy.
A horror film.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says shyly.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to meet your friends.
The movie is loud, violent, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is sweet, silly, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is gory, predictable, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which you continue frequently to expose her panties to strangers, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly, “but outside, okay?”
The two of you head outside, find a quiet side-street, and stop under a streetlamp. Thanks to the lamp, the spot is very brightly illuminated, and as Polly turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, her white bikini-cut panties are highly visible. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Polly turns back around and drops her dress. “I should probably go home now,” she says. “Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly pushes out her poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results? It won’t be very impressive I’m afraid – I deliberately held back because I don’t want my bulgy panties showing beneath my dress.”
“Understandable,” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with a modest, orange-sized quantity of poo.
“Very nice,” you say with a smile.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. As the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. But when you start playing with her nipple, she giggles and pulls your hand out.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she giggles and pushes your hand away. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out of her dress. “Behave,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out from between her legs. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
To your delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, scoop her breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She tolerates this only for a few seconds, however, before she pushes you away and replaces her clothing. “Don’t get carried away!” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. She giggles, but does not stop you, so you start stroking her pussy through her panties. After half a minute of this, you reach higher, then slide your hand down inside her panties, so that you are cupping her bare pussy. As you slide one finger between her labia and start to stroke her clitoris, she stops you. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers breathlessly.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“What are you doing?” asks Polly, wide-eyed, as you lay her down on the floor. Then, as you lower your jeans, she says, “You’re crazy! We can’t have sex here! What if someone comes?”
“A calculated risk,” you say, but Polly pushes you away.
“I’d like to – God I’d like to!” she says, “but I’m too worried about getting caught and kicked out of Uni. And if I’m worrying, I can’t enjoy it.”
“I understand,” you say. “Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry,” she says with a smile. She gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You let her go, and she quickly puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress and bra, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Oh, sure!” says Polly. “I was wondering when I was going to get to meet them.”
“Well,” you say, “now’s your chance. Colin’s room is just down the corridor – Adolf will probably be there too. They’ll probably be playing Call of Duty or something.”
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Lead on.”
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin watching a porn video.
“Ugh, guys, switch that off!” you say in a pained voice. “I’ve brought my girlfriend to meet you.”
“Ah, your imaginary girlfriend Polly that we’ve heard so much about?” laughs Adolf.
“I’m serious!” you say.
Polly steps into the room. “Hello!” she says brightly.
Colin – a sweaty, hairy, smelly, hugely overweight blob of a young man – spins his chair around. “Holy shit!” he exclaims. “This is Polly?” His eyes drop to the hemline of her ultra-short dress, then up to her cleavage, then down to her legs again. “Holy shit!” he says again.
Adolf – a scrawny, greasy-haired, weasel-faced teenager with severe acne – stares at Polly in amazement. “Wow,” he says. “Dude, you just became the coolest person I know.”
“Okay, I know she’s gorgeous,” you say, feeling a little annoyed, “but could you possibly do the civilised thing and say hello to her?”
“Hi Polly,” says Colin.
“Hi Polly,” says Adolf. “I love your dress.”
“Very sexy,” agrees Colin.
“Um, thanks,” says Polly. “So, what are you watching?”
Colin fortunately has the decency to switch off the television at this point, but Adolf grins. “Pacific Quim,” he says. “Do you like porn, Polly?”
“Not especially,” she replies. “But I do like video games.”
Colin gestures towards a huge stack of games. “You’ve come to the right place, then.”
“Do you like the Call of Duty games?” asks Adolf. “We could have a foursome.”
Colin laughs dirtily, Adolf grins back, and the two of them high-five each other.
“I’m not so much into first-person shooters,” says Polly. “Do you have any racing games? Like Planet Run?”
“I’ve got that,” says Colin, pulling it from the pile. He ejects the game currently in his console, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you and Polly. “Grab a pew,” he says, indicating his bed. You and Polly sit down next to each other, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “Anyone thirsty?”
“I am, actually,” says Polly.
“I’ve got cans of lager and Coke under my desk,” says Colin. “Help yourself.”
You immediately imagine Colin and Adolf ogling Polly’s panties as she crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Polly.
Wait to see if she will get it herself.
“I’ll get it,” you say. “What do you fancy, Polly?”
“Coke please,” says Polly.
You get on your hands and knees and crawl beneath Colin’s desk, where you find, right at the back, a pack of Coca-Cola cans shrink-wrapped in plastic. On top of this is a pack of lager cans, which you first have to lift off in order to tackle the shrink-wrapping. The plastic is harder than it looks, and you have some difficulty tearing at it with your fingers in order to get one of the cans out for Polly. It takes some time, and you can imagine the view you and your friends would be getting if Polly had done this instead of you.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
You are just starting to back out at this point, but you crawl back to the drinks and extract another can of Coke and a can of lager. Finally emerging and getting up, you distribute the drinks and sit back down.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside and walk to the bus stop, where Polly says, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Oh ... thanks, but I’ll pass,” says Polly.
“Suit yourself,” says Colin with a shrug.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside and walk to the bus stop, where Polly says, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are delighted to see that she is wearing, along with a tank top, a very short, tight, stretchy miniskirt that stops only a couple of inches below her buttocks. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily. “Love the skirt!”
“Thank you,” she replies with a grin.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, however, she gently pushes your hand away. “You’re a naughty man, Sweetie,” she whispers reprovingly.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte does not immediately react as you place your hand on her thigh, and you begin to gently caress her smooth skin. A couple of minutes later, as you start to slide your hand up her skirt, she smiles to herself, and parts her legs slightly. Encouraged by this, you move your hand up to her panties, and begin to run her pussy through the flimsy material. When you try to work your hand inside her panties, however, she gently pushes it away. “Not now,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. She smirks slightly at the joke, then she leans over and whispers, “Pay attention, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte stares at you. “You are joking, right?” she says.
“No, I’m serious!” you reply.
“Take a cold shower, you lunatic,” she murmurs.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte smiles at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
Charlotte grins. “Absolutely,” she replies.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte laughs. “Any shorter than this and I’d get kicked out for indecency!” she says.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her bra exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white panties exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte straightens up quickly and turns around. “You couldn’t just enjoy the view?” she inquires disapprovingly.
“The view was irresistible,” you say with a grin.
Charlotte rolls her eyes and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
You manage to get your hand almost all the way up between Charlotte’s thighs before she gasps and turns around, pushing your hand away. “Don’t be naughty!” she says disapprovingly..
“Sorry,” you say, with an unapologetic grin.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps as you hoist her skirt up, exposing her white cotton panties. To her credit, though, she does not immediately pull her skirt down. Instead, she looks around nervously for a few seconds to make sure nobody is watching. “We’re in the middle of lab!” she says anxiously as you massage her buttocks. Then she turns around, tugging her skirt down. “Later, Sweetie!” she says firmly.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you head outside with Charlotte, who says, “So, where are we going?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you and Charlotte head outside.
“All right Sweetie,” says Charlotte, “where are we going to eat this evening?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts through her exposed bra. “I do hope someone doesn’t come along,” she mutters, but you silence her with a kiss to which she eagerly responds.
You reach around behind Charlotte as you kiss her, and manage to unclasp her bra. This allows you to lift the cups of the bra away from her breasts, which you start to kiss before she stops you.
“That’s enough of that, you crazy fool,” she whispers, reaching back to fasten her bra. “You’re going to get us both in trouble!”
She pulls her top down, and for the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her panties. Then she moans as you slide your hand into the front of her panties and begin stroking her labia and clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast through her bra. Then, when you try to slip your hand beneath the underwire of her bra, she clamps her hand down on yours. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte gasps as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her panties. “Not here!” she says, pushing your arm away. She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Good choice,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who glances disapprovingly at Charlotte’s skirt, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you...
Engage her in idle chit-chat.
Ask her if she would consider going to lectures without a bra.
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with her.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “I don’t think so,” she says. “I may have become somewhat more shameless in what I wear, under your influence, but I’m not quite THAT shameless.”
“That’s a shame,” you say, and she laughs.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte climbs on to the bull’s back with as much modesty as she can muster, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly.
Her tiny skirt rides up immediately to expose her white panties, but she makes no attempt to tug it down, choosing instead to focus on her balance. As a result, her panties are soon fully exposed, with an inch of skin showing above their waistband.
The bull tips forwards sharply, and Charlotte is thrown down flat on to the bull’s back. Then it starts to make small, rhythmic bucking motions, and Charlotte’s delightful bottom bounces up and down as if she is humping the bull. Several young men have by now gathered around the bull and are whooping in Charlotte’s support.
Then the bucking becomes suddenly more intense, and Charlotte is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her panties entirely on display. She gives the men a wave, then returns to your table, casually tugging her skirt down as she walks.
“That was fantastic!” you say enthusiastically. “So sexy!”
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin. “I’m starting to love showing off my panties – it’s so wonderfully immodest!”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Charlotte peruses the options with little apparent interest. You have your own ideas, however, and buy tickets for...
A period drama.
A crime thriller.
A lowbrow comedy.
“Well I’m not really dressed for it,” says Charlotte. She grins. “Lets do it.”
“Good for you!” you say.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where a young man in a bandana explains your options.
“What do you think we should tackle first?” asks Charlotte, looking around.
You ponder the options, then say...
“The rope swing and cargo net.”
“The balance bridges.”
“The moving tunnel.”
“Let’s run the whole course.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to meet your friends.
The movie is lengthy, talky, and rather dull, but Charlotte seems to enjoy it. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is good, but rather violent, and Charlotte seems uncomfortable with some of the scenes. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is painfully unfunny, with some moments that make you cringe in your seat. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
“Okay,” says Charlotte, shivering slightly. The two of you first have to climb a ladder on to a high platform; Charlotte winks at you before she ascends ahead of you, and you gleefully look up her skirt, feasting your eyes on her white cotton panties. At the top, Charlotte lets you take the lead, and you pull on a slim rope to bring a larger rope within reach.
Grabbing this larger rope, you jump from the platform and swing into a vertical cargo net, which you then traverse to get to another platform, from which you descend to the floor via another ladder.
Charlotte follows you, and as she traverses the cargo net, you gleefully see that her skirt is riding halfway up her buttocks and exposing her panties. As she reaches the platform, she grins and blushes as she pulls her skirt down.
“Just beautiful!” you compliment her, and she chuckles.
“What now?” she asks.
You look around, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“All right,” says Charlotte, and you make your way over to the ramp leading up to the start of the balance bridges. The first is a series of wobbly platforms shaped like mushroom caps, the second is a pair of tightropes that gradually diverge, and the third is a chain of rolling cylinders. As you climb the ramp, you see people up ahead of you falling off, at various stages, on to the air bags beneath.
Charlotte heads across first; she makes it most of the way across the mushroom caps, then takes a tumble, and with a shriek falls headlong down to the soft landing below. Her legs flail as she rolls on to her back, and you get a nice view of her white panties before she reaches the solid floor and fixes her clothing.
You yourself manage to get across the mushroom caps, but lose your balance on the diverging ropes; rolling off the air bags, you rejoin Charlotte, who says, “Well that was a little embarrassing! Let’s try again.”
On her second attempt, Charlotte makes it across the mushroom caps, and then does well on the diverging ropes, although by the end of them her legs are spread almost forty-five degrees – a fact which is not lost on a group of boys in their mid-teens, who gather beneath the obstacle and laugh in delight as they stare up at her panties.
Charlotte makes it across the rolling cylinders, and then you do the same, joining your girlfriend on the far side.
Charlotte giggles, her cheeks very red. “Those boys got quite an eyeful, didn’t they?” she says.
You grin and nod. “You were very generous,” you say.
“What next?” asks Charlotte.
You consider the possibilities, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“Righto,” says Charlotte, and the two of you head to the entrance to the tunnel, which is really just a long horizontal tube mounted about two feet above the gym floor. Inside the tube is a conveyor belt, which is continuously trying to move the tube’s occupants towards the entrance.
A television on the wall nearby shows front and rear views of people crawling through the tunnel – clearly there are cameras mounted inside it. “Well this will be fun for anyone watching the screens,” says Charlotte impishly, and you have to agree.
She goes through the tunnel first, and since her skirt rides up almost immediately, her panty-clad buttocks are on display for almost her entire crawl. Then you take your turn.
Charlotte watches the replay of her crawl on one of the monitors. “Hmm, I do have rather a nice bottom, don’t I?” she remarks.
“You do,” you agree fervently. “Oh my god, you do.”
“What next?” asks Charlotte.
You consider the possibilities, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says.
The course begins with a run along a balance beam, followed by a ladder climb up to a rope swing into a cargo net. The balance bridges come next, then a spiral chute leads down to the start of the moving tunnel. From the end of that, sloping planks lead up to the monkey bars, at the end of which is a trampoline jump to a rope that swings you to a sloping balance beam that descends to the foot of the climbing wall. Another chute leads from the top of the wall down to the finish line: a water tank, which quick-witted contestants can avoid falling into if they make use of two braking pads located either side of the bottom of the shoot. Much hilarity, of course, results from a spectacular splash.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, twenty minutes later, you start your run. You come off at the mushroom caps and, to a smattering of polite applause, you make your way in embarrassment back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is already halfway up the ladder when you get there, her miniskirt not quite covering her panties. At the top she tugs it down, then swings across to the cargo net. Traversing this causes her skirt to ride up again, and once again she has to pull it down over her panties when she gets to the platform. You pull out your phone as she successfully jumps across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her panties as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
By now a large crowd has gathered to watch Charlotte. As she slides down the chute, her skirt is up around her hips, and several people are ready with their phones to take photos or videos of her panties. She gets to her feet at the bottom, blushing furiously as she fixes her skirt, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her panty-clad buttocks, and more cameras film up her skirt during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
The trampoline jump to a hanging rope is Charlotte’s undoing. She misses the rope and squeals as she falls on to the air bags beneath. Much applause, however, hails her as she gets to her feet and waves happily, her skirt still bunched up around her hips.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she rejoins you and pulls her skirt down.
“Thank you!” she pants. “That was so much fun!”
“For all of us,” you remark with a grin, and she giggles naughtily.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte puts up with your fondling of her breast for only a moment before she pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte quickly pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you fondle her breast for a minute or so, but then she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood to be groped right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you stroke her thigh for a minute or so, but when you reach her panties, she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you slide your hand into her bra via her neckline and start caressing her breast directly. For the next ten minutes or so, hardly believing your luck, you squeeze and stroke her soft breast flesh and play gently with her nipple. When you attempt to scoop her breast out into the open, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand on her thigh and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her panties. For the next couple of minutes you stroke her pussy through her panties, and she even spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her panties and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte looks a little anxious. “There are cameras right beneath the monkey bars,” she says. “They’ll be looking right up my skirt.” She giggles. “Let’s do it.”
You head up a series of sloping planks to the start of the monkey bars, and start swinging across them. They are not widely spaced, but there are a lot of them, and it takes you a while to get across, by which time your biceps are burning.
Then it is Charlotte’s turn, and you are delighted to see her appear on a couple of the wall monitors, her legs swinging beneath her, her panties almost constantly on display.
She joins you at the end and says, “I didn’t see the monitors – what was the view like?”
“Brilliant,” you say with a grin.
She laughs, blushing. “Perhaps we’d better call it a night, before I expose myself any further. Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte giggles. “Okay,” she says, “if you don’t mind everyone in here getting a good long look at your girlfriend’s panties.”
“I’ll try to contain my jealousy,” you say with a grin.
You and Charlotte head over to the base of the climbing wall, where Charlotte, without needing to ask your preference, starts climbing first.
The footholds are not terribly far apart, at least not at first, but the leg-bending and flexing required to get from one to the other soon has Charlotte’s skirt riding up around her hips. You grin up at the exposed gusset of her cotton panties as she stretches her left leg over to the next foothold, knowing that the cameras at the foot of the wall are capturing the same view, just from a little farther off.
Charlotte stretches out her right foot toward another, even more distant foothold, and you realise that she is deliberately spreading her legs wider than necessary, since there are easier footholds available. And in this manner, she continues all the way to the top.
You join her atop the wall, where she grins at you and gives you a kiss, with her skirt still riding high around her hips and her panties fully on display. “Was I sexy?” she asks.
“Amazingly so, as you are well aware,” you reply with a smile.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” says Charlotte, as you descend via a ladder to floor level. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her buttocks, and she giggles as you begin to pull the back of her dress up. “Naughty,” she says disapprovingly, but she does not stop you, even when you have hiked her dress all the way up around her waist.
You kiss her passionately while massaging her bottom, and then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties to stroke her buttocks directly.
“There’s a homeless guy over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
You drop Charlotte’s dress as her bus arrives, and she disengages from you. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says as she boards the bus.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her breast through her dress, and even lets you reach into her bra via her neckline. She shivers as you cup her breast with your hand.
A minute or so later, you tug the straps of her bra and dress off her left shoulder, and pull her dress and left bra cup downwards to expose her breast. At this point she stops you, and pulls her straps back up.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my breast exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte chuckles, but makes no further comment. Then her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
As you sink your Vaseline-lubed erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Do it to me,” she whispers in your ear. “Do it hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Would this be the German pervert and the Scottish couch potato?” asks Charlotte in amusement.
“The very same,” you confirm. “I admit that they’re a little ... unrefined ... but aside from that they’re quite ... obnoxious.”
Charlotte laughs. “Then why do you hang out with them?” she asks. “Do they make you feel good about yourself?”
“No no, it’s not that,” you say, chuckling. “Honestly, they’re nice enough chaps – just lacking in a few social graces. As I am myself, of course. They’re just ... worse. But I get along well with them. I have fun playing video games and watching TV with them.”
“And I suppose you want to show off your sexy girlfriend to them,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
You cough in embarrassment. “Actually, yes,” you say. “Partly because they don’t seem to believe you exist.”
Charlotte laughs. “Well I’m happy to meet them. Lead on, MacDuff.”
“They’re probably both in Colin’s room,” you say, “playing video games.”
You head down the corridor to Colin’s room, with Charlotte in tow. Knocking on the door, you wait for Colin to say “Come in!” and then you enter. Sure enough, Adolf is there too.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Guess who I’ve brought to meet you.”
Both of your friends’ jaws drop as Charlotte appears. “Holy shit!” says Colin.
“Adolf!” you exclaim in a pained voice. “Get some manners, please!”
“He has, though,” says Charlotte candidly, as she tries not to laugh. “And he’s extremely good at it.”
You look at Charlotte with a grateful expression. Then you turn to Colin. “Are you going to be a nice host, Colin? Or should I consider this room a no-go zone while Charlotte’s with me?”
“Oh, yeah, no, I’m pleased to meet you Charlotte,” says Colin. He gestures towards his bed. “Have a seat.”
Charlotte sits down, and you sit next to her. “That’s a heck of a skirt, Charlotte,” says Adolf. “I just saw your knickers as you sat down.”
“For fuck’s sake, Adolf!” you exclaim, as Charlotte quickly clasps her hands in her lap.
“What?” he says, aggrieved. “You’ve no problem with me saying shit like that normally. Suddenly I’ve got to behave myself just because you want to impress your bit of fluff?”
“Yes!” you say.
Adolf rolls his eyes. “She’s your girlfriend, mate, not mine. You can behave all prim and proper if you like; I’m not obliged to.”
“Then you can go and be a wanker in your own room,” says Colin, “if you can’t behave yourself, Adolf.”
Adolf sighs. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll be nice. Do you like video games, Charlotte?”
“Not especially,” says Charlotte.
Adolf shakes his head in disgust.
“How about TV?” asks Colin. “Movies?”
“Some,” says Charlotte. “If it’s not disgusting or violent.”
Adolf snorts. “That rules out most of Colin’s collection, then,” he says. “Porn, horror, sex comedies, sci-fi...”
“I like sci-fi,” says Charlotte. “If it’s intelligent.”
“You have Silent Running, don’t you Colin?” you say. “I bet you’d like that, Charlotte.”
“I’d watch that again,” says Colin.
“Ugh,” says Adolf. “Fuckin’ Joan Baez hippy crap.”
“It’s good, trust me,” you assure Charlotte.
Your girlfriend shrugs. “I’m game,” she says.
Halfway through the movie, Adolf leans over and presses Pause on the remote. “I need a slash,” he says.
“Can’t we continue without you?” asks Colin. “I thought you didn’t like this film.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to miss part of it!” says Adolf, heading for the door.
You chuckle. “What do you think so far?” you ask Charlotte.
“I’m quite enjoying it,” she says. “It’s a little dated, but I can usually place old films in the context of their time and enjoy them on that level.”
When Adolf returns a minute later, Colin says, “Anyone want a drink?”
“What have you got?” asks Charlotte.
“Lager and Coke – both in cans under my desk,” says Colin. He leers at Charlotte’s legs. “Help yourself.”
You immediately imagine the view Colin and Adolf will have if Charlotte crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Charlotte.
Wait to see if she will get it herself.
“I’ll get it,” you say. “What do you fancy, Charlotte?”
“Coke please,” says Charlotte.
You get on your hands and knees and crawl beneath Colin’s desk, where you find, right at the back, a pack of Coca-Cola cans shrink-wrapped in plastic. On top of this is a pack of lager cans, which you first have to lift off in order to tackle the shrink-wrapping. The plastic is harder than it looks, and you have some difficulty tearing at it with your fingers in order to get one of the cans out for Charlotte. It takes some time, and you can imagine the view you and your friends would be getting if Charlotte had done this instead of you.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
You are just starting to back out at this point, but you crawl back to the drinks and extract another can of Coke and a can of lager. Finally emerging and getting up, you distribute the drinks and sit back down.
After the movie finishes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“It was nice meeting you,” says Charlotte to your friends.
“Nice meeting you too,” says Colin, and Adolf nods while craning his neck to get a look up her skirt as Charlotte gets up.
As you walk Charlotte to the bus stop, she says, “Does it always smell like that in Colin’s room?”
You chuckle. “Pretty much,” you say. “Should I assume this was a one-off experiment, never to be repeated?”
“Not at all,” says Charlotte. “I’d be uncomfortable being alone with them, I think, but as long as you’re there with me ... there’s something fascinating and almost exciting about being ogled so blatantly.”
“Oh!” you say, rather surprised by this reaction.
“Who knows,” says Charlotte with a mischievous grin, “it might even be fun to tease them with flashes of my panties. Only if you’d enjoy that, of course.”
“I’ll have to think about that,” you reply.
Charlotte is clearly thinking about it. “You know,” she says, “it’s probably time I graduated to some more exciting underwear. What would you think if I started wearing thongs?”
“That would be… awesome!” you say happily.
Charlotte grins. “I’ll do that then,” she says.
You arrive at the bus stop, and give Charlotte a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Hmm, on second thoughts I think I’ll pass,” says Charlotte with a smirk.
“Suit yourself,” says Colin with a shrug.
After the movie finishes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“It was nice meeting you,” says Charlotte to your friends.
“Nice meeting you too,” says Colin, and Adolf nods while craning his neck to get a look up her skirt as Charlotte gets up.
As you walk Charlotte to the bus stop, she says, “Does it always smell like that in Colin’s room?”
You chuckle. “Pretty much,” you say. “Should I assume this was a one-off experiment, never to be repeated?”
“Not at all,” says Charlotte. “I’d be uncomfortable being alone with them, I think, but as long as you’re there with me ... there’s something fascinating and almost exciting about being ogled so blatantly.”
“Oh!” you say, rather surprised by this reaction.
“Who knows,” says Charlotte with a mischievous grin, “it might even be fun to tease them with flashes of my panties. Only if you’d enjoy that, of course.”
“I’ll have to think about that,” you reply.
Charlotte is clearly thinking about it. “You know,” she says, “it’s probably time I graduated to some more exciting underwear. What would you think if I started wearing thongs?”
“That would be… awesome!” you say happily.
Charlotte grins. “I’ll do that then,” she says.
You arrive at the bus stop, and give Charlotte a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Wow!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing an incredibly short sundress that, you guess, covers her panties with only an inch or two to spare, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress and into her bra, and you squeeze and fondle her soft flesh, and gently tease her nipple, for a couple of minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly seems happy to let you caress the bare skin of her thigh, making no objection even when your hand dips beneath the hem of her dress. As your fingers start to brush against the crotch of her panties, she parts her legs slightly, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. When you insert your finger into her vagina, however, she finally pushes your hand away and whispers, “You’re getting me too excited – let’s continue this later, okay?”
With the boundary thus set, you spend much of the rest of the lecture stroking Polly’s thigh and panties. She does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “Not in the middle of a lecture,” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. Then she smiles, and reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and down into her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. The hem of her ultra-short dress rides up, exposing the lower curves of her buttocks. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up to reveal her panties.
Polly smiles. “Sure,” she says, “I’d love that!”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “In the middle of lab?” she says. “Are you crazy?”
“You could sneak out to the toilets as soon as you’ve done it,” you reply. “I doubt anyone would notice.”
“In this dress?” says Polly. “I’m not so sure!”
“Okay, never mind then,” you say, smiling at her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Polly. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, dropping her dress; its hem stops about two inches short of covering her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs. “Silly thing – how could I possibly go shorter than this?”
You grin. “Well I dare say it would mean permanent exposure of your panties,” you say. “Which, of course, would be terrible...”
Polly chuckles. “And by ‘terrible’ I suppose you mean ‘awesome’?” she says in amusement.
“Ah yes, that’s the word,” you agree.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says, “just for a moment, though.” She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely, then she reaches back, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Finally, she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you...
Pull her down to the floor.
Let her get dressed.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly gasps. “Naughty,” she murmurs.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say, grinning as you sensuously massage her bottom. “You do have such a lovely arse.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Gently tug her dress upwards to expose her panties.
Bend down and slide your hand up her dress to feel her panties.
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties. She gasps and looks around anxiously as you caress her bottom through the flimsy material. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she says.
Further down the same bench at which you are working are Roddy and Neil, two fellow students with an abundance of intelligence but a shortage of charisma. As you glance their way, you notice Neil staring at Polly’s bottom. Then Polly notices too, and with an “Oh my God!” she straightens up and tugs her dress down in embarrassment.
Neil grins and gives you a double thumbs-up, then he gets back to work. “I think we got away with it,” you whisper to Polly.
Polly’s cheeks are very pink. “That was embarrassing,” she says, “but also quite exciting!”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up to reveal a little of her panties – a fact which is not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “Too many people passing too close by,” she says. “Later, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely. “Spread your legs apart a little,” you tell her.
Polly hesitates, then she moves her feet about fifteen inches apart. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she says. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she quickly closes her legs and pulls her dress down. “Sorry,” she says.
“Why are you apologising?” you ask her with a smile. “You were amazing.” And you kiss her passionately.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly gasps as she feels your hand come into contact with her panties, but she does not stop you. You begin to rub her pussy through the material, and she moans softly. But as you pull the gusset to one side and begin to slide your middle finger into her vagina, she straightens up and turns around. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says, her face very flushed. “Later, okay?”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and even lets you get your hand inside, but when you try to work your finger into her vagina, she gently pushes your hand away with an apologetic smile. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her pussy through her panties, which she seems quite happy for you to do.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her thigh, and even lets you stroke her pussy through the flimsy material of her panties, but when you try to work your hand inside her panties, she gently pushes it away. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her thigh.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
After the lecture, you and Polly head outside, where Polly asks, “So, where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who looks disapprovingly at Polly’s dress, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That you would love to see her in shorter dresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly laughs. “Don’t be silly!” she says. “I don’t think they’d let me in here if I wore anything shorter than this!”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
“Maybe in a longer dress,” says Polly, “but this one wouldn’t hide my poo.”
“True,” you concede.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes part of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side; this causes Polly’s dress to ride up higher, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get a nice view of my panties?”
“Yup!” you reply with a grin. “As did everyone else. Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
“Maybe in a longer dress,” says Polly, “but this one wouldn’t hide my poo.”
“True,” you concede.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Polly hums and haas about what she is in the mood for. Eventually she asks you to choose, and you decide to watch...
An action thriller.
A romantic comedy.
A horror film.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says shyly.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
The movie is loud, violent, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is sweet, silly, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
The movie is gory, predictable, and not particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which you continue frequently to expose her panties to strangers, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly, “but outside, okay?”
The two of you head outside, find a quiet side-street, and stop under a streetlamp. Thanks to the lamp, the spot is very brightly illuminated, and as Polly turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, her white bikini-cut panties are highly visible. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Polly turns back around and drops her dress. “I should probably go home now,” she says. “Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly pushes out her poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results? It won’t be very impressive I’m afraid – I deliberately held back because I don’t want my bulgy panties showing beneath my dress.”
“Understandable,” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with a modest, orange-sized quantity of poo.
“Very nice,” you say with a smile.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. As the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
To your surprise and delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. But when you start playing with her nipple, she giggles and pulls your hand out.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, however, she giggles and pulls your hand out of her panties. “That’s enough of that,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out of her dress. “Behave,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles and pulls your hand out from between her legs. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
To your delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, scoop her breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She tolerates this only for a few seconds, however, before she pushes you away and replaces her clothing. “Don’t get carried away!” she whispers.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. She giggles, but does not stop you, so you start stroking her pussy through her panties. After half a minute of this, you reach higher, then slide your hand down inside her panties, so that you are cupping her bare pussy. As you slide one finger between her labia and start to stroke her clitoris, she stops you. “Not here, you horny bugger,” she whispers breathlessly.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“What are you doing?” asks Polly, wide-eyed, as you lay her down on the floor. Then, as you lower your jeans, she says, “You’re crazy! We can’t have sex here! What if someone comes?”
“A calculated risk,” you say, but Polly pushes you away.
“I’d like to – God I’d like to!” she says, “but I’m too worried about getting caught and kicked out of Uni. And if I’m worrying, I can’t enjoy it.”
“I understand,” you say. “Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry,” she says with a smile. She gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You let her go, and she quickly puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress and bra, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Oh, sure, if you want,” says Polly.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin. “Want me to load up Planet Run?”
“Sure,” you say.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. “Grab a pew,” he says, indicating his bed. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
You immediately imagine Colin and Adolf ogling Polly’s panties as she crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Polly.
Wait to see if she will get it herself.
“What do you fancy, Polly?” you ask.
“I’d love a Coke please,” says Polly.
You get on your hands and knees and crawl beneath Colin’s desk, where you spend a few moments extracting a can of Coca-Cola from its unhelpfully tough plastic shrink-wrapping.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
You are just starting to back out at this point, but you crawl back to the drinks and extract another can of Coke and a can of lager. Finally emerging and getting up, you distribute the drinks and sit back down.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside and walk to the bus stop, where Polly says, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly says nothing, so you shrug and continue with the game.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside and walk to the bus stop, where Polly says, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly stops. “I’d do more,” she says regretfully, “but I don’t want it to show beneath my dress. That’s the trade-off, unfortunately, if you want me to wear dresses this short.”
“Understandable,” you say, a little disappointed.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large orange. At this point Polly pauses, but then she strains again, and the bulge spreads out and grows, reaching and then exceeding grapefruit-sized. At this point she stops. “Oh God,” she says, dropping her dress and standing up straight. “I should have stopped sooner, but I’m just feeling so horny! How much does it show?”
Her panties are sagging about an inch and a half below the hem of her dress. “Not much,” you say. “I don’t think a casual glance would notice it.” Then you grin. “It’s a truly beautiful sight though – there’s something really erotic about the combination of your poo-filled panties and a dress that’s too short to cover them.”
“Really?” says Polly, wide-eyed. “You think so?”
“Absolutely,” you say, staring at the broad curve of white material extending below the hem of her blue minidress. “It’s kind of hypnotic.”
Polly smiles happily. Then she says, “Just a moment,” and strains again. The bulge begins to push lower, bringing more of Polly’s panties into view. When it reaches three inches below her hem, she stops. “How’s that?” she asks shyly.
“Wow,” you say. “Hold on – let me take a photo.” You pull out your phone and photograph Polly as she smiles at you. Then you show her the picture. “You see that?” you say to her. “I think that’s probably my favourite thing that I’ve ever seen.”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you like it so much! I have to admit it does look pretty cool – though most people wouldn’t see it that way.”
“Fortunately, I’m not most people,” you tell her with a smile.
“No, you’re not,” says Polly. She sighs happily, puts her arms around your neck, and kisses you. “You know,” she says, “I’ve been so deathly afraid of other people discovering my fetish that I’ve done us both a disservice, I think. As scary as it might be to do so, I’m going to try to worry less about what other people think, and do more to make both you and myself happy.”
“I like the sound of that,” you say with a smile. “But will you be okay, getting on the bus like that?”
Polly nods. “I’ll just make sure the driver doesn’t see me from the back. The bus will be practically empty at this time anyway.”
“Speaking of which,” you say, hearing a bus approach.
Polly gives you another kiss as the bus pulls up next to you. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are delighted to see that she is wearing, along with a tank top, a very short, tight, stretchy miniskirt that stops only a couple of inches below her buttocks. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily. “Love the skirt!”
“Thank you,” she replies with a grin. “And I’m wearing a thong!”
“Awesome!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, however, she gently pushes your hand away. “You’re a naughty man, Sweetie,” she whispers reprovingly.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte does not immediately react as you place your hand on her thigh, and you begin to gently caress her smooth skin. A couple of minutes later, as you start to slide your hand up her skirt, she smiles to herself, and parts her legs slightly. Encouraged by this, you move your hand up to her thong, and begin to run her pussy through the flimsy material. When you try to work your hand inside her thong, however, she gently pushes it away. “Not now,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. She smirks slightly at the joke, then she leans over and whispers, “Pay attention, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte stares at you. “You are joking, right?” she says.
“No, I’m serious!” you reply.
“Take a cold shower, you lunatic,” she murmurs.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte smiles at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
Charlotte grins. “Absolutely,” she replies.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte laughs. “Any shorter than this and I’d get kicked out for indecency!” she says.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her bra exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white thong exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you say goodbye to Charlotte, and catch the bus back to Juniper Hall. You spend most of the evening alone in your room, thinking about her. You are falling in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “Now now, Sweetie,” she chides you gently.
“The view was irresistible,” you say with a grin.
Charlotte rolls her eyes and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
You manage to get your hand almost all the way up between Charlotte’s thighs before she gasps and turns around, pushing your hand away. “Don’t be naughty!” she says disapprovingly..
“Sorry,” you say, with an unapologetic grin.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps as you hoist her skirt up, exposing a skimpy white thong. To her credit, though, she does not immediately pull her skirt down. Instead, she looks around nervously for a few seconds to make sure nobody is watching. “We’re in the middle of lab!” she says anxiously as you massage her buttocks. Then she turns around, tugging her skirt down. “Later, Sweetie!” she says firmly.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you head outside with Charlotte, who says, “So, where are we going?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
As the lecture finishes, you and Charlotte head outside.
“All right Sweetie,” says Charlotte, “where are we going to eat this evening?”
“Well,” you say, “I thought we might go and eat at...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts through her exposed bra. “I do hope someone doesn’t come along,” she mutters, but you silence her with a kiss to which she eagerly responds.
You reach around behind Charlotte as you kiss her, and manage to unclasp her bra. This allows you to lift the cups of the bra away from her breasts, which you start to kiss before she stops you.
“That’s enough of that, you crazy fool,” she whispers, reaching back to fasten her bra. “You’re going to get us both in trouble!”
She pulls her top down, and for the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her thong. Then she moans as you slide your hand into the front of her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast through her bra. Then, when you try to slip your hand beneath the underwire of her bra, she clamps her hand down on yours. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte gasps as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her thong. “Not here!” she says, pushing your arm away. She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would like to have dinner with you.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Good choice,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who glances disapprovingly at Charlotte’s skirt, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you...
Engage her in idle chit-chat.
Ask her if she would consider going to lectures without a bra.
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with her.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “I don’t think so,” she says. “I may have become somewhat more shameless in what I wear, under your influence, but I’m not quite THAT shameless.”
“That’s a shame,” you say, and she laughs.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte climbs on to the bull’s back with as much modesty as she can muster, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly.
Her tiny skirt rides up immediately to expose her buttocks, and the white thong nestling between them, but she makes no attempt to tug it down, choosing instead to focus on her balance. As a result, her thong is soon fully exposed, with an inch of skin showing above it.
The bull tips forwards sharply, and Charlotte is thrown down flat on to the bull’s back. Then it starts to make small, rhythmic bucking motions, and Charlotte’s delightful bottom bounces up and down as if she is humping the bull. Several young men have by now gathered around the bull and are whooping in Charlotte’s support.
Then the bucking becomes suddenly more intense, and Charlotte is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her thong entirely on display. She gives the men a wave, then returns to your table, casually tugging her skirt down as she walks.
“That was fantastic!” you say enthusiastically. “So sexy!”
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin. “I love showing off my undies – it’s so wonderfully immodest!”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Charlotte peruses the options with little apparent interest. You have your own ideas, however, and buy tickets for...
A period drama.
A crime thriller.
A lowbrow comedy.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where a young man in a bandana explains your options.
“What do you think we should tackle first?” asks Charlotte, looking around.
You ponder the options, then say...
“The rope swing and cargo net.”
“The balance bridges.”
“The moving tunnel.”
“Let’s run the whole course.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
The movie is lengthy, talky, and rather dull, but Charlotte seems to enjoy it. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is good, but rather violent, and Charlotte seems uncomfortable with some of the scenes. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
The movie is painfully unfunny, with some moments that make you cringe in your seat. Halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her neck while...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
“Okay,” says Charlotte, shivering slightly. The two of you first have to climb a ladder on to a high platform; Charlotte winks at you before she ascends ahead of you, and you gleefully look up her skirt, feasting your eyes on her bottom and the thin strip of white material between her buttocks. At the top, Charlotte lets you take the lead, and you pull on a slim rope to bring a larger rope within reach.
Grabbing this larger rope, you jump from the platform and swing into a vertical cargo net, which you then traverse to get to another platform, from which you descend to the floor via another ladder.
Charlotte follows you, and as she traverses the cargo net, you gleefully see that her skirt is riding halfway up her buttocks and exposing her thong. As she reaches the platform, she grins and blushes as she pulls her skirt down.
“Just beautiful!” you compliment her, and she chuckles.
“What now?” she asks.
You look around, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“All right,” says Charlotte, and you make your way over to the ramp leading up to the start of the balance bridges. The first is a series of wobbly platforms shaped like mushroom caps, the second is a pair of tightropes that gradually diverge, and the third is a chain of rolling cylinders. As you climb the ramp, you see people up ahead of you falling off, at various stages, on to the air bags beneath.
Charlotte heads across first; she makes it most of the way across the mushroom caps, then takes a tumble, and with a shriek falls headlong down to the soft landing below. Her legs flail as she rolls on to her back, and you get a nice view of her white thong before she reaches the solid floor and fixes her clothing.
You yourself manage to get across the mushroom caps, but lose your balance on the diverging ropes; rolling off the air bags, you rejoin Charlotte, who says, “Well that was a little embarrassing! Let’s try again.”
On her second attempt, Charlotte makes it across the mushroom caps, and then does well on the diverging ropes, although by the end of them her legs are spread almost forty-five degrees – a fact which is not lost on a group of boys in their mid-teens, who gather beneath the obstacle and laugh in delight as they stare up at her thong.
Charlotte makes it across the rolling cylinders, and then you do the same, joining your girlfriend on the far side.
Charlotte giggles, her cheeks very red. “Those boys got quite an eyeful, didn’t they?” she says.
You grin and nod. “You were very generous,” you say.
“What next?” asks Charlotte.
You consider the possibilities, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
“Righto,” says Charlotte, and the two of you head to the entrance to the tunnel, which is really just a long horizontal tube mounted about two feet above the gym floor. Inside the tube is a conveyor belt, which is continuously trying to move the tube’s occupants towards the entrance.
A television on the wall nearby shows front and rear views of people crawling through the tunnel – clearly there are cameras mounted inside it. “Well this will be fun for anyone watching the screens,” says Charlotte impishly, and you have to agree.
She goes through the tunnel first, and since her skirt rides up almost immediately, her buttocks and thong are on display for almost her entire crawl. Then you take your turn.
Charlotte watches the replay of her crawl on one of the monitors. “Hmm, I do have rather a nice bottom, don’t I?” she remarks.
“You do,” you agree fervently. “Oh my god, you do.”
“What next?” asks Charlotte.
You consider the possibilities, then say, “Let’s...
Try the monkey bars.”
Try the climbing wall.”
Run the whole course.”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says.
The course begins with a run along a balance beam, followed by a ladder climb up to a rope swing into a cargo net. The balance bridges come next, then a spiral chute leads down to the start of the moving tunnel. From the end of that, sloping planks lead up to the monkey bars, at the end of which is a trampoline jump to a rope that swings you to a sloping balance beam that descends to the foot of the climbing wall. Another chute leads from the top of the wall down to the finish line: a water tank, which quick-witted contestants can avoid falling into if they make use of two braking pads located either side of the bottom of the shoot. Much hilarity, of course, results from a spectacular splash.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, twenty minutes later, you start your run. You make it all the way to the trampoline, but misjudge your jump and fail to catch the rope. To the sound of polite applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is already halfway up the ladder when you get there, her miniskirt not quite covering her buttocks. At the top she tugs it down, then swings across to the cargo net. Traversing this causes her skirt to ride up again, and once again she has to pull it down over her thong when she gets to the platform. You pull out your phone as she successfully jumps across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
By now a large crowd has gathered to watch Charlotte. As she slides down the chute, her skirt is up around her hips, and several people are ready with their phones to take photos or videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, blushing furiously as she fixes her skirt, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film up her skirt during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
The trampoline jump to a hanging rope is Charlotte’s undoing. She manages to catch the rope, but loses her grip and squeals as she falls on to the air bags beneath. Much applause, however, hails her as she gets to her feet and waves happily, her skirt still bunched up around her hips.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she rejoins you and pulls her skirt down.
“Thank you!” she pants. “That was so much fun!”
“For all of us,” you remark with a grin, and she giggles naughtily.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte puts up with your fondling of her breast for only a moment before she pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte quickly pushes your hand away. “Behave yourself – I’m trying to watch the film!” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you fondle her breast for a minute or so, but then she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood to be groped right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte lets you stroke her thigh for a minute or so, but when you reach her thong, she pushes your hand away. “Sorry – just not in the mood right now,” she whispers.
You reluctantly settle back in your seat and watch the rest of the movie without further naughtiness. Afterwards, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you slide your hand into her bra via her neckline and start caressing her breast directly. For the next ten minutes or so, hardly believing your luck, you squeeze and stroke her soft breast flesh and play gently with her nipple. When you attempt to scoop her breast out into the open, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand on her thigh and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her thong. For the next couple of minutes you stroke her pussy through her thong, and she even spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you wait for Charlotte in the foyer while she changes back into her dress, and then you walk her to the bus stop. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte grins. “There are cameras right beneath the monkey bars,” she says. “They’ll be looking right up my skirt.” She giggles. “Let’s do it.”
You head up a series of sloping planks to the start of the monkey bars, and start swinging across them. They are not widely spaced, but there are a lot of them, and it takes you a while to get across, by which time your biceps are burning.
Then it is Charlotte’s turn, and you are delighted to see her appear on a couple of the wall monitors, her legs swinging beneath her, her thong almost constantly on display.
She joins you at the end and says, “I didn’t see the monitors – what was the view like?”
“Brilliant,” you say with a grin.
She laughs, blushing. “Perhaps we’d better call it a night, before I expose myself any further. Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte giggles. “Okay,” she says, “if you don’t mind everyone in here getting a good long look at your girlfriend’s thong.”
“I’ll try to contain my jealousy,” you say with a grin.
You and Charlotte head over to the base of the climbing wall, where Charlotte, without needing to ask your preference, starts climbing first.
The footholds are not terribly far apart, at least not at first, but the leg-bending and flexing required to get from one to the other soon has Charlotte’s skirt riding up around her hips. You grin up at the exposed gusset of her white thong as she stretches her left leg over to the next foothold, knowing that the cameras at the foot of the wall are capturing the same view, just from a little farther off.
Charlotte stretches out her right foot toward another, even more distant foothold, and you realise that she is deliberately spreading her legs wider than necessary, since there are easier footholds available. And in this manner, she continues all the way to the top.
You join her atop the wall, where she grins at you and gives you a kiss, with her skirt still riding high around her hips and her thong fully on display. “Was I sexy?” she asks.
“Amazingly so, as you are well aware,” you reply with a smile.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” says Charlotte, as you descend via a ladder to floor level. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her buttocks, and she giggles as you begin to pull the back of her dress up. “Naughty,” she says disapprovingly, but she does not stop you, even when you have hiked her dress all the way up around her waist.
You kiss her passionately while massaging her bottom. “There’s a homeless guy over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
You drop Charlotte’s dress as her bus arrives, and she disengages from you. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says as she boards the bus.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her breast through her dress, and even lets you reach into her bra via her neckline. She shivers as you cup her breast with your hand.
A minute or so later, you tug the straps of her bra and dress off her left shoulder, and pull her dress and left bra cup downwards to expose her breast. At this point she stops you, and pulls her straps back up.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’m not keen on having my breast exposed to the world.”
“Sorry,” you say. “Your dress just felt ... in the way.”
Charlotte chuckles, but makes no further comment. Then her bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
As you sink your Vaseline-lubed erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Do it to me,” she whispers in your ear. “Do it hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she says. “It’s kind of fun watching them drool over me.”
You head down the corridor to Colin’s room, with Charlotte in tow. Knocking on the door, you wait for Colin to say “Come in!” and then you enter. Sure enough, Adolf is there too.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both grin lustfully as they stare at Charlotte’s miniskirt. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and you sit next to her. “I love that you wear such short skirts, Charlotte,” says Adolf. “It’s kind of impossible to keep your knickers hidden, isn’t it?”
“Adolf!” you growl in annoyance.
“What are we watching this evening?” asks Charlotte politely.
“Star Trek – the original series,” says Adolf. “On blu-ray.”
“Okay, I’m happy with that,” says Charlotte, nodding.
After one episode, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
You immediately imagine the view Colin and Adolf will have if Charlotte crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Charlotte.
Wait to see if she will get one herself.
“What do you fancy, Charlotte?” you ask.
“I’d love a Coke please,” says Charlotte.
You get on your hands and knees and crawl beneath Colin’s desk, where you spend a few moments extracting a can of Coca-Cola from its unhelpfully tough plastic shrink-wrapping.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
You are just starting to back out at this point, but you crawl back to the drinks and extract another can of Coke and a can of lager. Finally emerging and getting up, you distribute the drinks and sit back down.
After a couple more episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, where you give her a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“I’m going to grab myself a Coke,” says Charlotte, getting up from the bed.
Adolf and Colin stare at her wide-eyed as she drops to all fours and crawls under Colin’s desk. Her skirt rides up high, exposing several inches of her buttocks, as you and your friends crane your necks to look at her more directly from behind, her thong becomes highly visible as a thin white vertical stripe between her buttocks.
“Good grief,” she says after a moment. “This pack of Coke cans is hard to get into!”
Adolf and Colin are, for once, speechless as they watch Charlotte’s bottom in awe. When she finally emerges, she pretends not to notice their rapturous expressions as she sits back down on the bed next to you. She pops open her can. “Go ahead,” she says.
Colin looks as if he is about to say something, but then he shakes his head and starts up the next episode.
An hour and a half later, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, where you give her a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte giggles. “Okay,” she says, “if you don’t mind everyone in here getting a good long look at your girlfriend’s thong.”
“I’ll try to contain my jealousy,” you say with a grin.
You and Charlotte head over to the base of the climbing wall, where Charlotte, without needing to ask your preference, starts climbing first.
The footholds are not terribly far apart, at least not at first, but the leg-bending and flexing required to get from one to the other soon has Charlotte’s skirt riding up around her hips. You grin up at the exposed gusset of her white thong as she stretches her left leg over to the next foothold, knowing that the cameras at the foot of the wall are capturing the same view, just from a little farther off.
Charlotte stretches out her right foot toward another, even more distant foothold, and you realise that she is deliberately spreading her legs wider than necessary, since there are easier footholds available. And in this manner, she continues all the way to the top.
You join her atop the wall, where she grins at you and gives you a kiss, with her skirt still riding high around her hips and her thong fully on display. “Was I sexy?” she asks.
“Amazingly so, as you are well aware,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte giggles. “I feel so naughty!” she says. “I want to show off my thong some more. Shall we run the whole thing?”
You chuckle and reply,
“Perhaps we should stop before you get into trouble.”
“Okay, you naughty girl!”
Charlotte laughs. “You’re probably right,” she says. The two of you descend via a ladder to floor level. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. “Wait here while I change.” She retrieves her bag from the lockers by the front desk, heads to the ladies’ with her bag, and returns wearing a long dress.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her dress.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her dress.
Charlotte grins. “Excellent,” she says.
The course begins with a run along a balance beam, followed by a ladder climb up to a rope swing into a cargo net. The balance bridges come next, then a spiral chute leads down to the start of the moving tunnel. From the end of that, sloping planks lead up to the monkey bars, at the end of which is a trampoline jump to a rope that swings you to a sloping balance beam that descends to the foot of the climbing wall. Another chute leads from the top of the wall down to the finish line: a water tank, which quick-witted contestants can avoid falling into if they make use of two braking pads located either side of the bottom of the shoot. Much hilarity, of course, results from a spectacular splash.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, twenty minutes later, you start your run. You make it all the way to the trampoline, but misjudge your jump and fail to catch the rope. To the sound of polite applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is already halfway up the ladder when you get there, her miniskirt not quite covering her buttocks. At the top she tugs it down, then swings across to the cargo net. Traversing this causes her skirt to ride up again, and once again she has to pull it down over her thong when she gets to the platform. You pull out your phone as she successfully jumps across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
By now a large crowd has gathered to watch Charlotte. As she slides down the chute, her skirt is up around her hips, and several people are ready with their phones to take photos or videos of her thong and bare buttocks. She gets to her feet at the bottom, giggling, and then she heads into the moving tunnel without making any attempt to pull her skirt down. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her bottom and thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
The trampoline jump to a hanging rope is Charlotte’s undoing. She manages to catch the rope, but loses her grip and squeals as she falls on to the air bags beneath. Much applause, however, hails her as she gets to her feet and waves happily, her skirt still bunched up around her hips.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she rejoins you and finally pulls her skirt down.
“Thank you!” she pants. “That was so much fun!”
“For all of us,” you remark with a grin, and she giggles naughtily.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte. She thinks for a moment, then grins. “I don’t feel like changing back into my long dress just yet – I think I might start changing on the bus.”
“Adventurous!” you say. “And very cool.” You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her miniskirt.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her top.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “Mind if I join you?”
“Wow!” you reply, delighted to see that she is wearing an incredibly short sundress that, you guess, covers her panties with only an inch or two to spare, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and cup her breast through her dress.
Start gently rubbing her thigh.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress and into her bra, and you squeeze and fondle her soft flesh, and gently tease her nipple, for a couple of minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly seems happy to let you caress the bare skin of her thigh, making no objection even when your hand dips beneath the hem of her dress. As your fingers start to brush against the crotch of her panties, she parts her legs slightly, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. When you insert your finger into her vagina, however, she finally pushes your hand away and whispers, “You’re getting me too excited – let’s continue this later, okay?”
With the boundary thus set, you spend much of the rest of the lecture stroking Polly’s thigh and panties. She does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “Not in the middle of a lecture,” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly gasps and blushes. Then she smiles, and reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her skirt and down into her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. The hem of her ultra-short dress rides up, exposing the lower curves of her buttocks. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively, and you...
Reach out and give her buttocks a squeeze.
Grab the hem of her dress and lift it up to reveal her panties.
Polly chuckles. “My breasts are a little large for that,” she says. “They’d be bouncing around all over the place!”
“Hence the awesomeness,” you remark with a grin.
Polly laughs. “It’s a ‘no’, sorry,” she says.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “In the middle of lab?” she says. “Are you crazy?”
“You could sneak out to the toilets as soon as you’ve done it,” you reply. “I doubt anyone would notice.”
“In this dress?” says Polly. “I’m not so sure!” She bites her lip. “But I’ll do it.”
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. “Watch the hem of my dress,” she says. Then, as you watch intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
You hear a faint crackling sound as Polly pushes out some poo. A moment later, her white panties begin to appear beneath the hem of her dress, but she does not stop pushing. In fact, after a pause to take a couple of breaths, she strains again, and this time the bulge grows and grows until it is sagging almost four inches below her hemline. Then she stops and straightens up, and the four inches shrinks to three, though it is still an impressive bulge. By now, of course, you can smell it too.
Polly turns around, her eyes shining in fear and excitement. She reaches back to assess the relative positions of her bulging panties and dress hem, and gulps. “I think I had better go to the toilet and clean up!” she whispers breathlessly. “Hopefully nobody will see my panties on the way out!”
She heads for the door, and you glance around to see if anybody is watching her. Fortunately, everybody seems too engrossed in their lab work to notice her departure. Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was fun!” she says in a low voice.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, dropping her dress; its hem stops about two inches short of covering her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs. “Silly thing – how could I possibly go shorter than this?”
You grin. “Well I dare say it would mean permanent exposure of your panties,” you say. “Which, of course, would be terrible...”
Polly chuckles. “And by ‘terrible’ I suppose you mean ‘awesome’?” she says in amusement.
“Ah yes, that’s the word,” you agree.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says, “just for a moment, though.” She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely, then she reaches back, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Finally, she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you...
Pull her down to the floor.
Let her get dressed.
As you grasp her buttocks, Polly gasps. “Naughty,” she murmurs.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say, grinning as you sensuously massage her bottom. “You do have such a lovely arse.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Gently tug her dress upwards to expose her panties.
Bend down and slide your hand up her dress to feel her panties.
Polly’s shapely buttocks are partially covered by bikini-cut white panties. She gasps and looks around anxiously as you caress her bottom through the flimsy material. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she says.
Further down the same bench at which you are working are Roddy and Neil, two fellow students with an abundance of intelligence but a shortage of charisma. As you glance their way, you notice Neil staring at Polly’s bottom. Then Polly notices too, and she whimpers in excitement, “Oh God – Neil’s looking at my panties!”
You grin at Neil, then...
Slowly pull Polly’s panties down to mid-thigh.
Say, “Do a nice big poo for me, Polly.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up to reveal a little of her panties – a fact which is not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer up her dress at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.” She carefully gets to her feet and turns around. “How obvious is it?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over two inches below the hem of her dress. “Fairly obvious,” you admit as you stand up, “but it’s a beautiful sight.”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “Then I don’t mind it being obvious,” she says, and the two of you kiss deeply. Then, hand in hand, you walk to the Geography building, where Polly slips into a toilet to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do another poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely. “Spread your legs apart a little,” you tell her.
Polly hesitates, then she moves her feet about fifteen inches apart. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she says. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she quickly closes her legs and pulls her dress down. “Sorry,” she says.
“Why are you apologising?” you ask her with a smile. “You were amazing.” And you kiss her passionately.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly gasps as she feels your hand come into contact with her panties, but she does not stop you. You begin to rub her pussy through the material, and she moans softly. But as you pull the gusset to one side and begin to slide your middle finger into her vagina, she straightens up and turns around. “Okay, that’s enough,” she says, her face very flushed. “Later, okay?”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and even lets you get your hand inside, but when you try to work your finger into her vagina, she gently pushes your hand away with an apologetic smile. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her pussy through her panties, which she seems quite happy for you to do.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
You chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
That she flashes her panties at the lads at the next table.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Right now?” says Polly nervously. “No – too many people. I’m happy to fill my panties later this evening though.”
“I can live with that,” you say with a smile. Then you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who looks disapprovingly at Polly’s dress, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That you would love to see her in shorter dresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly laughs. “Don’t be silly!” she says. “I don’t think they’d let me in here if I wore anything shorter than this!”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
“I suppose I could pass it off as an accident,” says Polly thoughtfully. Then she shivers. “But no – sorry – I’m not feeling quite brave enough.”
“Okay,” you say with a smile. “Never mind then.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes part of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side; this causes Polly’s dress to ride up higher, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get a nice view of my panties?”
“Yup!” you reply with a grin. “As did everyone else. Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
“I suppose I could pass it off as an accident,” says Polly thoughtfully. Then she shivers. “But no – sorry – I’m not feeling quite brave enough.”
“Okay,” you say with a smile. “Never mind then.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and the two of you agree on a choice. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says shyly.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
To your delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, scoop her left breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too.
For most of the rest of the movie, she seems happy to let you continue to fondle and suck on her exposed breasts. But as the end of the film nears, she gently pushes you away and replaces her clothing.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging four inches or so beneath the hem of her dress.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m proud of you.”
She giggles. “I’m sort of proud of myself, too!” she says. “Anyway, I should get home. Walk me to the bus stop?”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which you continue frequently to expose her panties to strangers, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly with a giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as her white panties begin to bulge beneath the hem of her minidress. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than four inches below her dress.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, then reaches down to grab them and pull them back up. Having dropped her dress back down to cover her panties, she slaps your arm in exasperation. “Not cool!” she says reproachfully, her cheeks bright red.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “Error of judgment.”
“I’ll say!” says Polly.
You glance over at Neil; he is laughing and shaking his head.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks rather shocked by your request. “Oh I couldn’t possibly!” she says with a shudder. She stands up straight and tugs her dress back down over her panties.
“Okay, no problem,” you say, trying to hide your disappointment.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Polly’s legs with interest.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they choose to sit against the wall behind Polly, and that every time Polly leans over the table to retrieve the ball from the net, their faces light up in sheer joy as they stare at her bottom and (you assume) her exposed panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, you window-shop for a while, and spend some time kissing and cuddling in the little arboretum.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, if you like,” says Polly.
You text Colin to ask where he is. Unsurprisingly, he replies that he is in his room with Adolf, so you and Polly head to Juniper Hall and take the lift up to your floor. There, you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin. “Want me to load up Planet Run?”
“Sure,” you say.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. “Grab a pew,” he says, indicating his bed. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
You immediately imagine Colin and Adolf ogling Polly’s panties as she crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Polly.
Wait to see if she will get it herself.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Uh-oh,” says Polly nervously, as you lay her down on the floor. Then, as you lower your jeans, she says, “What if someone comes?”
“That would be most unfortunate,” you admit, as you ease your erect penis into her moist vagina.
“Oh God!” she whispers, wrapping her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You let her go, and she quickly puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress and bra, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Oh, sure, if you want,” says Polly.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin. “Want me to load up Planet Run?”
“Sure,” you say.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. “Grab a pew,” he says, indicating his bed. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
You immediately imagine Colin and Adolf ogling Polly’s panties as she crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Polly.
Wait to see if she will get it herself.
“What do you fancy, Polly?” you ask.
“I’d love a Coke please,” says Polly.
You get on your hands and knees and crawl beneath Colin’s desk, where you spend a few moments extracting a can of Coca-Cola from its unhelpfully tough plastic shrink-wrapping.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
You are just starting to back out at this point, but you crawl back to the drinks and extract another can of Coke and a can of lager. Finally emerging and getting up, you distribute the drinks and sit back down.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside and walk to the bus stop, where Polly says, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly says nothing, so you shrug and continue with the game.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside and walk to the bus stop, where Polly says, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly shivers nervously. “I suppose I can do that,” she says. Taking hold of her tray, she gets up from the table, turns, and then flicks her cutlery off the edge of the tray. It clatters to the floor. “Oops!” she says. Putting her tray down, she bends to pick up her fallen cutlery while facing away from the adjacent table. Her dress rides up over her bottom, and despite the inopportune angle, you manage to see a little of her panties.
A much better view, however, is had by the students at the next table, who nudge each other and point excitedly at Polly’s bottom. She is taking her time over retrieving the items, and they all get a nice long look. “Hey darlin’, nice knickers!” says one of them.
Polly stands up straight again, blushing, and at this point you come to her rescue. “Hey, watch it,” you admonish the lad who spoke. “Don’t be an arsehole.”
You leave the cafeteria with Polly. Outside, she says, “Out of curiosity, why you like me showing myself to other men?”
You ponder this. “I think it’s because I’m so proud of how sexy you are,” you say. “And I want everyone to know it, and envy me because you’re my girl.” You blush a little. “Maybe that’s silly.”
Polly smiles. “Not at all. It makes perfect sense, and I’m glad you find me so sexy. I enjoy being sexy for you, actually, and if you want me to flash my panties at random strangers, I’m happy to do that for you.”
“Awesome!” you say happily. “Thank you.”
“So, what shall we do now?” asks Polly.
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her minidress. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her dress, when she tugs it down, is about four inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the disapproving looks the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my dress,” she whispers.
“His loss, then,” you say. “Come on – let’s go.”
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, if you like,” says Polly.
You text Colin to ask where he is. Unsurprisingly, he replies that he is in his room with Adolf, so you and Polly head to Juniper Hall and take the lift up to your floor. There, you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin. “Want me to load up Planet Run?”
“Sure,” you say.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. “Grab a pew,” he says, indicating his bed. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
You immediately imagine Colin and Adolf ogling Polly’s panties as she crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Polly.
Wait to see if she will get it herself.
“What do you fancy, Polly?” you ask.
“I’d love a Coke please,” says Polly. Then she glances under Colin’s desk, her eyes widening, and she adds, “Oh, but I can get it.”
She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her dress riding up over her bottom to expose her white panties.
This display is not lost on Colin and Adolf, of course; their eyes are riveted to Polly’s bottom as she struggles to free a Coke can from the pack’s plastic wrapping. But after half a minute, Polly starts to back out.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“Oh ... okay,” says Polly, and she heads back to the cans to fetch your friends’ drinks. It seems to you, however, that she has spread her knees further apart and must be arching her back, because you now have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally Polly backs out from beneath the desk. As she gets up, her cheeks look rather flushed. She hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside and walk to the bus stop. “Oh my God!” you exclaim. “You were fantastic in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. “Did your friends get a good look?”
“Dust was settling on their eyeballs,” you say. “Their jaws were on the floor. Yes ... you completely made their week.”
When you get to the bus stop, Polly says, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are delighted to see that she is wearing, along with a tank top, a very short, tight, stretchy miniskirt that stops only a couple of inches below her buttocks. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily. “Love the skirt!”
“Thank you,” she replies with a grin. “And I’m wearing a thong!”
“Awesome!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, however, she gently pushes your hand away. “You’re a naughty man, Sweetie,” she whispers reprovingly.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte smiles to herself as she feels your hand between her thighs, and she parts her legs slightly. Encouraged by this, you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Since she still makes no objection, you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously. “All right Sweetie, that’s enough for now,” she whispers, pulling your hand out of her thong.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. She smirks slightly at the joke, then she leans over and whispers, “Pay attention, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte stares at you. “You are joking, right?” she says.
“No, I’m serious!” you reply.
“Take a cold shower, you lunatic,” she murmurs.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte smiles at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
Charlotte shudders. “Not for a while,” she replies. “I haven’t told them about you yet. Give me a little more time on that one, okay?”
“Sure,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers. “It’s a very naughty idea, and quite tempting ... but I’d be afraid of getting kicked out for indecency,” she says.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her bra exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white thong exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte calmly lets you massage her buttocks for a minute. Then she chuckles. “Are you going somewhere with this?” she asks.
“Of course,” you say, and you...
Put your hand up her skirt.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
You reach up between Charlotte’s thighs and begin stroking her pussy through her thong. “Naughty,” she murmurs disapprovingly.
Encouraged, you pull her thong aside and slide one finger up into her vagina.
“All right, that’s enough,” she says nervously, pushing your hand away and turning around.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps as you hoist her skirt up around her waist, exposing her skimpy white thong. To her credit, though, she does not immediately pull her skirt down. “We’re in the middle of lab!” she says anxiously as you massage her buttocks. She glances around, then says, “Oh no – Neil is watching!”
You look around and spot Neil, who is working with your former lab partner Roddy further along the same bench as you and Charlotte. Neil is staring, wide-eyed, at Charlotte’s bottom, and when he catches your eye he grins and gives you a thumbs-up.
Smiling, you…
Pull Charlotte’s thong halfway down her thighs.
Tell Charlotte to turn and face Neil.
“Sure,” says Charlotte. “Where do you want to go?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s miniskirt attracts plenty of male attention.
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts through her exposed bra. “I do hope someone doesn’t come along,” she mutters, but you silence her with a kiss to which she eagerly responds.
You reach around behind Charlotte as you kiss her, and manage to unclasp her bra. This allows you to lift the cups of the bra away from her breasts, which you start to kiss and suck as she holds your head against her chest, stroking your hair.
After a couple of minutes of this, she stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she whispers, reaching back to fasten her bra. “I don’t want us to get us into trouble.”
She pulls her top down, and for the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her thong. Then she moans as you slide your hand into the front of her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast through her bra. Then, when you try to slip your hand beneath the underwire of her bra, she clamps her hand down on yours. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her thong. “Careful – someone might see,” she says.
You smile as you stroke her pussy through her thong. “Oh dear, that would be bad,” you remark.
“Yes it would!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “Don’t you dare stop though...” She parts her legs a little wider, and you pull her thong to one side so that you can caress her pussy directly. She moans and arches her back, but as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she gasps and pushes your hand away.
“Something wrong?” you ask.
She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte squeals and reaches down to pull her thong back up. Then, tugging her skirt down, she turns to face you with crimson cheeks. “That was very naughty,” she says, swatting your arm with her hand. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to look Neil in the eye again. Is he still looking?”
You glance down the aisle. “No, he’s gone back to work,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers. “Oh I couldn’t possibly,” she whispers. “I think he’s had quite enough of a show already.” She tugs her skirt back down and turns around, looking rather flushed in the cheeks. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“Good choice,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who glances disapprovingly at Charlotte’s skirt, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you...
Engage her in idle chit-chat.
Ask her if she would consider going to lectures without a bra.
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with her.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “My bra does seem to get in the way when we’re playing, doesn’t it?” she says. “But I’m reluctant to ditch it because it’s my last remaining connection to my former modest self. Everything about my clothing is sexier now, except for my bras.” She sighs. “And I’m holding on to that connection because, without it, I can no longer pretend that I’m a good Christian girl. And that scares me because, while there’s not much left of my religious convictions now, I’m afraid to let go of my belief in God. So, in a way, my bra represents my belief in God.”
“Wow,” you say. “Lots going on in that fascinating brain of yours. It sounds like you’ve already stopped believing, but you’re afraid to say it out loud, because that will make it real.”
“Maybe,” says Charlotte, “but let’s assume that I still need convincing. Can you convince me that God doesn’t exist?”
“Goodness!” you say. “That’s quite a tall order, Charlotte...
Since I myself believe in God.”
But I’ll give it a try.”
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte climbs on to the bull’s back with as much modesty as she can muster, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly.
Her tiny skirt rides up immediately to expose her buttocks, and the white thong nestling between them, but she makes no attempt to tug it down, choosing instead to focus on her balance. As a result, her thong is soon fully exposed, with an inch of skin showing above it.
The bull tips forwards sharply, and Charlotte is thrown down flat on to the bull’s back. Then it starts to make small, rhythmic bucking motions, and Charlotte’s delightful bottom bounces up and down as if she is humping the bull. Several young men have by now gathered around the bull and are whooping in Charlotte’s support.
Then the bucking becomes suddenly more intense, and Charlotte is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her thong entirely on display. She gives the men a wave, then returns to your table, casually tugging her skirt down as she walks.
“That was fantastic!” you say enthusiastically. “So sexy!”
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin. “I love showing off my undies – it’s so wonderfully immodest!”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Charlotte peruses the options with little apparent interest. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where a young man in a bandana explains your options.
“Shall we just run the whole course?” asks Charlotte. “I don’t feel the need to practise.”
“Sure,” you agree.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You get through most of it with ease, nail the trampoline jump, and manage to catch hold of the rope, but then you release it at the wrong moment, fail to stick the landing on the balance beam, and fall off. To the sound of polite applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is already halfway up the ladder when you get there, her miniskirt not quite covering her buttocks. At the top, she does not bother to tug it down before swinging across to the cargo net. Traversing this causes her skirt to ride up still higher, but when she gets to the platform she still leaves it where it is. You pull out your phone as, with her thong almost fully on display, she successfully jumps across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
By now a large crowd has gathered to watch Charlotte. As she slides down the chute, her skirt up around her hips, several people are ready with their phones to take photos or videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent with her skirt no more than a belt around her middle, a couple of inches of bare skin separating it from her thong.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, however, she stops herself by planting her feet on the pads on either side of the bottom of the chute. Her momentum carries her bottom forward to a point directly between the pads, so that her thighs are spread wide apart and her knees end up next to her shoulders. It is the cameras’ (and the spectators’) best view yet of her thong, and it is not a brief one, for Charlotte maintains this position while throwing her fists in the air and whooping, as her excited audience claps and cheers.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she rejoins you and, finally, pulls her skirt down.
“Thank you!” she pants. “That was so much fun!”
“For all of us,” you remark with a grin, and she giggles naughtily.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her skirt.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her top.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
“You do?” says Charlotte in surprise. “I had you pegged as an atheist.”
You shrug. “Just because I’m not a regular churchgoer, that doesn’t mean that I don’t believe. I just happen to think that dressing sexily, having sex before marriage, flashing your panties and so on are not incompatible with being a good girl.”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “I certainly wasn’t brought up to believe that.”
“So?” you say. “Who’s to say your family’s interpretation of the Bible is the correct one? There are over a thousand different denominations of the Christian faith, all of them interpreting the Bible in different ways. They all cherry-pick the parts they like, and ignore the parts they don’t like.”
Charlotte bridles at this. “I have to say, whether or not the Bible is all true, my family does at least adhere to it literally and completely.”
“Really?” you say. “Do they stone disobedient children to death?”
“What? No, of course not!” says Charlotte.
“There you go, then,” you say with a smile. “So your family is against stoning naughty children, which is a Biblical commandment, yet they insist that you wear long dresses, which isn’t. I’m pretty sure that nowhere in the Bible does it say ‘Thou shalt not wear miniskirts’.”
Charlotte thinks about this. “Maybe they do cherry-pick,” she admits.
“You can dress however you like,” you continue, “and still be a good person. Skimpy outfits don’t stop you from being nice to people, a good student, kind to those less fortunate, a good steward of the planet, and so on. It doesn’t even stop you from praying or going to church.”
“Not that I’ve done much of either of those lately,” says Charlotte ruefully. “But I take your point, and you’ve certainly given me something to think about. Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” you say.
Charlotte is rather quiet for the rest of the meal, and afterwards she says, “I think I’m going to go home now.”
“Oh!” you say, feeling a little disappointed. “Was it something I said?”
“Yes,” she replies, and then she laughs. “Nothing bad, though. I just need some thinking time.”
“Okay,” you say. “Shall I walk you to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” says Charlotte.
At the bus stop, sensing that she is not in the mood for naughtiness right now, you content yourself with taking her in your arms and giving her a sweet, lingering goodnight kiss. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you catch another bus back to Juniper Hall. As you climb into bed, you wonder what effect your words are having on Charlotte...
Continue.
“Gods were invented,” you say, “to explain the mysteries of the universe. Don’t know how tides work? Must be a god. Don’t know why lightning happens? Some god or other is angry. And the idea of an afterlife – well, death is scary, right? How much easier is it to tell a child that their grandma has gone to a better place, where she’ll be safe and happy forever, than to say ‘Sorry, she’s worm-food now’?”
Charlotte nods. “Yes, I’ve had similar thoughts. And I am prepared to accept that everything we observe is likely to have a natural explanation, even if we don’t know what it is yet. But the one thing nature cannot explain: nature itself. Nature cannot have created itself, right? Everything that comes into existence has to be caused by something else. In the case of nature, the cause has to be something not part of nature.”
“What if nature has always existed?” you suggest. “What if it’s just a word for the universe and how it works?”
“But the universe began to exist,” says Charlotte.
“Would you say that ‘always’ is synonymous with ‘for all time’?” you ask her.
“Um ... sure,” says Charlotte, after a moment’s thought.
“And is time a property of the universe?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “I suppose so...?”
“According to Einstein it is,” you say. “So if time is a property of the universe, then time began with the universe, and the universe has existed for all time. And therefore, it has always existed. Even though it had a beginning.”
Charlotte’s brow furrows. “But something still had to come before, right? What started it, otherwise?”
“If there’s no time, there’s no ‘before’,” you say. “The universe has always existed, therefore it needed no cause.”
“Wow,” says Charlotte. “I need to think about that for a while. On the surface, it would seem to answer the First Cause argument... Hmm...”
Charlotte is rather quiet for the rest of the meal, and afterwards she says, “I think I’m going to go home now.”
“Oh!” you say, feeling a little disappointed. “Was it something I said?”
“Yes,” she replies, and then she laughs. “Nothing bad, though. I just need some thinking time.”
“Okay,” you say. “Shall I walk you to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” says Charlotte.
At the bus stop, sensing that she is not in the mood for naughtiness right now, you content yourself with taking her in your arms and giving her a sweet, lingering goodnight kiss. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you catch another bus back to Juniper Hall. As you climb into bed, you wonder what effect your words are having on Charlotte...
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Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you slide your hand into her bra via her neckline and start caressing her breast directly. For the next ten minutes or so, hardly believing your luck, you squeeze and stroke her soft breast flesh and play gently with her nipple. When you attempt to scoop her breast out into the open, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her skirt.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her top.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand on her thigh and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her thong. For the next couple of minutes you stroke her pussy through her thong, and she even spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her skirt.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her top.
“Sure – I enjoy table tennis,” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Charlotte’s miniskirt with interest.
The four of you play a couple of matches, during which Charlotte’s skirt continually rides up, getting shorter and shorter until her buttocks and the front of her thong are exposed. Every so often she notices how much she is showing, at which point she gasps and pulls her skirt back down ... but you cannot help noticing that she lets it climb higher and higher each time, and pulls it down less and less far.
Then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s miniskirt intently.
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull up her skirt around her waist. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her thong fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
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Charlotte grimaces. “If you insist,” she says, “though don’t expect me to be drinking.”
“That’s all right,” you say cheerfully. “We don’t need alcohol to have fun.”
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
You turn to Charlotte and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
As you sink your Vaseline-lubed erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Do it to me,” she whispers in your ear. “Do it hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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“Sure!” says Charlotte with a grin. “They’re so refreshingly brazen about leering at me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you text Colin to ask where he is. Unsurprisingly, he replies that he is in his room with Adolf, so you and Charlotte head to Juniper Hall and take the lift up to your floor. There, you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both grin lustfully as they stare at Charlotte’s miniskirt. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and you sit next to her. “I love that you wear such short skirts, Charlotte,” says Adolf. “It’s kind of impossible to keep your knickers hidden, isn’t it?”
“Adolf!” you growl in annoyance.
“What are we watching this evening?” asks Charlotte politely.
“Star Trek – the original series,” says Adolf. “On blu-ray.”
“Okay, I’m happy with that,” says Charlotte, nodding.
After one episode, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
You immediately imagine the view Colin and Adolf will have if Charlotte crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Charlotte.
Wait to see if she will get one herself.
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her miniskirt. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, her thong is highly visible as a white triangle between her thighs, but she makes no attempt to cover it, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her skirt climbs higher and higher ... and she makes no attempt to pull it down until half of her bottom is uncovered. Even then, she only tugs it down half-heartedly, and her buttocks peep out again almost immediately.
Naturally, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. Clearly enjoying the attention, Charlotte eventually stops bothering to pull her skirt down, with the result that her bottom and thong become completely revealed.
Plied with offers of drinks, Charlotte politely declines, and, with her skirt still riding high around her hips, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her buttocks, and she giggles as you pull the back of her skirt up. “Naughty,” she says disapprovingly, but she does not stop you, even when you have hiked her skirt all the way up around her waist.
You kiss her passionately while massaging her bottom. “There’s a homeless chap over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
You tug Charlotte’s skirt down as her bus arrives, and she disengages from you. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says as she boards the bus.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her breast through her top, and even lets you pull her top up and slip your hand into the left cup of her bra. She shivers as you cup her breast and tweak her nipple between your fingers.
A minute or so later, you reach behind her to unclasp her bra, but at this point she stops you.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying the fondling, but I’d rather you didn’t undress me right here on the street.”
A few minutes later, Charlotte’s bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
As you sink your Vaseline-lubed erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Do it to me,” she whispers in your ear. “Do it hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she says. “It’s kind of fun watching them drool over me.”
You head down the corridor to Colin’s room, with Charlotte in tow. Knocking on the door, you wait for Colin to say “Come in!” and then you enter. Sure enough, Adolf is there too.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both grin lustfully as they stare at Charlotte’s miniskirt. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and you sit next to her. “I love that you wear such short skirts, Charlotte,” says Adolf. “It’s kind of impossible to keep your knickers hidden, isn’t it?”
“Adolf!” you growl in annoyance.
“What are we watching this evening?” asks Charlotte politely.
“Star Trek – the original series,” says Adolf. “On blu-ray.”
“Okay, I’m happy with that,” says Charlotte, nodding.
After one episode, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
You immediately imagine the view Colin and Adolf will have if Charlotte crawls under Colin’s desk, and you...
Offer to fetch a drink for Charlotte.
Wait to see if she will get one herself.
“What do you fancy, Charlotte?” you ask.
“I’d love a Coke please,” says Charlotte.
You get on your hands and knees and crawl beneath Colin’s desk, where you spend a few moments extracting a can of Coca-Cola from its unhelpfully tough plastic shrink-wrapping.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
You are just starting to back out at this point, but you crawl back to the drinks and extract another can of Coke and a can of lager. Finally emerging and getting up, you distribute the drinks and sit back down.
After a couple more episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, where you give her a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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“I’m going to grab myself a Coke,” says Charlotte, getting up from the bed.
Adolf and Colin stare at her wide-eyed as she drops to all fours and crawls under Colin’s desk. Her skirt rides up high, exposing several inches of her buttocks, as you and your friends crane your necks to look at her more directly from behind, her thong becomes highly visible as a thin white vertical stripe between her buttocks.
“Good grief,” she says after a moment. “This pack of Coke cans is hard to get into!” On the pretext of struggling with the packaging, she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you and your friends a much better view of her thong-clad pussy.
Adolf and Colin are, for once, speechless as they watch Charlotte’s bottom in awe. But when she says, “Can I get anyone else anything?” they finally find their voice.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Take your time,” says Adolf happily. He sticks his hand into the front of his jeans and begins to masturbate.
“Anything for you, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte, her bottom shifting back and forth as she works on freeing the cans from their packaging. With each movement, her skirt rides up higher and higher.
“A lager please,” you say.
When Charlotte finally emerges with four cans, she gets to her feet, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is peeping out at the front. “Here you are,” she says, handing out the cans as Adolf whips his hand out of his jeans. Then, “Oops!” she adds, finally noticing her skirt and pulling it back down as she sits down next to you. She pops open her Coke can. “Go ahead,” she says.
Colin looks as if he is about to say something, but then he shakes his head and starts up the next episode.
An hour and a half later, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop. “Holy cow, you were amazing back there!” you say.
Charlotte giggles. “Was I?” she says. “Good.”
At the bus stop, you take Charlotte in your arms and give her a long kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, I’ll try just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them resting his hand on her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. But then Charlotte says, “All right chaps – thank you, but I think I need some alone time with my boyfriend now. Nice meeting you all though!”
She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, delighted to see that she is once again wearing an incredibly short sundress that, you guess, covers her panties with only an inch or two to spare, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her dress.
Reach up her dress and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress and into her bra, and you squeeze and fondle her soft flesh, and gently tease her nipple, for a couple of minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “Not in the middle of a lecture,” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and down into her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. The hem of her ultra-short dress rides up, exposing the lower curves of her buttocks. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively.
“How about this?” she asks, hitching her dress up at the sides until her panties are fully revealed.
“Wow!” you say. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and her cheeks turn pink. “Oh gosh,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly chuckles. “My breasts are a little large for that,” she says. “They’d be bouncing around all over the place!”
“Hence the awesomeness,” you remark with a grin.
Polly laughs. “I’ll think about it,” she says.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “Well, nobody’s looking,” she says, “so ... okay!”
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
You hear a faint crackling sound as Polly pushes out some poo. A moment later, her white panties begin to appear beneath the hem of her dress, but she does not stop pushing. In fact, after a pause to take a couple of breaths, she strains again, and this time the bulge grows and grows until it is sagging almost four inches below her hemline. Then she stops and straightens up, and the four inches shrinks to three, though it is still an impressive bulge. By now, of course, you can smell it too.
Polly turns around, her eyes shining in fear and excitement. She reaches back to assess the relative positions of her bulging panties and dress hem, and gulps. “I think I had better go to the toilet and clean up!” she whispers breathlessly. “Hopefully nobody will see my panties on the way out!”
She heads for the door, and you glance around to see if anybody is watching her. Fortunately, everybody seems too engrossed in their lab work to notice her departure. Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was fun!” she says in a low voice.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, dropping her dress; its hem stops about two inches short of covering her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs. “Silly thing – how could I possibly go shorter than this?”
You grin. “Well I dare say it would mean permanent exposure of your panties,” you say. “Which, of course, would be terrible...”
Polly chuckles. “And by ‘terrible’ I suppose you mean ‘awesome’?” she says in amusement.
“Ah yes, that’s the word,” you agree.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says, “just for a moment, though.” She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely, then she reaches back, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Finally, she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you...
Pull her down to the floor.
Let her get dressed.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Stand up straight and turn to face them.”
Polly shakes her head. “Not while they’re watching,” she says. “They might kick up a fuss, and then we’d both be in trouble.”
“Fair point,” you concede reluctantly.
“Anyway I think they’ve had enough of a show,” says Polly, pulling her dress down. “Shall we get back to work?”
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up to reveal a little of her panties – a fact which is not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer up her dress at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.” She carefully gets to her feet and turns around. “How obvious is it?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over two inches below the hem of her dress. “Fairly obvious,” you admit as you stand up, “but it’s a beautiful sight.”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “Then I don’t mind it being obvious,” she says, and the two of you kiss deeply. Then, hand in hand, you walk to the Geography building, where Polly slips into a toilet to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do another poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely. “Spread your legs apart a little,” you tell her.
Polly moves her feet about eighteen inches apart. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she says. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, but she bravely holds her position. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she actually spreads her feet even further apart. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. One of them pulls out his phone and takes a couple of photos. Then, laughing, the young men continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“Surprisingly well,” she replies. “I’m beginning to enjoy showing off my panties, and I really don’t mind who sees them.”
“Good girl,” you say happily. “I’m proud of you.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly stands up and turns to face Neil and Roddy, and you move behind her, catching her dress before it falls to cover her panties. Pulling it up around her middle, you fully expose the front of her panties to Neil and Roddy. Then, with your left arm holding Polly’s dress up, you reach down to her pussy with your right hand, and begin stroking it sensuously through the material of her panties.
You cannot tell what facial expression Polly is presenting to Neil and Roddy, but as she starts to moan softly, you wonder if she has closed her eyes. You begin to slide your hand down into the front of her panties, but at this point she stops you. “Later, okay?”
You nod, and Polly tugs her dress back down. The show clearly being over, Neil and Roddy get back to work, and you and Polly do the same.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and even lets you get your hand inside, but when you try to work your finger into her vagina, she gently pushes your hand away with an apologetic smile. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her pussy through her panties, which she seems quite happy for you to do.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
You chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Right now?” says Polly nervously. “No – too many people. I’m happy to fill my panties later this evening though.”
“I can live with that,” you say with a smile. Then you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who looks disapprovingly at Polly’s dress, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That you would love to see her in shorter dresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly laughs. “I’m sure you would!” she says. “But I don’t think they’d let me in here if I wore anything shorter than this!”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
“I suppose I could pass it off as an accident,” says Polly thoughtfully. Then she shivers. “But no – sorry – I’m not feeling quite brave enough.”
“Okay,” you say with a smile. “Never mind then.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes part of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side; this causes Polly’s dress to ride up higher, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get a nice view of my panties?”
“Yup!” you reply with a grin. “As did everyone else. Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles. “I think they would kick us out if I did that!” she says.
“If you went straight to the toilet afterwards, I think you’d get away with it,” you say.
“I suppose I could pass it off as an accident,” says Polly thoughtfully. Then she shivers. “But no – sorry – I’m not feeling quite brave enough.”
“Okay,” you say with a smile. “Never mind then.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and the two of you agree on a choice. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
To your delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, scoop her left breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too.
For most of the rest of the movie, she seems happy to let you continue to fondle and suck on her exposed breasts. But as the end of the film nears, she gently pushes you away and replaces her clothing.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging four inches or so beneath the hem of her dress.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m proud of you.”
She giggles. “I’m sort of proud of myself, too!” she says. “Anyway, I should get home. Walk me to the bus stop?”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which you continue frequently to expose her panties to strangers, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly with a giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as her white panties begin to bulge beneath the hem of her minidress. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than four inches below her dress.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, then reaches down to grab them and pull them back up. Having dropped her dress back down to cover her panties, she slaps your arm in exasperation. “Not cool!” she says reproachfully, her cheeks bright red.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “Error of judgment.”
“I’ll say!” says Polly.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both laughing.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Polly’s legs with interest.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they choose to sit against the wall behind Polly, and that every time Polly leans over the table to retrieve the ball from the net, their faces light up in sheer joy as they stare at her bottom and (you assume) her exposed panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, you window-shop for a while, and spend some time kissing and cuddling in the little arboretum.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly. Then she grins. “You like me showing myself off to them, don’t you?”
“Absolutely!” you say. “They’re very envious of me; they think you’re amazingly sexy.”
Polly giggles. “Cool,” she says. “They’re totally disgusting, of course ... but then, so am I, in my own way.”
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her dress riding up over her bottom to expose her white panties. As she struggles to free a Coke can from the pack’s plastic wrapping, she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you and your wide-eyed friends a wonderful view of the gusset of her panties. “Anyone else want anything?” she asks.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“Okay,” says Polly. Then she groans. “God I need to poo,” she says.
Colin and Adolf look at each other, then at you, startled. You grin as you look at Polly’s panties, and say…
“The toilet’s down at the end of the corridor, on the right – you can’t miss it.”
“Go ahead, Polly – don’t mind us.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Uh-oh,” says Polly nervously, as you lay her down on the floor. Then, as you lower your jeans, she says, “What if someone comes?”
“That would be most unfortunate,” you admit, as you ease your erect penis into her moist vagina.
“Oh God!” she whispers, wrapping her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You let her go, and she quickly puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress and bra, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Oh, sure,” says Polly.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her dress riding up over her bottom to expose her white panties.
This display is not lost on Colin and Adolf, of course; their eyes are riveted to Polly’s bottom as she struggles to free a Coke can from the pack’s plastic wrapping. But after half a minute, Polly starts to back out.
“Can you get me a Coke too please?” says Adolf, and then Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“Oh ... okay,” says Polly, and she heads back to the cans to fetch your friends’ drinks. It seems to you, however, that she has spread her knees further apart and must be arching her back, because you now have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally Polly backs out from beneath the desk. As she gets up, her cheeks look rather flushed. She hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my God!” you exclaim. “You were fantastic in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Thanks,” says Polly. “I think I can hold on for a little while longer, though.”
Finally she backs out from beneath the desk. As she gets up, her cheeks looking rather pink, she hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my God!” you exclaim. “You were fantastic in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. “I hope you didn’t mind me saying that I needed a poo.”
“Not at all!” you reply. “I just wasn’t sure how Colin and Adolf would react. They might be cool with it; they might not. I just wasn’t quite ready to risk it.”
“Okay, no problem,” says Polly. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo now, though?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“All right then,” says Polly. She strains, then grunts audibly, then strains again. A lump appears in the back of her panties, causing both Colin and Adolf to gasp in surprise.
“Holy shit!” Colin whispers incredulously, as the lump tents Polly’s panties outward and spreads sideways and downwards, forming a roundish bulge that quickly grows to the size of a grapefruit.
“I can’t believe she’s taking a dump in her knickers!” Adolf exclaims with a joyous expression. “This is the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen!”
Colin nods in wordless agreement, his eyes transfixed on Polly’s panties, which are now sagging under the weight of an almost melon-sized quantity of poo. “Look how much there is!” he says. “It’s incredible!”
Polly finally finishes her poo, and she slowly backs out from under the desk. Getting up, she hands Colin and Adolf their drinks. “Sorry about the smell,” she says. “I’d better go, before I stink up your room too much.”
“No no, it’s fine!” says Colin quickly. “It doesn’t smell that much, and the window’s open so it shouldn’t get too bad in here.”
“Well I don’t mind hanging out for a while like this,” says Polly with a smile, “if nobody objects.”
Nobody does. “I can’t sit down like this though,” says Polly. “It’ll make a horrible mess.”
“You could lie down on the bed,” suggests Colin eagerly. “I’ll put a towel down in case of any ... spillage.”
“That’s very kind of you,” says Polly. “Thank you.”
You and Polly get up from the bed, Colin spreads out a towel, and Polly climbs back on carefully. She rolls over on to her back, then turns on her side slightly and props herself up on one elbow, facing into the room. Then she makes room for you at the end of the bed by drawing her feet up, with her left knee (which is closest to the wall) pointing at the ceiling and her right leg bent and resting flat on the bed. Her thighs are thus spread at an angle of almost ninety degrees, her panties fully on display. You give her a very proud smile as you sit down next to her feet, with a perfect view of the huge bulge in her panties as it rests on the towel.
Colin and Adolf come over and bend down to peer closely at Polly’s enormously full panties. “That’s just amazing!” says Colin. “However do you manage to produce that much? You must have been holding it in for a week!”
“Not at all,” says Polly, a little breathlessly. From her flushed cheeks and bright eyes, you can tell she is very aroused by your friends’ close attention to her poo-filled panties. “But I’ve developed an extremely capacious bowel, and I eat a ton of high-fibre food every day. I can actually produce this much poo not just once, but twice or even sometimes three times in a single day.”
“Fucking awesome,” says Adolf. He reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen in alarm, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her minidress. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her dress, when she tugs it down, is about four inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the disapproving looks the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my dress,” she whispers.
“His loss, then,” you say. “Come on – let’s go.”
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “So, what are we going to do now? I don’t think I could concentrate on a video game right now. I just want to stare at Polly’s knickers all evening.”
“Then I suppose you’re going to lose horribly at Planet Run,” you say.
“I can’t lose if I’m not playing,” Adolf points out.
“I’ll play,” says Colin, wresting his eyes away from Polly’s panties long enough to grab his controller. “Adolf, if you’re not going to play, then you might as well go back to your room. Polly doesn’t want to be ogled all night.”
“You don’t need to make him leave on my account,” says Polly. “I don’t mind if he just wants to stare at my panties.”
“All right,” says Colin with a shrug, and the game resumes.
Polly wins the next three races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After another hour of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thank you for being ... awesome.”
“Yes,” agrees Adolf. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck a girl quite as much as I want to fuck you right now.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “Jesus Christ!”
Polly giggles. “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Wow, Polly, you were beyond amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “I had fun! If I’d known how exciting it would be to do a poo in my panties in front of your friends, I’d have done it a lot sooner!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, I’d rather you didn’t!” says Polly, slapping his hand away.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “So, what are we going to do now? I don’t think I could concentrate on a video game right now. I just want to stare at Polly’s knickers all evening.”
“Then I suppose you’re going to lose horribly at Planet Run,” you say.
“I can’t lose if I’m not playing,” Adolf points out.
“I’ll play,” says Colin, wresting his eyes away from Polly’s panties long enough to grab his controller. “Adolf, if you’re not going to play, then you might as well go back to your room. Polly doesn’t want to be ogled all night.”
“You don’t need to make him leave on my account,” says Polly. “I don’t mind if he just wants to stare at my panties.”
“All right,” says Colin with a shrug, and the game resumes.
Polly wins the next three races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After another hour of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thank you for being ... awesome.”
“Yes,” agrees Adolf. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck a girl quite as much as I want to fuck you right now.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “Jesus Christ!”
Polly giggles. “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Wow, Polly, you were beyond amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “I had fun! If I’d known how exciting it would be to do a poo in my panties in front of your friends, I’d have done it a lot sooner!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are delighted to see that she is wearing, along with a tank top, a very short, tight, stretchy miniskirt that stops only a couple of inches below her buttocks. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, smiling happily. “Love the skirt!”
“Thank you,” she replies with a grin. “And note my lack of a bra!”
“Awesome!” you say, grinning at her chest, where her tight top has moulded itself around her small but shapely breasts.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, however, she gently pushes your hand away. “You’re a naughty man, Sweetie,” she whispers reprovingly.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Charlotte smiles to herself as she feels your hand between her thighs, and she parts her legs slightly. Encouraged by this, you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Since she still makes no objection, you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously. “All right Sweetie, that’s enough for now,” she whispers, pulling your hand out of her thong.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You send her a funny tweet that recently popped up on your Twitter timeline. When her phone buzzes, she picks it up and looks at it. She smirks slightly at the joke, then she leans over and whispers, “Pay attention, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Naughty man,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte takes it and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte regards you disapprovingly. “Don’t be silly, Sweetie,” she says.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte smiles at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you find your own table in a corner. You chat with her while you eat, and then you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Put your hand up her skirt.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
Charlotte shudders. “Not for a while,” she replies. “I haven’t told them about you yet. Give me a little more time on that one, okay?”
“Sure,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers. “It’s a very naughty idea, and quite tempting ... but I’d be afraid of getting kicked out for indecency,” she says.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her breasts exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white thong exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte calmly lets you massage her buttocks for a minute. Then she chuckles. “Are you going somewhere with this?” she asks.
“Of course,” you say, and you...
Put your hand up her skirt.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
You reach up between Charlotte’s thighs and begin stroking her pussy through her thong. “Naughty,” she murmurs disapprovingly.
Encouraged, you pull her thong aside and slide one finger up into her vagina.
“All right, that’s enough,” she says nervously, pushing your hand away and turning around.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps as you hoist her skirt up around her waist, exposing her skimpy white thong. To her credit, though, she does not immediately pull her skirt down. “We’re in the middle of lab!” she says anxiously as you massage her buttocks. She glances around, then says, “Oh no – Neil is watching!”
You look around and spot Neil, who is working with your former lab partner Roddy further along the same bench as you and Charlotte. Neil is staring, wide-eyed, at Charlotte’s bottom, and when he catches your eye he grins and gives you a thumbs-up.
Smiling, you…
Pull Charlotte’s thong halfway down her thighs.
Tell Charlotte to turn and face Neil.
“Sure,” says Charlotte. “Where do you want to go?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s miniskirt attracts plenty of male attention.
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts. “I do hope someone doesn’t come along,” she mutters, but you silence her with a kiss to which she eagerly responds.
You bend down and start to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as she holds your head against her chest, stroking your hair.
After a couple of minutes of this, she stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she whispers, pulling her top down. “I don’t want us to get us into trouble.”
For the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her thong. Then she moans as you slide your hand into the front of her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast. Then, when you try to pull up her top, she stops you. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her thong. “Careful – someone might see,” she says.
You smile as you stroke her pussy through her thong. “Oh dear, that would be bad,” you remark.
“Yes it would!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “Don’t you dare stop though...” She parts her legs a little wider, and you pull her thong to one side so that you can caress her pussy directly. She moans and arches her back, but as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she gasps and pushes your hand away.
“Something wrong?” you ask.
She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where you partner up again. You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
If she would consider wearing a shorter skirt.
Charlotte squeals and reaches down to pull her thong back up. Then, tugging her skirt down, she turns to face you with crimson cheeks. “That was very naughty,” she says, swatting your arm with her hand. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to look Neil in the eye again. Is he still looking?”
You glance down the aisle. “No, he’s gone back to work,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers. “All right,” she murmurs, and she stands up straight and turns to face Neil. By this time Roddy has noticed Charlotte, too, and the two of them stare wide-eyed at her thong as you put your arms around her from behind, and begin kissing her neck.
“This is so naughty,” Charlotte whispers breathlessly, as you begin massaging her braless breasts through her top. Then, as you start nibbling on her earlobe, you...
Reach down and slowly pull Charlotte’s thong down to expose her pussy.
Slowly pull up her top until her bare breasts are exposed.
Charlotte gasps and stops you before you have lowered her thong by more than an inch.
“I think they’ve had quite enough of a show already,” she says. She tugs her skirt back down and turns around, looking rather flushed in the cheeks. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps and catches her top before you can uncover her breasts.
“I think they’ve had quite enough of a show already,” she says. She tugs her top and skirt back down and turns around, looking rather flushed in the cheeks. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“Good choice,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who glances disapprovingly at Charlotte’s skirt, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Charlotte. While you wait for your desserts, you...
Engage her in idle chit-chat.
Ask her if she would consider wearing sheer tops.
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with her.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte laughs. “Silly man,” she says. “Then I would have to start wearing a bra again!”
“Not necessarily,” you reply impishly.
She purses her lips disapprovingly. “No,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
But then Charlotte, seeming a little bored, says, “Let’s play Truth or Dare.”
“Um, okay!” you say. “Go ahead.”
“Truth or Dare?” she asks.
In the first few rounds, you both opt for ‘Truth’, and learn some interesting things about each other. But then Charlotte, with a twinkle in her eye, chooses ‘Dare’.
You grin, and try to think of something titillating that she could do, that she might actually be willing to agree to. After a minute’s careful consideration, you say...
“Take off your thong in the ladies’ toilet, and put it back on here at this table.”
“Ask the manager of this restaurant if it would be okay for you to wear shorter skirts.”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte climbs on to the bull’s back with as much modesty as she can muster, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly.
Her tiny skirt rides up immediately to expose her buttocks, and the white thong nestling between them, but she makes no attempt to tug it down, choosing instead to focus on her balance. As a result, her thong is soon fully exposed, with an inch of skin showing above it.
The bull tips forwards sharply, and Charlotte is thrown down flat on to the bull’s back. Then it starts to make small, rhythmic bucking motions, and Charlotte’s delightful bottom bounces up and down as if she is humping the bull. Several young men have by now gathered around the bull and are whooping in Charlotte’s support.
Then the bucking becomes suddenly more intense, and Charlotte is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her thong entirely on display. She gives the men a wave, then returns to your table, casually tugging her skirt down as she walks.
“That was fantastic!” you say enthusiastically. “So sexy!”
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin. “I love showing off my thong – it’s so wonderfully immodest!”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and Charlotte peruses the options with little apparent interest. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Sliding your hand up her skirt.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where a young man in a bandana explains your options.
“Shall we just run the whole course?” asks Charlotte. “I don’t feel the need to practise.”
“Sure,” you agree.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You get through most of it with ease, nail the trampoline jump, and manage to catch hold of the rope, but then you release it at the wrong moment, fail to stick the landing on the balance beam, and fall off. To the sound of polite applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is already halfway up the ladder when you get there, her miniskirt not quite covering her buttocks. At the top, she does not bother to tug it down before swinging across to the cargo net. Traversing this causes her skirt to ride up still higher, but when she gets to the platform she still leaves it where it is. You pull out your phone as, with her thong almost fully on display, she successfully jumps across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
By now a large crowd has gathered to watch Charlotte. As she slides down the chute, her skirt up around her hips, several people are ready with their phones to take photos or videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent with her skirt no more than a belt around her middle, a couple of inches of bare skin separating it from her thong.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, however, she stops herself by planting her feet on the pads on either side of the bottom of the chute. Her momentum carries her bottom forward to a point directly between the pads, so that her thighs are spread wide apart and her knees end up next to her shoulders. It is the cameras’ (and the spectators’) best view yet of her thong, and it is not a brief one, for Charlotte maintains this position while throwing her fists in the air and whooping, as her excited audience claps and cheers.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she rejoins you and, finally, pulls her skirt down.
“Thank you!” she pants. “That was so much fun!”
“For all of us,” you remark with a grin, and she giggles naughtily.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her skirt.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her top.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte giggles. “I love it!” she says. “Dare accepted.”
She gets up from the table, takes her bag into the ladies’, and returns a minute later. Then, having sat down, she retrieves her thong from her bag, and glances around nervously. Nobody is looking at her, so she reaches down beneath the table and slips first one foot, then the other, into her thong,
She manages to pull it up to mid-thigh while sitting, but then she has a problem: she cannot pull it all the way up without pulling her skirt up as well. She could probably accomplish this while sitting, but to her credit she half stands while tugging both skirt and thong up around her hips. Then she hurriedly pulls her skirt back down, and sits down again.
One or two people are now looking at her curiously, but you do not think they saw much. “Impressive!” you say with a grin. “Congratulations.”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte laughs. “Good one,” she says. “I accept.”
When your waitress brings your food, Charlotte says, “May I have a word with the manager please?”
“Certainly,” says the waitress, surprised. “Is there a problem?”
“Not at all,” says Charlotte. “I just have a question, that’s all.”
“Okay,” says the waitress, looking relieved. “The manager will be right with you.”
She disappears, and a minute later, a middle-aged man emerges from the kitchen and comes to your table. He smiles at Charlotte. “Can I help you?” he asks.
“Yes,” says Charlotte. “And please, have a seat.” She gestures to a chair at the side of your table.
The manager sits down, looking puzzled. “What’s on your mind?” he inquires.
Charlotte smiles at him, and says, “I was just wondering if it would be a problem if I came here in future wearing a shorter skirt.”
The manager looks both surprised and intrigued. He says, “Um, how much shorter are we talking about? Your current one is already pretty short.”
Charlotte stands up, tugging her tight blue skirt down to its fullest extent. “Okay, so this is where the hemline is now. This, I assume, is not a problem for you – I’ve worn this length of skirt here on several occasions.”
“Yes, that’s fine,” says the manager.
“How about this?” asks Charlotte, hiking her skirt up an inch or so. She gives the manager a slow twirl, and you can tell from the way her bottom fills out the skirt that her buttocks are only just covered.
The manager licks his lips. “Um, yes, I suppose that’s fine too.”
“Good,” says Charlotte, “but I was thinking of going a little shorter than that. How about this?” She pulls it up another inch and a half, and slowly twirls on the spot again. This time, her buttocks are peeping out beneath the hem.
The manager stares at Charlotte’s skirt. “Well, that is pretty short,” he admits. “I personally would not kick you out on account of a skirt like that, but if other customers complained, I might have to ask you to cover up a bit...”
“Is my thong showing at the front?” asks Charlotte innocently.
The manager, looking a little red in the face, ducks his head down to the level of her skirt’s hem. “No,” he reports. “So, you’re still decent from the front. That’s something, I suppose.”
Charlotte hikes up her skirt another inch and a half. “How about now?”
Her thong is indeed now peeping below her skirt – you can see it yourself. So can the manager. “Oh ... wow,” he says. “That’s very ... um ... very short.” He looks up at Charlotte quizzically. “You wouldn’t really wear a skirt this short, would you?”
“That depends,” says Charlotte. “Would it get me kicked out of here?”
The manager seems to be sweating now. “I’d personally love to ... um, permit you to wear a skirt of that length here,” he says. “But again, I’d have to ask you to cover up if anyone else complained.”
“So you’d be okay if I were to, for instance, shorten this skirt, right now, to this length?” asks Charlotte.
You look up at her, startled, and she gives you a wink.
The manager swallows, and looks around a little nervously. Several other customers are looking at Charlotte now; fortunately they all seem either curious or amused. The manager clears his throat, and says, “You’d really do that? Right now?”
“Well, I’ll need a pair of scissors,” says Charlotte. “And someone with a steady hand to wield them. Would you mind doing the honours? I’d ask my boyfriend, but he’d only make a hash of it.”
“I’ll be right back,” says the manager. Two minutes later, he has fetched a pair of scissors and is carefully cutting a four-inch strip of material off the bottom of Charlotte’s skirt. “There,” he says eventually. He snips through the band of material he has cut off, and pulls it away.
Charlotte is now wearing the shortest, sexiest skirt you have ever seen. “I’m most obliged to you,” she says to the manager. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” he says. Then he gets up and hurries away back to the kitchen, holding his hands over the lump in the front of his trousers.
“That was amazing!” you say to Charlotte as she sits down. “You really went above and beyond the call of duty there!”
She giggles. “That was so much fun!” she says.
“But now what are you going to do?” you ask her. “Your bottom and thong are showing. Does this mean we can’t do anything else this evening?”
“Not at all,” says Charlotte with a grin. “I intend to act as if I’m dressed perfectly decently, whatever we do after this. I love the idea of being so exposed, and not being able to do a thing about it. It’s very exciting!”
“Not just for you,” you remark.
She giggles. “And if tonight goes well, I think I might just shorten all of my skirts to the same length!”
You gasp. “What about university?”
Charlotte shrugs. “If I get into trouble, I get into trouble,” she says. “The worst that will happen is that I’ll have to go back to wearing longer skirts. It’s not like school, where they would summon my parents. And I seriously doubt they would kick me out for exposing a bit of bottom.”
“I hope you’re right!” you say.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you slide your hand into her top via her neckline and start caressing her breast directly. For the next ten minutes or so, hardly believing your luck, you squeeze and stroke her soft breast flesh and play gently with her nipple. When you attempt to scoop her breast out into the open, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her skirt.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her top.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand on her thigh and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you reach her thong. For the next couple of minutes you stroke her pussy through her thong, and she even spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Run your hands down her back and start caressing her buttocks through her skirt.
Reach up with your right hand and start caressing her left breast through her top.
“Sure – I enjoy table tennis,” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Charlotte’s miniskirt with interest.
The four of you play a couple of matches, during which Charlotte’s skirt continually rides up, getting shorter and shorter until her buttocks and the front of her thong are exposed. Every so often she notices how much she is showing, at which point she gasps and pulls her skirt back down ... but you cannot help noticing that she lets it climb higher and higher each time, and pulls it down less and less far.
Then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s miniskirt intently.
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull up her skirt around her waist. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her thong fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte grimaces. “If you insist,” she says, “though don’t expect me to be drinking.”
“That’s all right,” you say cheerfully. “We don’t need alcohol to have fun.”
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
You turn to Charlotte and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
As you sink your Vaseline-lubed erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Do it to me,” she whispers in your ear. “Do it hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a grin. “They’re so refreshingly brazen about leering at me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both grin lustfully as they stare at Charlotte’s miniskirt. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and you sit next to her. “I love that you wear such short skirts, Charlotte,” says Adolf. “It’s kind of impossible to keep your knickers hidden, isn’t it?”
“Adolf!” you growl in annoyance.
“What are we watching this evening?” asks Charlotte politely.
“Star Trek – the original series,” says Adolf. “On blu-ray.”
“Okay, I’m happy with that,” says Charlotte, nodding.
After one episode, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“I’m going to grab myself a Coke,” says Charlotte, getting up from the bed.
Adolf and Colin stare at her wide-eyed as she drops to all fours and crawls under Colin’s desk. Her skirt rides up high, exposing several inches of her buttocks, and as you and your friends crane your necks to look at her more directly from behind, her thong becomes highly visible as a thin white vertical stripe between her buttocks.
“Good grief,” she says after a moment. “This pack of Coke cans is hard to get into!” On the pretext of struggling with the packaging, she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you and your friends a much better view of her thong-clad pussy.
Adolf and Colin stare at Charlotte’s bottom in delight. Then Adolf says, “Can you get me a Coke too please?” and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Take your time,” says Adolf happily. He sticks his hand into the front of his jeans and begins to masturbate.
“Anything for you, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte, her bottom shifting back and forth as she works on freeing the cans from their packaging. With each movement, her skirt rides up higher and higher.
“A lager please,” you say.
Adolf, unable to control himself any longer, gets up from his chair and tiptoes over to Charlotte. Reaching down, he grabs her buttocks with his hands.
Charlotte squeals beneath the desk. “That had better be my boyfriend!” she exclaims.
You...
Say, “Adolf! Get your hands off my girlfriend’s bottom!”
Grin and watch to see what happens next.
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her miniskirt. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, her thong is highly visible as a white triangle between her thighs, but she makes no attempt to cover it, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her skirt climbs higher and higher ... and she makes no attempt to pull it down until half of her bottom is uncovered. Even then, she only tugs it down half-heartedly, and her buttocks peep out again almost immediately.
Naturally, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. Clearly enjoying the attention, Charlotte eventually stops bothering to pull her skirt down, with the result that her bottom and thong become completely revealed.
Plied with offers of drinks, Charlotte politely declines, and, with her skirt still riding high around her hips, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her buttocks, and she giggles as you pull the back of her skirt up. “Naughty,” she says disapprovingly, but she does not stop you, even when you have hiked her skirt all the way up around her waist.
You kiss her passionately while massaging her bottom. “There’s a homeless chap over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
You tug Charlotte’s skirt down as her bus arrives, and she disengages from you. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says as she boards the bus.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you squeeze and caress her breast, and even lets you pull her top up to fully expose her breasts. She shivers as you bend down and begin sucking on her left nipple.
A minute or so later, you attempt to pull her top up over her head, but at this point she stops you.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying that, but I’d rather you didn’t undress me right here on the street.”
A few minutes later, Charlotte’s bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
As you sink your Vaseline-lubed erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Do it to me,” she whispers in your ear. “Do it hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, reluctantly returning to his chair. “Her bottom just looked so ... tempting!”
“That’s as may be,” you growl, as Charlotte emerges with the drinks, looking rather red-faced. “That doesn’t give you licence to cop a feel.”
“You’re a naughty man, Adolf,” Charlotte scolds him as she hands him his Coke, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is peeping out at the front. She gives you and Colin your lagers, then, “Oops!” she says, finally noticing her skirt and pulling it back down as she sits down next to you. She pops open her Coke can. “Go ahead,” she says.
After a couple more episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, where you give her a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf, grinning, now slides his right hand between Charlotte’s legs, cupping her pussy through her thong. Charlotte hurriedly backs out from under Colin’s desk, and she turns and slaps Adolf’s cheek. “You’re a very naughty man!” she scolds him. “And you can get your own Coke!”
Clutching a Coke and a lager, she gets to her feet, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is peeping out at the front. “Here,” she says to Colin, handing him the lager. Then, finally tugging her skirt down, she sits down with her Coke.
“Um ... my lager?” you say.
“You can get your own too,” she retorts, “for not stopping Adolf.”
Colin and Adolf snort in amusement, and you nod ruefully. “You’re right, I should have,” you say. “I was just curious to see what you would do.”
Charlotte rolls her eyes, and takes a swig of her Coke. “Come on then, let’s watch another episode.”
An hour and a half later, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall with Charlotte. “Sorry for not stopping Adolf,” you say.
Charlotte shrugs. “It’s okay,” she says.
At the bus stop, you take Charlotte in your arms and give her a long kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, I’ll try just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them resting his hand on her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. They are all flattering her and showing off for her, and she seems to be loving every moment of it. She downs another shot, and you notice that the lad with his hand on her leg is now stroking her inner thigh, moving higher and higher as, with his own leg, he gently teases her knees apart. Meanwhile, her masseur is working his hands down her chest towards her breasts.
As the thigh-stroker reaches her thong, however, Charlotte says, “All right chaps – thank you, but I think I need some alone time with my boyfriend now. Nice meeting you all though!”
She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, delighted to see that she is once again wearing an incredibly short sundress that, you guess, covers her panties with only an inch or two to spare, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her dress.
Reach up her dress and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress and into her bra, and you squeeze and fondle her soft flesh, and gently tease her nipple, for a couple of minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “Not in the middle of a lecture,” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and down into her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. The hem of her ultra-short dress rides up, exposing the lower curves of her buttocks. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively.
“How about this?” she asks, hitching her dress up at the sides until her panties are fully revealed.
“Wow!” you say. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and her cheeks turn pink. “Oh gosh,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly chuckles. “My breasts are a little large for that,” she says. “They’d be bouncing around all over the place!”
“Hence the awesomeness,” you remark with a grin.
Polly laughs. “I’ll think about it,” she says.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “Well, nobody’s looking,” she says, “so ... okay!”
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
You hear a faint crackling sound as Polly pushes out some poo. A moment later, her white panties begin to appear beneath the hem of her dress, but she does not stop pushing. In fact, after a pause to take a couple of breaths, she strains again, and this time the bulge grows and grows until it is sagging almost four inches below her hemline. Then she stops and straightens up, and the four inches shrinks to three, though it is still an impressive bulge. By now, of course, you can smell it too.
Polly turns around, her eyes shining in fear and excitement. She reaches back to assess the relative positions of her bulging panties and dress hem, and gulps. “I think I had better go to the toilet and clean up!” she whispers breathlessly. “Hopefully nobody will see my panties on the way out!”
She heads for the door, and you glance around to see if anybody is watching her. Fortunately, everybody seems too engrossed in their lab work to notice her departure. Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was fun!” she says in a low voice.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, dropping her dress; its hem stops about two inches short of covering her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs. “Silly thing – how could I possibly go shorter than this?”
You grin. “Well I dare say it would mean permanent exposure of your panties,” you say. “Which, of course, would be terrible...”
Polly chuckles. “And by ‘terrible’ I suppose you mean ‘awesome’?” she says in amusement.
“Ah yes, that’s the word,” you agree.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely, then she reaches back, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Finally, she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you free your erect penis, and begin to sink it...
Into her vagina.
Into her anus.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Stand up straight and turn to face them.”
Polly shakes her head. “Not while they’re watching,” she says. “They might kick up a fuss, and then we’d both be in trouble.”
“Fair point,” you concede reluctantly.
“Anyway I think they’ve had enough of a show,” says Polly, pulling her dress down. “Shall we get back to work?”
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up to reveal a little of her panties – a fact which is not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer up her dress at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.” She carefully gets to her feet and turns around. “How obvious is it?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over two inches below the hem of her dress. “Fairly obvious,” you admit as you stand up, “but it’s a beautiful sight.”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “Then I don’t mind it being obvious,” she says, and the two of you kiss deeply. Then, hand in hand, you walk to the Geography building, where Polly slips into a toilet to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do another poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely. “Spread your legs apart a little,” you tell her.
Polly moves her feet about eighteen inches apart. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she says. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, but she bravely holds her position. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she actually spreads her feet even further apart. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. One of them pulls out his phone and takes a couple of photos. Then, laughing, the young men continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“Surprisingly well,” she replies. “I’m beginning to enjoy showing off my panties, and I really don’t mind who sees them.”
“Good girl,” you say happily. “I’m proud of you.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
If she would consider going braless.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly stands up and turns to face Neil and Roddy, and you move behind her, catching her dress before it falls to cover her panties. Pulling it up around her middle, you fully expose the front of her panties to Neil and Roddy. Then, with your left arm holding Polly’s dress up, you reach down to her pussy with your right hand, and begin stroking it sensuously through the material of her panties.
You cannot tell what facial expression Polly is presenting to Neil and Roddy, but as she starts to moan softly, you wonder if she has closed her eyes. You begin to slide your hand down into the front of her panties, but at this point she stops you. “Later, okay?”
You nod, and Polly tugs her dress back down. The show clearly being over, Neil and Roddy get back to work, and you and Polly do the same.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and even lets you get your hand inside, but when you try to work your finger into her vagina, she gently pushes your hand away with an apologetic smile. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her pussy through her panties, which she seems quite happy for you to do.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
You chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Right now?” says Polly nervously. “No – too many people. I’m happy to fill my panties later this evening though.”
“I can live with that,” you say with a smile. Then you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who looks disapprovingly at Polly’s dress, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That you would love to see her in shorter dresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly laughs. “I’m sure you would!” she says. “But I don’t think they’d let me in here if I wore anything shorter than this!”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers nervously, then nods. “Okay,” she agrees.
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Can’t believe I’m doing this!” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her panties bulging about an inch and a half below the hem of her dress. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, but nobody seems to have noticed. Fortunately the smell is barely perceptible.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes part of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side; this causes Polly’s dress to ride up higher, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get a nice view of my panties?”
“Yup!” you reply with a grin. “As did everyone else. Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers nervously, then nods. “Okay,” she agrees.
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Can’t believe I’m doing this!” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her panties bulging about two inches below the hem of her dress. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, but nobody seems to have noticed. Fortunately the smell is barely perceptible.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and the two of you agree on a choice. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and into her bra.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the straps of her dress and bra off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
To your delight, Polly lets you get your hand completely inside the cup of her bra, and you squeeze and caress her breast for a minute or so. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress and bra strap off her shoulder, scoop her left breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too.
For most of the rest of the movie, she seems happy to let you continue to fondle and suck on her exposed breasts. But as the end of the film nears, she gently pushes you away and replaces her clothing.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging four inches or so beneath the hem of her dress.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m proud of you.”
She giggles. “I’m sort of proud of myself, too!” she says. “Anyway, I should get home. Walk me to the bus stop?”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which you continue frequently to expose her panties to strangers, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you expose her shoulder and pull her bra cup down, Polly squeals and pulls it back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly with a giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as her white panties begin to bulge beneath the hem of her minidress. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than four inches below her dress.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, then reaches down to grab them and pull them back up. Having dropped her dress back down to cover her panties, she slaps your arm in exasperation. “Not cool!” she says reproachfully, her cheeks bright red.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “Error of judgment.”
“I’ll say!” says Polly.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both laughing.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly laughs. “You know,” she says, “I was thinking earlier, while I was bending over the pool table, what a nice view people would be getting if I weren’t wearing a bra.”
“True,” you agree. “That would indeed be awesome.”
She giggles. “Well all right then, if it’ll make you happy,” she says. Glancing around first to make sure nobody is looking, she reaches back and unhooks her bra, then tugs first one side and then the other out of the sleeves of her dress. Stowing it away in her bag, she turns toward you and says, “Ta daa!”
She looks pretty much the same, you cannot help feeling; perhaps a little less uplifted in the chest, but not noticeably smaller. You step forward and take her breasts in your hands; they feel lovely and soft through her dress, now that their cages have been removed. She giggles as you gently stroke her nipples, arousing them to prominence so that they make little bumps in the fabric.
“All right my love,” she says, laughing. “Let’s get back to work.”
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Polly’s legs with interest.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they choose to sit against the wall behind Polly, and that every time Polly leans over the table to retrieve the ball from the net, their faces light up in sheer joy as they stare at her bottom and (you assume) her exposed panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, you window-shop for a while, and spend some time kissing and cuddling in the little arboretum.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in your panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her bra and puts it back on, followed by her dress and shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Oh God!” Polly whispers as she feels your penis sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Five minutes later, you groan as you pump her bowels full of your sperm.
“Thank you,” whispers Polly as she cuddles you afterwards. “It seems I love being fucked in the arse.”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply with a grin.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress and bra, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her dress riding up over her bottom to expose her white panties. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles a little nervously. “Okay,” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties almost fully exposed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen in alarm, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her minidress. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her dress, when she tugs it down, is about four inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the disapproving looks the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my dress,” she whispers.
“His loss, then,” you say. “Come on – let’s go.”
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, I’d rather you didn’t!” says Polly, slapping his hand away.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are amazed to see that she is wearing, along with a tank top, another heavily butchered miniskirt. It is so short that it does not even fully cover the front of her white thong. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “That skirt is insane!”
“In a good way, I hope,” she replies.
“Yes of course,” you say. “It’s beyond wonderful! I’m just not sure for how long you’ll be able to get away with it.”
“We’ll see,” she says.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Whisper that she looks pretty today.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand up the inside of her top so that you can fondle her breasts directly.
Eventually, Charlotte whispers, “I assume I’m taking notes for both of us?”
“Yes please,” you whisper back as you tease her nipples with your fingers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
She smiles at your compliment, and whispers, “Thank you.”
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
You reach around her carefully, grasp both sides of her top, and pull it up to her armpits. She gasps and pulls it back down over her exposed breasts. “Naughty!” she whispers, slapping your leg with her hand.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte turns and stares at you in amusement. “I’m not exposed enough already?” she inquires.
“I just think it would be cool to see you sitting there in just a top and thong,” you whisper.
“That’s as may be,” she says, “but as little as this skirt covers, I’d like to keep it on during lectures, thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte chuckles. “Not right now, Sweetie,” she says.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
“That skirt’s going to get you into trouble,” you remark ruefully.
Charlotte giggles as she sits down. “Actually I think it would be rather delicious to get into trouble for being too sexy,” she says. “Being sternly lectured by the Principal, perhaps even spanked...”
You chuckle. “And your skirt not even long enough to prevent his hand from striking your bare buttocks...”
Charlotte shivers, and then laughs. “Okay, perhaps I have a fetish,” she says.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte smiles at you. “Patience, Sweetie,” she whispers. “We’ll get some alone time at lunch.”
Afterwards, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
“That skirt’s going to get you into trouble,” you remark ruefully.
Charlotte giggles as she sits down. “Actually I think it would be rather delicious to get into trouble for being too sexy,” she says. “Being sternly lectured by the Principal, perhaps even spanked...”
You chuckle. “And your skirt not even long enough to prevent his hand from striking your bare buttocks...”
Charlotte shivers, and then laughs. “Okay, perhaps I have a fetish,” she says.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her half-bared bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
Charlotte shudders. “Not for a while,” she replies. “I haven’t told them about you yet. Give me a little more time on that one, okay?”
“Sure,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. “Well as nice as that sounds, it’s a little too risky.”
You pout, and she laughs.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her breasts exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white thong exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte calmly lets you massage her buttocks for a minute. Then she chuckles. “Are you going somewhere with this?” she asks.
“Of course,” you say, and you...
Put your hand up her skirt.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
You reach between Charlotte’s thighs and begin stroking her pussy through her thong. “Naughty,” she murmurs approvingly.
Encouraged, you pull her thong aside and slide one finger up into her vagina.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte, arching her back and spreading her feet a few inches farther apart.
Noticing that Neil and Roddy are watching you with wide eyes, you start finger-fucking Charlotte in earnest. She starts moaning, and you look around anxiously to see if anyone else is paying attention.
“That’s enough – Owen’s coming,” says Charlotte a moment later, pushing your hand away and standing up straight.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps as you hoist her skirt up around her waist, exposing her skimpy white thong. To her credit, though, she does not immediately pull her skirt down. “Naughty boy,” she murmurs as you massage her buttocks. She glances around, then says, “Oh look – Neil and Roddy are watching.”
You look around and spot Neil and his partner Roddy, who are working further along the same bench as you and Charlotte. They are both staring, wide-eyed, at Charlotte’s bottom, and when Neil catches your eye he grins and gives you a thumbs-up.
Smiling, you…
Pull Charlotte’s thong halfway down her thighs.
Tell Charlotte to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
“Sure,” says Charlotte. “Where do you want to go?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s nanoskirt attracts plenty of male attention. In fact, when you sit down at a table with Charlotte, she says, rather breathlessly, “You wouldn’t believe how many times my bottom got felt up in that queue!”
“Oh no!” you say. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” says Charlotte, with a little giggle. “Rather exciting actually.”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte glances around nervously as you start to massage her breasts. “I do hope someone doesn’t come along,” she mutters, but you silence her with a kiss to which she eagerly responds.
You bend down and start to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as she holds your head against her chest, stroking your hair.
After a couple of minutes of this, she stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she whispers, pulling her top down. “I don’t want us to get us into trouble.”
For the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen expresses some anxiety about the length of Charlotte’s skirt. “I just don’t want you ... or me ... to get into trouble,” he says.
“I’ll keep out of sight if any professors walk in,” Charlotte assures him.
Some of the female students attempt to give Charlotte a hard time, but she deflects them with assurances that she is dressing this way only for you, and has no intention of stealing anyone’s boyfriend.
At length the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her thong. Then she moans as you slide your hand into the front of her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with another kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen expresses some anxiety about the length of Charlotte’s skirt. “I just don’t want you ... or me ... to get into trouble,” he says.
“I’ll keep out of sight if any professors walk in,” Charlotte assures him.
Some of the female students attempt to give Charlotte a hard time, but she deflects them with assurances that she is dressing this way only for you, and has no intention of stealing anyone’s boyfriend.
At length the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast. Then, when you try to pull up her top, she stops you. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen expresses some anxiety about the length of Charlotte’s skirt. “I just don’t want you ... or me ... to get into trouble,” he says.
“I’ll keep out of sight if any professors walk in,” Charlotte assures him.
Some of the female students attempt to give Charlotte a hard time, but she deflects them with assurances that she is dressing this way only for you, and has no intention of stealing anyone’s boyfriend.
At length the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her thong. “Careful – someone might see,” she says.
You smile as you stroke her pussy through her thong. “Oh dear, that would be bad,” you remark.
“Yes it would!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “Don’t you dare stop though...” She parts her legs a little wider, and you pull her thong to one side so that you can caress her pussy directly. She moans and arches her back, but as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she gasps and pushes your hand away.
“Something wrong?” you ask.
She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen expresses some anxiety about the length of Charlotte’s skirt. “I just don’t want you ... or me ... to get into trouble,” he says.
“I’ll keep out of sight if any professors walk in,” Charlotte assures him.
Some of the female students attempt to give Charlotte a hard time, but she deflects them with assurances that she is dressing this way only for you, and has no intention of stealing anyone’s boyfriend.
At length the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte gasps and says, “Naughty thing! You pull that back up!”
But she makes no attempt to pull her thong back up on her own, so you grin and...
Insert two fingers into her vagina.
Unzip your jeans, take out your erection, and insert it into her vagina.
Charlotte shivers. “All right,” she murmurs, and she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, who both stare wide-eyed at her thong as you put your arms around her from behind, and begin kissing her neck.
“This is so naughty,” Charlotte whispers breathlessly, as you begin massaging her braless breasts through her top. Then, as you start nibbling on her earlobe, you...
Reach down and slowly pull Charlotte’s thong down to expose her pussy.
Slowly pull up her top until her bare breasts are exposed.
Charlotte gasps, but allows you to fully expose her pussy to Neil and Roddy before she grabs her thong and pulls it back up.
“I think they’ve had quite enough of a show already,” she says. She tugs her skirt back down and turns around, looking rather flushed in the cheeks. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps, but allows you to uncover her breasts. “This is so unbelievably naughty,” she whispers excitedly, as you caress and massage her bare breasts while Neil and Roddy stare at her with undisguised lust. Then, while you are tweaking her nipples, she finally stops you.
“I think they’ve had quite enough of a show already,” she says. She tugs her top and skirt back down and turns around, looking rather flushed in the cheeks. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“I don’t think they’ll let me in, dressed like this,” says Charlotte, “but we can give it a try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, but the waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte’s skirt and says, “I’m sorry, but you can’t come in here dressed like that – this is a family restaurant!”
“Oh,” you say, crestfallen, and you head back outside with Charlotte.
“Well I could put my dress on, I suppose,” says Charlotte, “but I’d really rather not. I hate covering myself up like that now.”
“I don’t want you to cover up either,” you say. “So why don’t we...
Head to The Spur and Cactus?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside looks rather shocked by Charlotte’s revealing nanoskirt, but she takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with Charlotte.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte climbs on to the bull’s back with as much modesty as she can muster, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly.
Her tiny skirt rides up immediately to expose her buttocks, and the white thong nestling between them, but she makes no attempt to tug it down, choosing instead to focus on her balance. As a result, her thong is soon fully exposed, with an inch of skin showing above it.
The bull tips forwards sharply, and Charlotte is thrown down flat on to the bull’s back. Then it starts to make small, rhythmic bucking motions, and Charlotte’s delightful bottom bounces up and down as if she is humping the bull. Several young men have by now gathered around the bull and are whooping in Charlotte’s support.
Then the bucking becomes suddenly more intense, and Charlotte is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her thong entirely on display. She gives the men a wave, then returns to your table, casually tugging her skirt down as she walks.
“That was fantastic!” you say enthusiastically. “So sexy!”
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin. “I love showing off my thong – it’s so wonderfully immodest!”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema, turning heads all the way there on account of Charlotte’s indecently short skirt. Once inside, you and Charlotte check to see what movies are showing, while fellow moviegoers begin to congregate around you to stare in shock and amazement at Charlotte’s partially exposed buttocks. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
“Someone’s bound to complain in a minute,” you mutter to Charlotte as you queue up to buy your tickets. “The sooner we’re safely in a darkened auditorium, the better.”
Charlotte giggles. “Possibly, but I’m enjoying listening to the comments.”
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Stroking her pussy through her thong.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where Charlotte is soon surrounded by a little group of male admirers, all vociferous in their appreciation of her tiny skirt. She laughs and thanks them, and invites them to watch her run through the course.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You manage to get through the whole thing, and you whoop victoriously as you slide down the final chute, stopping yourself at the bottom to avoid a soaking. To the sound of enthusiastic applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is halfway up the ladder when you get there, her buttocks already fully uncovered. At the top, she does not bother to tug it down before swinging across to the cargo net. Traversing this causes her skirt to ride up still higher, but when she gets to the platform she still leaves it where it is. You pull out your phone as, with her thong completely on display, she successfully jumps across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
By now a large crowd has gathered to watch Charlotte. As she slides down the chute, her skirt up around her hips, several people are ready with their phones to take photos or videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent with her skirt no more than a belt around her middle, a couple of inches of bare skin separating it from her thong.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, however, she stops herself by planting her feet on the pads on either side of the bottom of the chute. Her momentum carries her bottom forward to a point directly between the pads, so that her thighs are spread wide apart and her knees end up next to her shoulders. It is the cameras’ (and the spectators’) best view yet of her thong, and it is not a brief one, for Charlotte maintains this position while throwing her fists in the air and whooping, as her excited audience claps and cheers.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she rejoins you and, finally, pulls her skirt down.
“Thank you!” she pants. “That was so much fun!”
“For all of us,” you remark with a grin, and she giggles naughtily.
“Perhaps we’d better call it a night,” she says. “Will you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte.
You walk Charlotte to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, as you start thrusting your fingers in and out of her vagina. “You madman!”
You notice that Neil and Roddy have taken out their phones and are taking photos. You attempt to turn Charlotte’s bottom towards them, so that they will have a better view of Charlotte’s vagina being impaled by your fingers, but at this point Charlotte straightens up, turns around, and pulls her thong back up.
“I think they got quite a good enough view, you naughty man,” she says, tugging her skirt down as far as it will go.
Neil walks over. “Thanks for the show!” he says. “Very exciting.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she gasps and turns around, pulling up her thong. “Put that thing away!” she whispers anxiously. “You can’t fuck me in the middle of lab, you madman!”
“I can try,” you reply with a chuckle, as you tuck your penis away and zip yourself up.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you pull up her top to expose her breasts, bend down, and start sucking on her left nipple. For the next ten minutes or so you squeeze, stroke, and nibble on her soft breast flesh and nipples. When you attempt to take off her top completely, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles as she feels you begin to stroke her pussy through her thong, and she spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
“Sure – I enjoy table tennis,” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
The four of you play a couple of matches, during which Charlotte’s skirt quickly rides up around her hips, revealing most of her thong. She half-heartedly tugs it back down a couple of times, but soon stops bothering.
Then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s bottom and thong with big grins on their faces.
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull up her skirt around her waist. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her thong fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte shrugs. “If you like,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
You turn to Charlotte and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a grin. “They’re so refreshingly brazen about leering at me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at the front of Charlotte’s thong, which is peeping below the hem of her nanoskirt. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and you sit next to her. “That skirt’s amazing, Charlotte,” says Adolf. “Does it make you wet to think of all the men staring at your underwear?”
“Adolf!” you growl in annoyance.
“What are we watching this evening?” asks Charlotte politely. “Star Trek again?”
“Yup,” says Colin.
After one episode, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“I’m going to grab myself a Coke,” says Charlotte, getting up from the bed.
Adolf and Colin stare at her wide-eyed as she drops to all fours and crawls under Colin’s desk. Her skirt rides up high, exposing almost the entirety of her buttocks, and as you and your friends crane your necks to look at her more directly from behind, her thong becomes highly visible as a thin white vertical stripe between her buttocks.
“Good grief,” she says after a moment. “This pack of Coke cans is hard to get into!” On the pretext of struggling with the packaging, she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you and your friends a much better view of her thong-clad pussy.
Adolf and Colin stare at Charlotte’s bottom in delight. Then Adolf says, “Can you get me a Coke too please?” and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Take your time,” says Adolf happily. He sticks his hand into the front of his jeans and begins to masturbate.
“Anything for you, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte, her bottom shifting back and forth as she works on freeing the cans from their packaging. With each movement, her skirt rides up higher and higher.
“A lager please,” you say.
Adolf, unable to control himself any longer, gets up from his chair and tiptoes over to Charlotte. Reaching down, he grabs her buttocks with his hands.
Charlotte squeals beneath the desk. “That had better be my boyfriend!” she exclaims.
You...
Say, “Adolf! Get your hands off my girlfriend’s bottom!”
Grin and watch to see what happens next.
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her nanoskirt. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, her thong is highly visible as a white triangle between her thighs, but she makes no attempt to cover it, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her skirt climbs higher and higher ... and she makes no attempt to pull it down until her bottom is fully uncovered. Even then, she only tugs it down half-heartedly, and her buttocks are soon fully exposed again.
Naturally, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. Clearly enjoying the attention, Charlotte eventually stops bothering to pull her skirt down at all, with the result that her bottom and thong remain completely revealed for a lengthy period.
Plied with offers of drinks, Charlotte politely declines, and, with her skirt still riding high around her hips, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte giggles as you pull her skirt all the way up around her waist, and then she sighs happily as you massage her buttocks.
You kiss her passionately while massaging her bottom. “There’s a homeless chap over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
You leave Charlotte’s skirt where it is as her bus arrives, and she does not pull it down as she disengages from you. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says as she boards the bus, much to the driver’s delight.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you pull her top up to fully expose her breasts. She giggles when you grasp her breasts in your hands, then shivers as you bend down and begin sucking on her left nipple.
A minute or so later, you attempt to pull her top up over her head, but at this point she stops you.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying that, but I’d rather you didn’t undress me right here on the street.”
A few minutes later, Charlotte’s bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, reluctantly returning to his chair. “Her bottom just looked so ... tempting!”
“That’s as may be,” you growl, as Charlotte emerges with the drinks, looking rather red-faced. “That doesn’t give you licence to cop a feel.”
“You’re a naughty man, Adolf,” Charlotte scolds him as she hands him his Coke, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is almost fully exposed. She gives you and Colin your lagers, then, “Oops!” she says, finally noticing her skirt and pulling it back down as she sits down next to you. She pops open her Coke can. “Go ahead,” she says.
After a couple more episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, where you give her a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf, grinning, now slides his right hand between Charlotte’s legs, cupping her pussy through her thong. Charlotte hurriedly backs out from under Colin’s desk, and she turns and slaps Adolf’s cheek. “You’re a very naughty man!” she scolds him. “And you can get your own Coke!”
Clutching a Coke and two lagers, she gets to her feet, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is almost fully exposed. “Here,” she says, handing lagers to you and Colin. Then, finally tugging her skirt down, she sits down with her Coke. “Come on then, let’s watch another episode.”
An hour and a half later, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
At the bus stop, you take Charlotte in your arms and give her a long kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, I’ll try just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them resting his hand on her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. They are all flattering her and showing off for her, and she seems to be loving every moment of it. She downs another shot, and you notice that the lad with his hand on her leg is now stroking her inner thigh, moving higher and higher as, with his own leg, he gently teases her knees apart. Meanwhile, her masseur is working his hands down her chest towards her breasts.
As the thigh-stroker reaches her thong, however, Charlotte says, “All right chaps – thank you, but I think I need some alone time with my boyfriend now. Nice meeting you all though!”
She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “This feels so wrong – so wonderfully, deliciously wrong!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I think I’m a fan of anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte purses her lips. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte looks around nervously. “All right,” she whispers. “But only because I’m decidedly horny at the moment!”
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, Charlotte looks rather shocked. “Oh my goodness!” she says breathlessly, fanning her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I just ran out of a lecture!”
“Come on,” you say. “The maintenance room on the top floor is probably the safest place. Nobody is likely to interrupt us there.”
The two of you take a lift up to the top floor, and shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here, use this,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
“That skirt’s going to get you into trouble,” you remark ruefully.
Charlotte giggles as she sits down. “Actually I think it would be rather delicious to get into trouble for being too sexy,” she says. “Being sternly lectured by the Principal, perhaps even spanked...”
You chuckle. “And your skirt not even long enough to prevent his hand from striking your bare buttocks...”
Charlotte shivers, and then laughs. “Okay, perhaps I have a fetish,” she says.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
“That skirt’s going to get you into trouble,” you remark ruefully.
Charlotte giggles as she sits down. “Actually I think it would be rather delicious to get into trouble for being too sexy,” she says. “Being sternly lectured by the Principal, perhaps even spanked...”
You chuckle. “And your skirt not even long enough to prevent his hand from striking your bare buttocks...”
Charlotte shivers, and then laughs. “Okay, perhaps I have a fetish,” she says.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, delighted to see that she is once again wearing an incredibly short sundress that, you guess, covers her panties with only an inch or two to spare, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you.
“No bra today!” she whispers, with a naughty little giggle.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her dress.
Reach up her dress and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress, and you squeeze and fondle her braless breast, and gently tease her nipple, for a few minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly’s eyes widen. “Not in the middle of a lecture,” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “Not during a lecture! Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and down into her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. The hem of her ultra-short dress rides up, exposing the lower curves of her buttocks. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively.
“How about this?” she asks, hitching her dress up at the sides until her panties are fully revealed.
“Wow!” you say. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and her cheeks turn pink. “Oh gosh,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly shudders. “Oh I couldn’t possibly!” she says. “I’d be far too embarrassed!”
“Okay – it was just an idea,” you say with a smile.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “Well, nobody’s looking,” she says, “so ... okay!”
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
You hear a faint crackling sound as Polly pushes out some poo. A moment later, her white panties begin to appear beneath the hem of her dress, but she does not stop pushing. In fact, after a pause to take a couple of breaths, she strains again, and this time the bulge grows and grows until it is sagging almost four inches below her hemline. Then she stops and straightens up, and the four inches shrinks to three, though it is still an impressive bulge. By now, of course, you can smell it too.
Polly turns around, her eyes shining in fear and excitement. She reaches back to assess the relative positions of her bulging panties and dress hem, and gulps. “I think I had better go to the toilet and clean up!” she whispers breathlessly. “Hopefully nobody will see my panties on the way out!”
She heads for the door, and you glance around to see if anybody is watching her. Fortunately, everybody seems too engrossed in their lab work to notice her departure. Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was fun!” she says in a low voice.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, dropping her dress; its hem stops about two inches short of covering her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs. “Silly thing – how could I possibly go shorter than this?”
You grin. “Well I dare say it would mean permanent exposure of your panties,” you say. “Which, of course, would be terrible...”
Polly chuckles. “And by ‘terrible’ I suppose you mean ‘awesome’?” she says in amusement.
“Ah yes, that’s the word,” you agree.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely. Then she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you free your erect penis, and begin to sink it...
Into her vagina.
Into her anus.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Stand up straight and turn to face them.”
Polly shakes her head. “Not while they’re watching,” she says. “They might kick up a fuss, and then we’d both be in trouble.”
“Fair point,” you concede reluctantly.
“Anyway I think they’ve had enough of a show,” says Polly, pulling her dress down. “Shall we get back to work?”
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Here? Now?” she says.
You nod.
“Way too public!” she says. “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up to reveal a little of her panties, and at the front, her dress gapes enough to expose a considerable amount of her unfettered breasts. These facts are not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer up her dress at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.” She carefully gets to her feet and turns around. “How obvious is it?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over two inches below the hem of her dress. “Fairly obvious,” you admit as you stand up, “but it’s a beautiful sight.”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “Then I don’t mind it being obvious,” she says, and the two of you kiss deeply. Then, hand in hand, you walk to the Geography building, where Polly slips into a toilet to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely. “Spread your legs apart a little,” you tell her.
Polly moves her feet about eighteen inches apart. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she says. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, but she bravely holds her position. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she actually spreads her feet even further apart. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. One of them pulls out his phone and takes a couple of photos. Then, laughing, the young men continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“Surprisingly well,” she replies. “I’m beginning to enjoy showing off my panties, and I really don’t mind who sees them.”
“Good girl,” you say happily. “I’m proud of you.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly stands up and turns to face Neil and Roddy, and you move behind her, catching her dress before it falls to cover her panties. Pulling it up around her middle, you fully expose the front of her panties to Neil and Roddy. Then, with your left arm holding Polly’s dress up, you reach down to her pussy with your right hand, and begin stroking it sensuously through the material of her panties.
You cannot tell what facial expression Polly is presenting to Neil and Roddy, but as she starts to moan softly, you wonder if she has closed her eyes. You slide your hand down into the front of her panties, and she gasps as your middle finger slips between her labia to gently stroke her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy watch in fascination as you pleasure your girlfriend in front of them. Then Polly turns around and kisses you passionately; her eyes, looking into yours, are filled with lust.
You hike up the back of her dress, once again fully exposing her panties to Neil and Roddy, and then you whisper, “Polly, my darling...
Do a nice big poo for me, right now.”
Lift up your arms so I can take your dress off.”
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and even lets you get your hand inside, but when you try to work your finger into her vagina, she gently pushes your hand away with an apologetic smile. From then on, you content yourself with merely stroking her pussy through her panties, which she seems quite happy for you to do.
The rest of the lecture passes way too quickly.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
You chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Right now?” says Polly nervously. “No – too many people. I’m happy to fill my panties later this evening though.”
“I can live with that,” you say with a smile. Then you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who looks disapprovingly at Polly’s dress, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That you would love to see her in shorter dresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly laughs. “I’m sure you would!” she says. “But I don’t think they’d let me in here if I wore anything shorter than this!”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers nervously, then nods. “Okay,” she agrees.
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Can’t believe I’m doing this!” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her panties bulging about an inch and a half below the hem of her dress. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, but nobody seems to have noticed. Fortunately the smell is barely perceptible.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes part of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side; this causes Polly’s dress to ride up higher, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get a nice view of my panties?”
“Yup!” you reply with a grin. “As did everyone else. Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers nervously, then nods. “Okay,” she agrees.
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Can’t believe I’m doing this!” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her panties bulging about two inches below the hem of her dress. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, but nobody seems to have noticed. Fortunately the smell is barely perceptible.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and the two of you agree on a choice. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and play with her breast.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the strap of her dress off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
Polly seems quite happy for you to caress her breast. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress off her shoulder, scoop her left breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too.
For most of the rest of the movie, she seems happy to let you continue to fondle and suck on her exposed breasts. But as the end of the film nears, she gently pushes you away and replaces her clothing.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging four inches or so beneath the hem of her dress.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m proud of you.”
She giggles. “I’m sort of proud of myself, too!” she says. “Anyway, I should get home. Walk me to the bus stop?”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which you continue frequently to expose her panties to strangers, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you pull her dress off her shoulder and expose her breast, Polly squeals and pulls the strap back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly with a giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as her white panties begin to bulge beneath the hem of her minidress. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than four inches below her dress.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, then reaches down to grab them and pull them back up. Having dropped her dress back down to cover her panties, she slaps your arm in exasperation. “Not cool!” she says reproachfully, her cheeks bright red.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “Error of judgment.”
“I’ll say!” says Polly.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both laughing.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Polly’s legs with interest.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they choose to sit against the wall behind Polly, and that every time Polly leans over the table to retrieve the ball from the net, their faces light up in sheer joy as they stare at her bottom and (you assume) her exposed panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, you window-shop for a while, and spend some time kissing and cuddling in the little arboretum.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in your panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Oh God!” Polly whispers as she feels your penis sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Five minutes later, you groan as you pump her bowels full of your sperm.
“Thank you,” whispers Polly as she cuddles you afterwards. “It seems I love being fucked in the arse.”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply with a grin.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her dress riding up over her bottom to expose her white panties. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles a little nervously. “Okay,” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties almost fully exposed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen in alarm, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
Polly hesitates, then she strains. You kiss her, and she makes muffled little grunting sounds as she pushes out her poo.
“Whoa! Oh my God!” exclaims Neil, staring in astonishment at the back of Polly’s panties. Roddy is staring too, but he seems lost for words.
Polly giggles. “That’s about enough for now, I think,” she says. “I’d better go and clean up before the smell gets too bad.”
You nod, and Polly tugs her dress back down. Not that this does much good; as she heads to the toilet with her bag, you note that her panties are bulging more than two inches below the hem of her dress.
The show clearly being over, Neil and Roddy get back to work, and you do the same. Five minutes later, Polly rejoins you, with not even a whiff of poo lingering about her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly gasps. “You can’t take my dress off, you silly thing!” she says. “I’d be left in only my panties and shoes!”
“Which would be bad because…?” you say.
Polly chuckles, and tugs her dress back down. “I think our friends have seen quite enough of me for one day,” she remarks.
The show clearly being over, Neil and Roddy get back to work, and you and Polly do the same.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her minidress. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her dress, when she tugs it down, is about four inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the disapproving looks the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my dress,” she whispers.
“His loss, then,” you say. “Come on – let’s go.”
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, I’d rather you didn’t!” says Polly, slapping his hand away.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are very happy to see that she is wearing, along with a tank top, another heavily butchered miniskirt. It is so short that it does not even fully cover the front of her white thong. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “You look incredible!”
“Thank you,” she replies, looking pleased.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand up the inside of her top so that you can fondle her breasts directly.
Eventually, Charlotte whispers, “I assume I’m taking notes for both of us?”
“Yes please,” you whisper back as you tease her nipples with your fingers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
You reach around her carefully, grasp both sides of her top, and pull it up to her armpits. She gasps and pulls it back down over her exposed breasts. “Naughty!” she whispers, slapping your leg with her hand.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte turns and stares at you in amusement. “I’m not exposed enough already?” she inquires.
“I just think it would be cool to see you sitting there in just a top and thong,” you whisper.
“That’s as may be,” she says, “but as little as this skirt covers, I’d like to keep it on during lectures, thank you.”
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte chuckles. “Not right now, Sweetie,” she says.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte looks around nervously. “All right,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her half-bared bottom at you. You smile happily and...
Grab her buttocks with both hands.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
Charlotte shudders. “Not for a while,” she replies. “I haven’t told them about you yet. Give me a little more time on that one, okay?”
“Sure,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her breasts exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white thong exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte calmly lets you massage her buttocks for a minute. Then she chuckles. “Are you going somewhere with this?” she asks.
“Of course,” you say, and you...
Put your hand up her skirt.
Pull her skirt up around her waist.
You reach between Charlotte’s thighs and begin stroking her pussy through her thong. “Naughty,” she murmurs approvingly.
Encouraged, you pull her thong aside and slide one finger up into her vagina.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte, arching her back and spreading her feet a few inches farther apart.
Noticing that Neil and Roddy are watching you with wide eyes, you start finger-fucking Charlotte in earnest. She starts moaning, and you look around anxiously to see if anyone else is paying attention.
“That’s enough – Owen’s coming,” says Charlotte a moment later, pushing your hand away and standing up straight.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps as you hoist her skirt up around her waist, exposing her skimpy white thong. To her credit, though, she does not immediately pull her skirt down. “Naughty boy,” she murmurs as you massage her buttocks. She glances around, then says, “Oh look – Neil and Roddy are watching.”
You look around and spot Neil and his partner Roddy, who are working further along the same bench as you and Charlotte. They are both staring, wide-eyed, at Charlotte’s bottom, and when Neil catches your eye he grins and gives you a thumbs-up.
Smiling, you…
Pull Charlotte’s thong halfway down her thighs.
Tell Charlotte to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
“Sure,” says Charlotte. “Where do you want to go?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s nanoskirt attracts plenty of male attention. In fact, when you sit down at a table with Charlotte, she says, with a little giggle, “I lost count of the number of times my bottom got felt up in that queue!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte smiles happily as you start to massage her breasts. Then you kiss her, and she eagerly responds.
You bend down and start to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as she holds your head against her chest, stroking your hair.
After a few minutes of this, she stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she whispers, pulling her top down. “I don’t want us to get us into trouble.”
For the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about the length of Charlotte’s skirt, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her thong. Then she moans as you slide your hand into the front of her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with a kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about the length of Charlotte’s skirt, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast. Then, when you try to pull up her top, she stops you. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, reluctantly withdrawing your hand.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about the length of Charlotte’s skirt, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her thong. “Careful – someone might see,” she says.
You smile as you stroke her pussy through her thong. “Oh dear, that would be bad,” you remark.
“Yes it would!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “Don’t you dare stop though...” She parts her legs a little wider, and you pull her thong to one side so that you can caress her pussy directly. She moans and arches her back, but as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she gasps and pushes your hand away.
“Something wrong?” you ask.
She looks up at you a little ruefully. “Not that I don’t want you to, but this is rather too public a place.”
You look around at the passing students eyeing you curiously. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about the length of Charlotte’s skirt, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte gasps and says, “Naughty thing! You pull that back up!”
But she makes no attempt to pull her thong back up on her own, so you grin and...
Insert two fingers into her vagina.
Unzip your jeans, take out your erection, and insert it into her vagina.
Charlotte shivers. “All right,” she murmurs, and she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, who both stare wide-eyed at her thong as you put your arms around her from behind, and begin kissing her neck.
“This is so naughty,” Charlotte whispers breathlessly, as you begin massaging her braless breasts through her top. Then, as you start nibbling on her earlobe, you...
Reach down and slowly pull Charlotte’s thong down to expose her pussy.
Slowly pull up her top until her bare breasts are exposed.
Charlotte gasps, but allows you to fully expose her pussy to Neil and Roddy before she grabs her thong and pulls it back up.
“I think they’ve had quite enough of a show already,” she says. She tugs her skirt back down and turns around, looking rather flushed in the cheeks. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte gasps, but allows you to uncover her breasts. “This is so unbelievably naughty,” she whispers excitedly, as you caress and massage her bare breasts while Neil and Roddy stare at her with undisguised lust. Then, while you are tweaking her nipples, she finally stops you.
“I think they’ve had quite enough of a show already,” she says. She tugs her top and skirt back down and turns around, looking rather flushed in the cheeks. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“I don’t think they’ll let me in, dressed like this,” says Charlotte, “but we can give it a try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, but the waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte’s skirt and says, “I’m sorry, but you can’t come in here dressed like that – this is a family restaurant!”
“Oh,” you say, crestfallen, and you head back outside with Charlotte.
“Well I could put my dress on, I suppose,” says Charlotte, “but I’d really rather not. I hate covering myself up like that now.”
“I don’t want you to cover up either,” you say. “So why don’t we...
Head to The Spur and Cactus?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside looks rather shocked by Charlotte’s revealing nanoskirt, but she takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with Charlotte.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte climbs on to the bull’s back with as much modesty as she can muster, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly.
Her tiny skirt rides up immediately to expose her buttocks, and the white thong nestling between them, but she makes no attempt to tug it down, choosing instead to focus on her balance. As a result, her thong is soon fully exposed, with an inch of skin showing above it.
The bull tips forwards sharply, and Charlotte is thrown down flat on to the bull’s back. Then it starts to make small, rhythmic bucking motions, and Charlotte’s delightful bottom bounces up and down as if she is humping the bull. Several young men have by now gathered around the bull and are whooping in Charlotte’s support.
Then the bucking becomes suddenly more intense, and Charlotte is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her thong entirely on display. She gives the men a wave, then returns to your table, casually tugging her skirt down as she walks.
“That was fantastic!” you say enthusiastically. “So sexy!”
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin. “I love showing off my thong – it’s so wonderfully immodest!”
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema, turning heads all the way there on account of Charlotte’s indecently short skirt. Once inside, you and Charlotte check to see what movies are showing, while fellow moviegoers begin to congregate around you to stare in shock and amazement at Charlotte’s partially exposed buttocks. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
“Someone’s bound to complain in a minute,” you mutter to Charlotte as you queue up to buy your tickets. “The sooner we’re safely in a darkened auditorium, the better.”
Charlotte giggles. “Possibly, but I’m enjoying listening to the comments.”
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Stroking her pussy through her thong.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where Charlotte is soon surrounded by a little group of male admirers, all vociferous in their appreciation of her tiny skirt. She laughs and thanks them, and invites them to watch her run through the course.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You manage to get through the whole thing, and you whoop victoriously as you slide down the final chute, stopping yourself at the bottom to avoid a soaking. To the sound of enthusiastic applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is halfway up the ladder when you get there, her buttocks already fully uncovered. At the top, she does not bother to tug it down before swinging across to the cargo net. Traversing this causes her skirt to ride up still higher, but when she gets to the platform she still leaves it where it is. You pull out your phone as, with her thong completely on display, she successfully jumps across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
By now a large crowd has gathered to watch Charlotte. As she slides down the chute, her skirt up around her hips, several people are ready with their phones to take photos or videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent with her skirt no more than a belt around her middle, a couple of inches of bare skin separating it from her thong.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, she attempts to stop herself by planting her feet on the pads on either side of the bottom of the chute, but misses with her left foot. Skewing around with a squeal of alarm, she plunges sideways into the water bath, splashing some of the spectators.
When she emerges, her thin top is clinging delightfully to her breasts, and moreover has become somewhat transparent, so that her nipples are rather visible. This sight elicits yet another cheer from her admirers, which she acknowledges with a bashful grin.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she climbs out of the bath, soaking wet from head to toe.
“Thank you!” she pants, looking rather rueful. “But I didn’t mean to get wet!”
“Well you look fantastic,” you tell her with a grin. “That top just got an awful lot sexier!”
“I don’t really have the chest to carry it off, though!” says Charlotte.
“You’re joking, aren’t you?” you say in surprise. “Your breasts are gorgeous! And to see you in a see-through top is just ... wow!”
She laughs. “You really think so?”
“Trust me, your breasts are flawless,” you tell her fervently.
Charlotte smiles happily. “Walk me to the bus stop?” she says.
“Of course,” you reply. “Don’t you want to dry off and change first though?”
“I’ll do that in the bus,” Charlotte says with a shrug.
When you reach the bus stop, she says playfully, “So, you like seeing me in see-through tops with my nipples showing?”
“God yes,” you respond with a chuckle. “You look phenomenal.”
“Okay then,” says Charlotte. “I think it’s time to take my outfits to the next level. As of tomorrow, I’ll start wearing transparent tops.”
Your jaw drops, and you take her in your arms and kiss her enthusiastically, heedless of her wet clothing. Then, while your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, as you start thrusting your fingers in and out of her vagina. “You madman!”
You notice that Neil and Roddy have taken out their phones and are taking photos. You attempt to turn Charlotte’s bottom towards them, so that they will have a better view of Charlotte’s vagina being impaled by your fingers, but at this point Charlotte straightens up, turns around, and pulls her thong back up.
“I think they got quite a good enough view, you naughty man,” she says, tugging her skirt down as far as it will go.
Neil walks over. “Thanks for the show!” he says. “Very exciting.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she gasps and turns around, pulling up her thong. “Put that thing away!” she whispers anxiously. “You can’t fuck me in the middle of lab, you madman!”
“I can try,” you reply with a chuckle, as you tuck your penis away and zip yourself up.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you pull up her top to expose her breasts, bend down, and start sucking on her left nipple. For the next ten minutes or so you squeeze, stroke, and nibble on her soft breast flesh and nipples. When you attempt to take off her top completely, however, she finally stops you.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles as she feels you begin to stroke her pussy through her thong, and she spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
“Sure – I enjoy table tennis,” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
The four of you play a couple of matches, during which Charlotte’s skirt quickly rides up around her hips, revealing most of her thong. She half-heartedly tugs it back down a couple of times, but soon stops bothering.
Then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s bottom and thong with big grins on their faces.
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull up her skirt around her waist. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her thong fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte shrugs. “If you like,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
You turn to Charlotte and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a grin. “They’re so refreshingly brazen about leering at me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at the front of Charlotte’s thong, which is peeping below the hem of her nanoskirt. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and you sit next to her. “That skirt’s amazing, Charlotte,” says Adolf. “Does it make you wet to think of all the men staring at your underwear?”
“Adolf!” you growl in annoyance.
“What are we watching this evening?” asks Charlotte politely. “Star Trek again?”
“Yup,” says Colin.
After one episode, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“I’m going to grab myself a Coke,” says Charlotte, getting up from the bed.
Adolf and Colin stare at her wide-eyed as she drops to all fours and crawls under Colin’s desk. Her skirt rides up high, exposing almost the entirety of her buttocks, and as you and your friends crane your necks to look at her more directly from behind, her thong becomes highly visible as a thin white vertical stripe between her buttocks.
“Good grief,” she says after a moment. “This pack of Coke cans is hard to get into!” On the pretext of struggling with the packaging, she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you and your friends a much better view of her thong-clad pussy.
Adolf and Colin stare at Charlotte’s bottom in delight. Then Adolf says, “Can you get me a Coke too please?” and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Take your time,” says Adolf happily. He sticks his hand into the front of his jeans and begins to masturbate.
“Anything for you, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte, her bottom shifting back and forth as she works on freeing the cans from their packaging. With each movement, her skirt rides up higher and higher.
“A lager please,” you say.
Adolf, unable to control himself any longer, gets up from his chair and tiptoes over to Charlotte. Reaching down, he grabs her buttocks with his hands.
Charlotte squeals beneath the desk. “That had better be my boyfriend!” she exclaims.
You...
Say, “Adolf! Get your hands off my girlfriend’s bottom!”
Grin and watch to see what happens next.
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her nanoskirt. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, her thong is highly visible as a white triangle between her thighs, but she makes no attempt to cover it, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her skirt climbs higher and higher ... and she makes no attempt to pull it down until her bottom is fully uncovered. Even then, she only tugs it down half-heartedly, and her buttocks are soon fully exposed again.
Naturally, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. Clearly enjoying the attention, Charlotte eventually stops bothering to pull her skirt down at all, with the result that her bottom and thong remain completely revealed for a lengthy period.
Plied with offers of drinks, Charlotte politely declines, and, with her skirt still riding high around her hips, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte giggles as you pull her skirt all the way up around her waist, and then she sighs happily as you massage her buttocks.
You kiss her passionately while massaging her bottom. “There’s a homeless chap over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
You leave Charlotte’s skirt where it is as her bus arrives, and she does not pull it down as she disengages from you. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says as she boards the bus, much to the driver’s delight.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte does not object as you pull her top up to fully expose her breasts. She giggles when you grasp her breasts in your hands, then shivers as you bend down and begin sucking on her left nipple.
A minute or so later, you attempt to pull her top up over her head, but at this point she stops you.
“Now now,” she says disapprovingly. “I was enjoying that, but I’d rather you didn’t undress me right here on the street.”
A few minutes later, Charlotte’s bus arrives, and she boards it. “Thank you for a nice evening,” she says.
You wave and blow her a kiss, and then the bus takes her away. You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, reluctantly returning to his chair. “Her bottom just looked so ... tempting!”
“That’s as may be,” you growl, as Charlotte emerges with the drinks, looking rather red-faced. “That doesn’t give you licence to cop a feel.”
“You’re a naughty man, Adolf,” Charlotte scolds him as she hands him his Coke, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is almost fully exposed. She gives you and Colin your lagers, then, “Oops!” she says, finally noticing her skirt and pulling it back down as she sits down next to you. She pops open her Coke can. “Go ahead,” she says.
After a couple more episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, where you give her a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf, grinning, now slides his right hand between Charlotte’s legs, cupping her pussy through her thong. Charlotte hurriedly backs out from under Colin’s desk, and she turns and swats Adolf’s arm. “You’re a very naughty man!” she scolds him. “And you can get your own Coke!”
Clutching a Coke and two lagers, she gets to her feet, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is almost fully exposed. “Here,” she says, handing lagers to you and Colin. Then, finally tugging her skirt down, she sits down with her Coke. “Come on then, let’s watch another episode.”
An hour and a half later, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
At the bus stop, you take Charlotte in your arms and give her a long kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, I’ll try just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them resting his hand on her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. They are all flattering her and showing off for her, and she seems to be loving every moment of it. She downs another shot, and you notice that the lad with his hand on her leg is now stroking her inner thigh, moving higher and higher as, with his own leg, he gently teases her knees apart. Meanwhile, her masseur is working his hands down her chest towards her breasts.
As the thigh-stroker reaches her thong, Charlotte drinks yet another shot. “You lot are going to get me drunk!” she giggles tipsily. She seems to be unaware that one of the young men is now kneading her breasts through her top, while another is sensuously stroking her pussy through her thong.
When the lad stroking her breasts leans around to kiss her on the lips, however, Charlotte pulls away and says, “All right chaps – thank you, but I think I need some alone time with my boyfriend now. Nice meeting you all though!”
She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “This feels so wrong – so wonderfully, deliciously wrong!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I think I’m a fan of anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
“That skirt’s going to get you into trouble,” you remark ruefully.
Charlotte giggles as she sits down. “Actually I think it would be rather delicious to get into trouble for being too sexy,” she says. “Being sternly lectured by the Principal, perhaps even spanked...”
You chuckle. “And your skirt not even long enough to prevent his hand from striking your bare buttocks...”
Charlotte shivers, and then laughs. “Okay, perhaps I have a fetish,” she says.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
“That skirt’s going to get you into trouble,” you remark ruefully.
Charlotte giggles as she sits down. “Actually I think it would be rather delicious to get into trouble for being too sexy,” she says. “Being sternly lectured by the Principal, perhaps even spanked...”
You chuckle. “And your skirt not even long enough to prevent his hand from striking your bare buttocks...”
Charlotte shivers, and then laughs. “Okay, perhaps I have a fetish,” she says.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, delighted to see that she is once again wearing an incredibly short sundress that, you guess, covers her panties with only an inch or two to spare, as well as exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. You smile happily as she sits down next to you. Judging by the way her breasts are moving beneath her dress, she is once again braless.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her dress.
Reach up her dress and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress, and you squeeze and fondle her braless breast, and gently tease her nipple, for a few minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly shivers. “I don’t think I’m quite ready to do a poo in the middle of a lecture,” she whispers back.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Send her an amusing text.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You surreptitiously send her a funny tweet that you recently favourited, and await her reaction. She feels her phone buzz, glances at it, sees it is from you, reads it ... and snorts with suppressed laughter. Then she grins at you.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “I think the professor might object.”
You snort with laughter and grin at her. She smiles back rather shyly, and you wonder what she is thinking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and whispers, “I’m not quite brave enough to do a poo during a lecture. Later, okay?”
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly hesitates for a moment, then nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She even lets you put your hand up her dress and down into her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Wear shorter dresses.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. The hem of her ultra-short dress rides up, exposing the lower curves of her buttocks. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively.
“How about this?” she asks, hitching her dress up at the sides until her panties are fully revealed.
“Wow!” you say. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and her cheeks turn pink. “Oh gosh,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly giggles. “Oh I couldn’t possibly!” she says. “I’d be far too embarrassed!”
“Okay – it was just an idea,” you say with a smile.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “Well, nobody’s looking,” she says, “so ... okay!”
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
You hear a faint crackling sound as Polly pushes out some poo. A moment later, her white panties begin to appear beneath the hem of her dress, but she does not stop pushing. In fact, after a pause to take a couple of breaths, she strains again, and this time the bulge grows and grows until it is sagging almost four inches below her hemline. Then she stops and straightens up, and the four inches shrinks to three, though it is still an impressive bulge. By now, of course, you can smell it too.
Polly turns around, her eyes shining in fear and excitement. She reaches back to assess the relative positions of her bulging panties and dress hem, and gulps. “I think I had better go to the toilet and clean up!” she whispers breathlessly. “Hopefully nobody will see my panties on the way out!”
She heads for the door, and you glance around to see if anybody is watching her. Fortunately, everybody seems too engrossed in their lab work to notice her departure. Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was fun!” she says in a low voice.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, hikes up her dress, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, dropping her dress; its hem stops about two inches short of covering her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
Polly laughs. “Actually that’s rather a tempting idea – I’ve been enjoying showing off my panties – but I’m afraid I would get into trouble.”
“Possibly,” you concede. “But would they kick you out for that? Unlikely.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. “I suspect it would be a short-lived experiment, at any rate.”
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely. Then she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you free your erect penis, and begin to sink it...
Into her vagina.
Into her anus.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Now turn your bottom towards Neil and Roddy, and fill your panties with poo.”
Polly shivers, but nods. “Okay,” she says. Her face takes on a look of concentration as she begins to push out a large, thick turd. Her panties begin to tent outwards, then expand in all directions as they fill up with an outpouring of poo from her capacious rectum.
Neil and Roddy stare, open-mouthed, as the bulge in Polly’s panties swells to the size of a grapefruit. Then Polly stops pushing, and says, “I should probably save some for later.”
“Your audience seems impressed,” you remark. “Why don’t you wiggle your bum at them?”
Polly giggles, and does so. The look on Neil and Roddy’s face is priceless.
“All right, I think they’ve had enough of a show,” says Polly, standing up straight and pulling her dress down. “I’d better go and clean up.” As she walks sedately towards the door with her bag, her panties are sagging at least two inches below the hem of her dress.
Five minutes later she returns, and the rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where you buy her a drink. While she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Well it’s a little public,” she says, “but what the hell.” She eases herself off her stool, faces away from the bar, and strains.
Watching her from the side, you smile as you see her panties start to bulge down below the hem of her minidress. At this point she stops. “Are my panties showing?” she asks, a little breathlessly.
“Barely, but yes,” you reply.
“Barely?” says Polly. “I’d better keep going then.” She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up with poo until they are bulging more than two inches below the hem of her dress.
The smell is by now rather obvious. Polly giggles in nervous excitement. “Watch to see if anyone notices as I go to the toilet,” she instructs you quietly.
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties very obvious as they sway back and forth beneath her minidress. You look around, and note with satisfaction a couple of people nudging their friends and pointing at Polly. Unfortunately – or, perhaps, fortunately – she is through the door and out of sight before she draws any significant attention. Five minutes later she returns, free of bulge and odour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her hem rises up to reveal a little of her panties, and at the front, her dress gapes enough to expose a considerable amount of her unfettered breasts. These facts are not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
Polly is not a very good player, and you win three games in a row. Then, as two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer up her dress at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.” She carefully gets to her feet and turns around. “How obvious is it?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over two inches below the hem of her dress. “Fairly obvious,” you admit as you stand up, “but it’s a beautiful sight.”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “Then I don’t mind it being obvious,” she says, and the two of you kiss deeply. Then, hand in hand, you walk to the Geography building, where Polly slips into a toilet to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely. “Spread your legs apart a little,” you tell her.
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she bravely spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. Then, laughing, the young men continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where you partner up again.
You have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly shivers, but she barely hesitates as she turns away from Neil and Roddy, arches her back, and begins to strain. Her panties start to tent outwards, and then they rapidly fill up and sag downward under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
“Holy shit, that’s incredible,” mutters Neil, his eyes riveted to the back of Polly’s panties. Roddy is staring too, but he seems lost for words.
Polly giggles. “That’s about enough for now, I think,” she says. “I’d better go and clean up before the smell gets too bad.”
You nod, and Polly straightens up and tugs her dress back down. Not that this does much good; as she heads to the toilet with her bag, you note that her panties are bulging more than two inches below the hem of her dress.
The show clearly being over, Neil and Roddy get back to work, and you do the same. Five minutes later, Polly rejoins you, with not even a whiff of poo lingering about her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging a couple of inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“Not in the middle of a lecture, silly!” Polly whispers.
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
You chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Right now?” says Polly nervously. “No – too many people. I’m happy to fill my panties later this evening though.”
“I can live with that,” you say with a smile. Then you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Sounds good,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and a waitress, who looks disapprovingly at Polly’s dress, takes you to a booth, where you both study the menu.
The meal is nice, and you converse pleasantly with Polly. While you wait for your desserts, you remark...
That you would love to see her in shorter dresses.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
“Okay, cool,” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
A waitress takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you remark...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly laughs. “I’m sure you would!” she says. “But I don’t think they’d let me in here if I wore anything shorter than this!”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers nervously, then nods. “Okay,” she agrees.
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Can’t believe I’m doing this!” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her panties bulging about an inch and a half below the hem of her dress. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, but nobody seems to have noticed. Fortunately the smell is barely perceptible.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes part of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side; this causes Polly’s dress to ride up higher, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get a nice view of my panties?”
“Yup!” you reply with a grin. “As did everyone else. Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers nervously, then nods. “Okay,” she agrees.
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Can’t believe I’m doing this!” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her panties bulging about two inches below the hem of her dress. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, but nobody seems to have noticed. Fortunately the smell is barely perceptible.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, and the two of you agree on a choice. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and play with her breast.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, you buy her a drink and then start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her minidress, right in the middle of the dance floor. Your arousal growing, you...
Pull the back of her dress up in order to fondle her panty-clad buttocks.
Pull the strap of her dress off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
Polly seems quite happy for you to caress her breast. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress off her shoulder, scoop her left breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too.
For most of the rest of the movie, she seems happy to let you continue to fondle and suck on her exposed breasts. But as the end of the film nears, she gently pushes you away and replaces her clothing.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging four inches or so beneath the hem of her dress.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m proud of you.”
She giggles. “I’m sort of proud of myself, too!” she says. “Anyway, I should get home. Walk me to the bus stop?”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
As she feels your hands on her bottom, Polly giggles nervously. “Are you showing my panties off again?” she inquires innocently.
“I am indeed,” you reply with a grin. “And believe me – people are looking.”
Polly giggles again. “This is so naughty!” she shouts.
You caress and squeeze her buttocks through her panties for a few more minutes. Then you let her dress fall to cover her bottom again, and turn her around to face away from you. Putting your arms around her waist, you hike up her dress again to expose her panties at the front. This time Polly can see the faces of the men ogling her, and she gasps in alarm and excitement. You are very proud of her for continuing to dance, regardless.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which you continue frequently to expose her panties to strangers, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
As you pull her dress off her shoulder and expose her breast, Polly giggles and pulls the strap back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Sure,” replies Polly with a giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as her white panties begin to bulge beneath the hem of her minidress. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than four inches below her dress.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, then reaches down to grab them and pull them back up. Having dropped her dress back down to cover her panties, she slaps your arm in exasperation. “Not cool!” she says reproachfully, her cheeks bright red.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “Error of judgment.”
“I’ll say!” says Polly.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both laughing.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Polly’s legs with interest.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they choose to sit against the wall behind Polly, and that every time Polly leans over the table to retrieve the ball from the net, their faces light up in sheer joy as they stare at her bottom and (you assume) her exposed panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, you window-shop for a while, and spend some time kissing and cuddling in the little arboretum.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Another nice dress,” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in your panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh, and your wrist drags the hem her dress upward until it reaches the level of her panties. Then, as you begin to stroke her pussy through the white material, Polly looks around nervously. “People are passing by,” she says.
“Oh dear,” you say, smiling at her. “I suppose they’re going to see your panties.”
“I suppose they are,” says Polly, her eyes wide with excitement.
You pull her dress up higher, to uncover her panties completely. “Spread your legs apart a little,” you tell her.
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she bravely spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and takes a couple of photos. Then, laughing, the young men continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “In fact, I’ve come to a decision.”
“Oh?” you say. “What’s that?”
“I want my panties to show all the time,” says Polly. She opens up her bag, rummages around in it for a moment, then pulls out a pair of scissors. “Here – I want you to shorten my dress.”
“Wow!” you say, taking the scissors. “Are you sure?”
Polly nods, and gets to her feet. “Go for it.”
You kneel up in front of her. “By how much?” you ask.
Polly thinks for a moment, then points with her fingers. You start carefully cutting the dress from the hem up to the point she is indicating, and then you cut horizontally all around the dress as Polly slowly turns on the spot. When the three-inch strip of material finally falls away, her dress does not fully cover her panties even at the front. At the back, the hem is a couple of inches above the lower curves of her buttocks.
“Wow,” you say in awe. “Now that’s a dress!”
Polly giggles. “Thank you,” she says.
By now it is nearly two o’clock, so you and Polly head to the geology lab, where the length of Polly’s dress is met with much consternation. Owen is anxious about getting into trouble if any faculty members walk in, but Polly assures him that she will keep out of sight if that happens, and manages to persuade him to let her stay.
Her fellow female students are concerned on Polly’s behalf; she is a sweet girl and well-liked, and none of them wants to see her get into trouble. They seem to blame you for her new-found exhibitionism, and the mood towards you is rather hostile until Polly convinces them that she is simply indulging a personal fantasy of her own. At that point she appears to lose some respect, but nobody seems inclined to cause trouble for her.
Most of the male students, unsurprisingly, are quite happy with Polly’s new outfit.
The lab begins, and, as always, you have fun working with Polly. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a nice big poo in her panties.
“Oh God!” Polly whispers as she feels your penis sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Five minutes later, you groan as you pump her bowels full of your sperm.
“Thank you,” whispers Polly as she cuddles you afterwards. “It seems I love being fucked in the arse.”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply with a grin.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. You notice that a lot of people are staring at Polly, no doubt on account of the shortness of her dress. Once you have finished eating, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her dress riding up over her bottom to expose her white panties. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about four inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles a little nervously. “Okay,” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties almost fully exposed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen in alarm, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her minidress. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her dress, when she tugs it down, is about four inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the disapproving looks the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my dress,” she whispers.
“His loss, then,” you say. “Come on – let’s go.”
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, I’d rather you didn’t!” says Polly, slapping his hand away.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very obviously beneath the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a couple of puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are very happy to see that she is wearing, along with another thong-revealing nanoskirt, an ultra-sheer crop top through which her breasts are highly visible. You can even make out details of her nipples and areolas. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “And, may I say, holy shit!”
“You may,” she replies, looking both excited and anxious. “Enjoy it while you can – I don’t know for how long I’ll be able to get away with this.”
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand up the inside of her top so that you can fondle her breasts directly.
Eventually, Charlotte whispers, “I assume I’m taking notes for both of us?”
“Yes please,” you whisper back as you tease her nipples with your fingers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her skirt.
You reach around her carefully, grasp both sides of her top, and pull it up to her armpits. She gasps, but does not attempt to pull it back down. “Naughty!” she whispers.
To your delight, she leaves her breasts uncovered throughout the entire lecture, only lifting an arm across them when the professor turns to face the students. He does glance up at Charlotte with a slightly puzzled expression once or twice, but if he suspects there is something going on with her top, he says nothing about it. At the end of the lecture, as the students begin to get up to leave, Charlotte finally pulls her top down.
“You are awesome!” you whisper to her.
“Thanks,” she replies with a little giggle.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Why not?” she murmurs, half to herself. Then, to your delight, she unzips her skirt and subtly slides it down her legs and then off altogether. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while dressed only in a see-through top, thong, and shoes.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her skirt back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte chuckles. “Not right now, Sweetie,” she says.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt and see-through top attract plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte looks around nervously. “All right,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her half-bared bottom at you. Then, as if this were not sexy enough, she pulls her skirt up around her waist, baring her bottom completely. At this point, unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shudders. “Not for a while,” she replies. “I haven’t told them about you yet. Give me a little more time on that one, okay?”
“Sure,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her breasts exposed.
Skirt bunched up around her waist and her white thong exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand up her miniskirt.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and as Charlotte reaches her orgasm and moans into her crooked elbow, the two young men are staring at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina.
Then Roddy says, rather urgently, “Owen’s coming!”
Charlotte gasps in alarm as she looks up and sees Neil and Roddy so close. Then, as they hurry back to their places, she bends down and quickly pulls her thong up. By the time Owen turns the corner, all four of you are working diligently on your assignment.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she gasps and turns around, reaching down to her ankles to pull up her thong. “Put that thing away!” she whispers anxiously. “You can’t fuck me in the middle of lab, you madman!”
“I can try,” you reply with a chuckle, as you tuck your penis away and zip yourself up.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy. Moving behind your girlfriend, you reach around her and pull up her top to expose her breasts. To your great satisfaction, she makes no move to stop you, nor to cover her breasts back up.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning at her naked breasts, he reaches up and grasps them with his hands. Charlotte gasps, and you say…
“Hey, none of that – look but don’t touch.”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Sure,” says Charlotte. “Where do you want to go?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
Pasta La Vista.”
The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s nanoskirt and see-through top attract plenty of male attention. In fact, when you sit down at a table with Charlotte, she says, with a little giggle, “I lost count of the number of times my bottom got felt up in that queue!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte smiles happily as you start to massage her breasts. Then you kiss her, and she eagerly responds.
You bend down and start to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as she holds your head against her chest, stroking your hair.
After a few minutes of this, she stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she whispers, pulling her top down. “I don’t want us to get us into trouble.”
For the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about the length of Charlotte’s skirt, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy through her thong. Then she moans as you slide your hand into the front of her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and quickly tugs her skirt back down. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with a kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about the length of Charlotte’s skirt, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast. Then, when you try to pull up her top, she looks around nervously, but lets you expose her breasts. You smile happily, and bend down to suck on her left nipple.
“This is a little risky!” she mutters, but she soon stops worrying about who might be watching, and closes her eyes, enjoying your attentions.
After a little while you attempt to remove her top completely, but she shakes her head and tugs it back down. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about the length of Charlotte’s skirt, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding all the way up her thigh to her thong. “Careful – someone might see,” she says.
You smile as you stroke her pussy through her thong. “Oh dear, that would be bad,” you remark.
“Yes it would!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “Don’t you dare stop though...” She parts her legs a little wider, and you pull her thong to one side so that you can caress her pussy directly. She moans and arches her back, and as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she moans with pleasure and spreads her thighs wider still. You introduce another finger, and stroke her clitoris with your thumb while you finger-fuck her.
People are beginning to stop and stare at the two of you, but you ignore them as you continue to pleasure Charlotte.
“Oh God! Ahh!! Aahhhh!!!!” Charlotte is barely even attempting to mute the sounds of her pleasure. As her body convulses in the throes of a powerful orgasm, you look around and see you that some of the spectators have now approached quite close. A few are taking photos. You withdraw your fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, replace her thong, and shoo the onlookers away.
Charlotte opens her eyes in time to see the audience dispersing. “Oh my goodness!” she says, her cheeks turning crimson. “Were they all watching?”
“Yup,” you say. “And taking photos, some of them.”
“Ugh, we’re going to get into so much trouble!” she groans.
“Maybe,” you concede.
“On the other hand,” says Charlotte, her eyes shining, “I’ve never had so much fun in all my life! And I really don’t want to stop being naughty in public like this.”
“That’s my girl,” you say affectionately. “And I must say, I’m loving the fact that you haven’t closed your legs.”
Charlotte giggles. “I love seeing people stare at my thong,” she says. “In fact...” She unzips her skirt, tugs it down her legs, folds it up, and tucks it away in her bag. “There,” she says. “No more skirts for me.”
“Wow!” you exclaim, and Charlotte giggles again.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen stares in shock at Charlotte’s thong. “Where’s your skirt?” he inquires.
“Well it’s not like it was hiding much anyway,” says Charlotte. “As I’ve said before, I’ll just keep out of sight if any professors walk in.”
“God!” says April, looking scandalised as she walks past. “Charlotte, you’re wearing less and less every time I see you!”
“Yeah, you’re turning into quite the little slut,” remarks Sue, one of April’s friends.
“I think ‘exhibitionist’ is the more applicable term,” you say, coming to Charlotte’s defence.
“Would you rather I went back to being the preachy Christian?” Charlotte inquires politely.
“No!” say several voices immediately.
“I do think there’s a happy medium, though,” says Polly, a buxom brunette.
“I’m not interested in a happy medium,” says Charlotte. “For my whole life I’ve been told that modesty was the most important characteristic in a woman. Well fuck modesty! I’m finally free of those shackles, and I’ve never felt so alive! If you lot want to run off and report me for indecency, then fine, go ahead, but I’m not going to apologise for showing off my body. It’s been covered up for too long.”
There is a stunned silence after this outburst. Then April says, “As far as I’m concerned, Charlotte, you can dress how you like. I certainly won’t report you. I just don’t think you’ll get away with it for very long.”
There is a murmur of agreement from the other young women nearby.
Charlotte shrugs. “I may not,” she says. “And I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.”
Somewhat pacified, the disapproving female students head off to their customary stations, and you and Charlotte commence working at your own. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Neil, withdrawing his hands.
Putting your arms around Charlotte, you massage her right breast with your left hand, while your right hand slides down her belly, over her bunched-up skirt, and comes to rest on her pussy. You begin to stroke her clitoris with your middle finger, and she moans softly.
As Neil and Roddy watch closely, you bring Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm over the next five minutes. Then Roddy says, “Owen’s coming!” and Charlotte gasps and hurriedly sets about fixing her clothing. When Owen comes around the corner, you and Charlotte are busy working on your project.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer. Then his eyes widen and he exclaims in a whisper, “Look out – Owen’s coming!”
Charlotte gasps and disengages from both you and Neil, then hurriedly sets about fixing her clothing. When Owen comes around the corner, you and Charlotte are busy working on your project.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“I don’t think they’ll let me in, dressed like this,” says Charlotte, “but we can give it a try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, but the waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte’s outfit and says, “I’m sorry, but you can’t come in here dressed like that – this is a family restaurant!”
“Oh,” you say, crestfallen, and you head back outside with Charlotte.
“Well I could put my dress on, I suppose,” says Charlotte, “but I’d really rather not. I hate covering myself up like that now.”
“I don’t want you to cover up either,” you say. “So why don’t we...
Head to The Spur and Cactus?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside looks rather shocked by Charlotte’s see-through top and revealing nanoskirt, but she takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with Charlotte.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Cool!” you say happily.
She walks over to the bull, and the man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up. Charlotte pulls her skirt up around her hips, climbs on to the bull’s back with her thong fully exposed, and grips the handle with her right hand. As the bull begins to slowly buck and rotate, she adjusts her position accordingly.
A small crowd of admiring young men gathers around the bull to cheer Charlotte on, and she smiles at them coquettishly whenever the bull turns her in their direction. Then the bull tips forwards sharply, and Charlotte is thrown down flat on to the bull’s back. It starts to make small, rhythmic bucking motions, and Charlotte’s delightful bottom bounces up and down as if she is humping the bull. Her admirers cheer and whoop in delight.
Then the bucking becomes suddenly more intense, and Charlotte is thrown off. The young men all cheer as she gets to her feet, red-faced and with her thong entirely on display. She gives the men a wave, then returns to your table, casually tugging her skirt down as she walks.
“That was fantastic!” you say enthusiastically.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema, turning heads all the way there on account of Charlotte’s sheer top and indecently short skirt. Once inside, you and Charlotte check to see what movies are showing, while fellow moviegoers begin to congregate around you to stare in shock and amazement at Charlotte’s visible nipples and partially exposed buttocks. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
“Someone’s bound to complain in a minute,” you mutter to Charlotte as you queue up to buy your tickets. “The sooner we’re safely in a darkened auditorium, the better.”
Charlotte giggles. “Possibly, but I’m enjoying listening to the comments.”
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Stroking her pussy through her thong.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where Charlotte is soon surrounded by a little group of male admirers, all vociferous in their appreciation of her tiny skirt and see-through top. She laughs and thanks them, and invites them to watch her run through the course.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You manage to get through the whole thing, and you whoop victoriously as you slide down the final chute, stopping yourself at the bottom to avoid a soaking. To the sound of enthusiastic applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is halfway up the ladder when you get there, her buttocks already fully uncovered. At the top, she does not bother to tug it down before swinging across to the cargo net. Traversing this causes her skirt to ride up still higher, but when she gets to the platform she still leaves it where it is. You pull out your phone as, with her thong completely on display, she successfully jumps across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
By now a large crowd has gathered to watch Charlotte. As she slides down the chute, her skirt up around her hips, several people are ready with their phones to take photos or videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent with her skirt no more than a belt around her middle, a couple of inches of bare skin separating it from her thong.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, she does not even attempt to stop herself, and, with a squeal of excitement, she plunges into the water bath, splashing some of the spectators.
When she emerges, her thin top is clinging delightfully to her breasts, and moreover has become as transparent as cellophane, so that she practically looks topless. This sight elicits yet another cheer from her admirers, which she acknowledges with a bashful grin.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she climbs out of the bath, soaking wet from head to toe.
“Thank you!” she pants, grinning happily. “Walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you reply.
When you reach the bus stop, you take her in your arms and kiss her enthusiastically, heedless of her wet clothing. Then, while your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you pull up her top to expose her breasts, bend down, and start sucking on her left nipple. For the next few minutes or so you squeeze, stroke, and nibble on her soft breast flesh and nipples. When you attempt to take off her top completely, she lifts her arms and ducks her head to make it easier for you. Now topless, she lets you play with her breasts to your heart’s content for the whole of the rest of the movie. Only when the credits roll does she finally put her top back on.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles as she feels you begin to stroke her pussy through her thong, and she spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Pull up her skirt and start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
“Sure – I enjoy table tennis,” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
The four of you play a couple of matches, during which Charlotte’s skirt quickly rides up around her hips, revealing most of her thong. She half-heartedly tugs it back down a couple of times, but soon stops bothering.
Then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s bottom and thong with big grins on their faces.
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull up her skirt around her waist. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her thong fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte shrugs. “If you like,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
You turn to Charlotte and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a grin. “They’re so refreshingly brazen about leering at me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s visible nipples and the front of thong, which is peeping below the hem of her nanoskirt. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and Adolf sits next to her. “I love that top, Charlotte,” he says, reaching up and giving her right breast a gentle squeeze. “You have lovely tits.”
“Adolf, for heaven’s sake!” you exclaim, pulling him off the bed, and sitting yourself down beside Charlotte.
If Charlotte is rattled by Adolf’s presumption, she does not show it. “I assume we’re continuing with Star Trek?” she says.
“Yup,” says Colin.
After one episode, Colin says, “Help yourself to drinks, anyone.”
“I’m going to grab myself a Coke,” says Charlotte, getting up from the bed.
Adolf and Colin stare at her wide-eyed as she drops to all fours and crawls under Colin’s desk. Her skirt rides up high, exposing almost the entirety of her buttocks, and as you and your friends crane your necks to look at her more directly from behind, her thong becomes highly visible as a thin white vertical stripe between her buttocks.
“Ugh,” she says after a moment. “This packaging is ridiculously hard to get into!” On the pretext of struggling with the packaging, she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you and your friends a much better view of her thong-clad pussy.
Adolf and Colin stare at Charlotte’s bottom in delight. Then Adolf says, “Get me a Coke too please”; Colin adds, “And a lager for me”, and you say, “A lager for me too please.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Take your time,” says Adolf happily. Then he gets up from his chair and tiptoes over to Charlotte. Reaching down, he grabs her buttocks with his hands.
Charlotte squeals beneath the desk. “Adolf, you’re a very naughty man!” she exclaims.
You...
Say, “Adolf! Get your hands off my girlfriend’s bottom!”
Grin and watch to see what happens next.
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her outrageous outfit. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, her thong is highly visible as a white triangle between her thighs, but she makes no attempt to cover it, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her skirt climbs higher and higher ... and she makes no attempt to pull it down until her bottom is fully uncovered. Even then, she only tugs it down half-heartedly, and her buttocks are soon fully exposed again.
Naturally, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. Clearly enjoying the attention, Charlotte eventually stops bothering to pull her skirt down at all, with the result that her bottom and thong remain completely revealed for a lengthy period.
Plied with offers of drinks, Charlotte politely declines, and, with her skirt still riding high around her hips, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte giggles as you pull her skirt all the way up around her waist, and then she sighs happily as you massage her buttocks.
You kiss her passionately while massaging her bottom. “There’s a homeless chap over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
“Want to go over there and show me off to him up close?” she asks impishly. “I’m sure it would make his night.”
You chuckle, and reply...
“His night’s already made ... and I’d rather not give the poor bloke a heart attack.”
“All right then – let’s give him a show he’ll never forget!”
Charlotte does not object as you pull her top up to fully expose her breasts. She giggles when you grasp her breasts in your hands, then shivers as you bend down and begin sucking on her left nipple.
A minute or so later, when you attempt to pull her top up over her head, she giggles and raises her arms for you. “Well now you have me topless,” she says. “You naughty man.”
You grin as you tuck her top into her bag. “I dare you to get on the bus like that,” you say.
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Challenge accepted,” she says.
You continue to play with Charlotte’s breasts until her bus arrives. As she boards it, you catch a glimpse of a portly middle-aged driver beaming in delight at Charlotte’s naked breasts. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, reluctantly returning to his chair. “Her bottom just looked so ... tempting!”
“That’s as may be,” you growl, as Charlotte emerges with the drinks, looking rather pink in the cheeks. “That doesn’t give you licence to cop a feel.”
“Here you go, Adolf,” Charlotte says as she hands him his Coke, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is almost fully exposed. She gives you and Colin your lagers, then, “Oops!” she says, finally noticing her skirt and pulling it back down as she sits down next to you. She pops open her Coke can. “Go ahead,” she says.
After a couple more episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, where you give her a kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf, grinning, now slides his right hand between Charlotte’s legs, cupping her pussy through her thong. “Hey, stop that!” says Charlotte, but she continues working to extract cans from their packaging as Adolf gleefully strokes her labia and clitoris through the flimsy material of her thong.
Then, before you have time to react with anything but a “Hey!”, Adolf licks the middle finger of his free hand and, pulling Charlotte’s thong to one side, slides the finger deep into her vaginal opening.
“Jesus, Adolf!” you exclaim.
Charlotte rapidly backs out from under Colin’s desk, and she turns and swats Adolf’s arm. “You’re a very naughty man!” she scolds him. “And you can get your own Coke!”
Adolf merely grins and licks his middle finger. “Mmmm, cunt juice,” he says. “Tasty.”
Charlotte shivers in disgust. Clutching a Coke and two lagers, she gets to her feet, apparently oblivious of the fact that her skirt has ridden up so high that her thong is almost fully exposed. “Here,” she says, handing lagers to you and Colin. Then, finally tugging her skirt down, she sits down with her Coke. “Come on then, let’s watch another episode.”
An hour and a half later, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Outside, you apologise for Adolf’s behaviour. “He’s incorrigible!” you sigh.
Charlotte chuckles. “I find him kind of fascinating,” she admits. “I can’t help wondering how far he would go if neither of us stopped him.”
“All the way, of course,” you tell her. “He’d have had his cock in you thirty seconds later if you had stayed still.”
Charlotte shivers at the thought.
At the bus stop, you take her in your arms and give her a long kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, I’ll try just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them resting his hand on her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. They are all flattering her and showing off for her, and she seems to be loving every moment of it. She downs another shot, and you notice that the lad with his hand on her leg is now stroking her inner thigh, moving higher and higher as, with his own leg, he gently teases her knees apart. Meanwhile, her masseur is working his hands down her chest towards her breasts.
As the thigh-stroker reaches her thong, Charlotte drinks yet another shot. “You lot are going to get me drunk!” she giggles tipsily. She seems to be unaware that one of the young men is now kneading her breasts through her top, while another is sensuously stroking her pussy through her thong.
Then the lad stroking her breasts leans around to kiss her on the lips, and as Charlotte tentatively responds, he pulls up her top and begins caressing her breasts directly. Meanwhile, the other lad has slipped his hand down inside the front of her thong and is eagerly fingering her pussy.
At this point, however, Charlotte pulls away from the kiss with a gasp and says, “All right chaps – this is a lot of fun, but I think I need some alone time with my boyfriend now. Nice meeting you all though!”
She climbs down from her stool, giving you, and everyone else, a great view of her thong, and then she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and fuck me senseless.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You continue to caress Charlotte’s bottom until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte giggles as the two of you head over to talk to the homeless man.
“Hello!” you say to him. “I couldn’t help noticing you noticing my girlfriend here, and I wondered if perhaps you wanted to see more of her.”
The man grins toothlessly. “‘Course I do!” he says. “Lovely girl, she is. ‘Allo, Miss.”
“Good!” you say. “All right Charlotte, take off all of your clothes please.”
Charlotte gasps and stares at you, but only for a moment. Then she lifts up her top, exposing her breasts, and pulls it up over her head. Her shoes come off next, followed by her skirt and thong together. Now completely naked, she steps forward to stand in front of the homeless man.
“Gawd,” he says. “Ain’t you a pretty sight!”
Charlotte shivers. “Okay, well, you’ve had a nice look, but I need to be getting home.” She hurriedly puts her clothes back on, and you escort her back to the bus stop.
“That was great!” you say. “Well done, Sweetie.”
She chuckles. “Sorry I got scared,” she says.
You silence her with a kiss, and cuddle her until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt and sheer top attract plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous, thong-revealing nanoskirt and sheer top attract plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, staring in delight at her white panties, which are peeping below the hem of her drastically shortened sundress. You smile happily as she sits down next to you. Judging by the way her breasts are moving beneath her dress, she is once again braless.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her dress.
Reach between her legs and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress, and you squeeze and fondle her braless breast, and gently tease her nipple, for a few minutes before she nervously pulls your hand out. “You’ll get us into trouble!” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her dress off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her dress off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers, “but I’ll have to slip out immediately afterwards, or the smell will cause chaos in here.”
“Understood,” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Okay, off I go,” says Polly. “Feast your eyes – this is going to be highly visible!”
As she turns away from you and makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties. The grapefruit-sized mass of poo inside them is entirely below the level of the hem of her dress, and the bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down at the professor at the front of the room; he has stopped talking and is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she giggles as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her dress off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You subtly ease the left strap of Polly’s dress off her shoulder, and tug it down her arm until her breast is exposed. She starts into wakefulness, then turns and swats your arm in playful reproach as she pulls her strap back up to cover her breast.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she shivers and shakes her head. “I think it’s too risky,” she says.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “I’d better get out of here before people start noticing the smell!” she whispers. “I’ll be right back.”
She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, an orange-sized lump of poo very obviously nestling in the back of her panties. She pauses by the door, looks back at you with a mischievous grin, and wiggles her bottom for you. The bulge in her panties swings back and forth, and you grin appreciatively at her. Then she hurries through the door. You look around the theatre; nobody seems to have noticed anything.
A few minutes later, Polly returns and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then”, and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. She tugs the sides of her dress up, fully exposing her bottom. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly giggles. “Oh I couldn’t possibly!” she says. “I’d be far too embarrassed!”
“Okay – it was just an idea,” you say with a smile.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly looks around nervously. “Well, nobody’s looking,” she says, “so ... okay!”
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her mostly-exposed panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly gasps in embarrassment as she sees how close they are, but she does not stop pushing, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“This is weirdly erotic,” remarks Neil, scratching his stubbly chin.
“Isn’t it, though?” you agree.
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “I should go and clean up,” says Polly apologetically. Her eyes are shining in excitement.
“Seems a shame,” says Neil. “Why not stay like that until Owen actually asks you to leave?”
“Because I’d rather not get into trouble!” says Polly. “I’ll be right back.”
She heads for the door, her bulging panties swinging back and forth well below the hem of her dress. You glance around to see if anybody is watching her, but it seems everyone but you, Neil and Roddy is too engrossed in their lab work to notice her departure. Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was so much fun!” she says in a low voice.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, her dress is about six inches too short to cover her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely. Then she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you free your erect penis, and begin to sink it...
Into her vagina.
Into her anus.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Now turn your bottom towards Neil and Roddy, and fill your panties with poo.”
Polly shivers, but nods. “Okay,” she says. Her face takes on a look of concentration as she begins to push out a large, thick turd. Her panties begin to tent outwards, then expand in all directions as they fill up with an outpouring of poo from her capacious rectum.
Neil and Roddy stare, open-mouthed, as the bulge in Polly’s panties swells to the size of a grapefruit. Then Polly stops pushing, and says, “I should probably save some for later.”
“Your audience seems impressed,” you remark. “Why don’t you wiggle your bum at them?”
Polly giggles, and does so. The look on Neil and Roddy’s face is priceless.
“All right, I think they’ve had enough of a show,” says Polly, standing up straight. “I’d better go and clean up.” As she walks sedately towards the door with her bag, her panties are sagging at least six inches below the hem of her dress.
Five minutes later she returns, and the rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s outrageous nanodress quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Well it’s a little public,” she says, “but what the hell.” She eases herself off her stool, faces away from the bar, and strains.
Watching her from the side, you smile as a bulge forms in the seat of her panties, her ultra-short dress hiding none of it. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up with poo until they are sagging more than six inches below the hem of her dress.
The smell is by now rather obvious. Polly giggles in nervous excitement. “Watch to see if anyone notices as I go to the toilet,” she instructs you quietly.
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties very obvious as they sway back and forth beneath her tiny dress. You look around, and note with satisfaction several people staring open-mouthed at Polly. Unfortunately – or, perhaps, fortunately – she is through the door and out of sight before any significant commotion results from her accident. Five minutes later she returns, free of bulge and odour, and she is immediately surrounded by people demanding to hear about her ‘accident’.
She fends them off with a great show of embarrassment and mortification, but she is grinning as she rejoins you at the bar. “God, that was intense!” she says. “I think I’m about to get a reputation!”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen again expresses concern over the length of Polly’s dress, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her panties are almost completely revealed, and at the front, her dress gapes enough to expose a considerable amount of her unfettered breasts. These facts are not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are giving Polly’s bottom a squeeze or gentle slap whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, but fortunately the light gropings do not escalate.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen again expresses concern over the length of Polly’s dress, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer up her dress at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Uh-oh,” she says with a shiver. “I suppose I’d better get inside and clean up.” She carefully gets to her feet and turns around. “How does it look?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over six inches below the hem of her dress. “Beautiful,” you say with a smile. “But it’s a long walk to the nearest toilet – everyone will see what you’ve done. Are you going to be okay?”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “I can handle it if you’re by my side,” she says, and the two of you kiss deeply. Then, hand in hand, you walk to the Geography building, ignoring the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen again expresses concern over the length of Polly’s dress, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh to her panties, and begin to stroke her pussy through the white material. Polly looks around a little nervously. “People are looking,” she says.
“Let them look,” you say, smiling at her. “In fact, spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she bravely spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. Then, laughing, the young men continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen again expresses concern over the length of Polly’s dress, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly shivers, but she barely hesitates as she turns away from Neil and Roddy, arches her back, and begins to strain. Her panties start to tent outwards, and then they rapidly fill up and sag downward under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
“Holy shit, that’s incredible,” mutters Neil, his eyes riveted to the back of Polly’s panties. Roddy is staring too, but he seems lost for words.
Polly giggles. “That’s about enough for now, I think,” she says. “I’d better go and clean up before the smell gets too bad.”
As she heads to the toilet with her bag, you note that her bulging panties are sagging more than six inches below the hem of her dress, and, inevitably, one or two people notice, with rather shocked expressions.
The show clearly being over, Neil and Roddy get back to work, and you do the same. Five minutes later, Polly rejoins you, with not even a whiff of poo lingering about her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging several inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “The smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging several inches below the hem of her dress, Polly furtively sneaks to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Okay, I’d better go and clean up!” says Polly.
You reply,
“Actually, I think you should stay like that until the end of the lecture.”
“All right, but take your time leaving the room – I want to savour the view.”
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her dress attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“I just got called a slut AND a skank,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Good for you,” you reply in amusement.
“Oh, and someone felt up my bottom while we were in the queue,” she continues casually. “Do you think I should have slapped him?”
You smile. “It’s entirely up to you how you respond to such things,” you tell her.
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Right now?” says Polly nervously. “No – too many people. I’m happy to fill my panties later this evening though.”
“I can live with that,” you say with a smile. Then you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, but the first waitress that sees you hastily ushers you out. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says to Polly in a shocked voice.
Outside, Polly sighs. “Next suggestion?”
You think for a moment, then say, “How about...
Going to The Spur and Cactus?”
Going back to my halls of residence and having dinner there?”
“Okay, sounds good!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks rather shocked by Polly’s dress, but she does not say anything, and takes you to a table where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you tell Polly...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly considers this idea for a moment, but then shakes her head. “The smell will spread too quickly,” she says. “This place would be in chaos long before the end of the lecture.”
You chuckle. “Chaos might just result from your departure anyway,” you remark.
Polly grins. “Not if I’m careful,” she says. She gets up and makes her way quickly along the bench towards the aisle, her dress too short to cover any of the grapefruit-sized bulge in her panties. She keeps an eye on the professor, and crouches down a little whenever he turns to face the room. Reaching the aisle, she hurries to the door and slips through it without the professor, or anyone else in the room, noticing her ‘accident’.
A few minutes later she returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Did anyone see me?” she asks.
“Nope – you totally got away with it,” you reply with a smile.
Polly nods and says, “Good.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “All right,” she says.
She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, her dress too short to cover any of the grapefruit-sized bulge in her panties. You are very happy to see that she is not hurrying.
The professor, astonished, stops talking and simply stares at Polly as she reaches the aisle. Many of the students turn to see what he is looking at, and several gasps and exclamations erupt before Polly disappears through the door.
“Now now, let’s not judge the poor girl,” says the professor, no doubt in response to some unkind comment. “Perhaps she has a medical condition. Let’s just proceed with the lecture, shall we?”
Polly returns a few minutes later, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Did anyone see me?” she asks.
“Almost everyone, I think,” you reply with a smirk.
Polly blushes, but she quietly says, “Good.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly giggles and looks over at the bull. “All right,” she says, “I’ll do it!”
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly gets up and skips over to the bull, looking both excited and anxious. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes the entirety of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “Did you get a nice view of my panties?”
“Of course!” you reply with a grin. “As did everyone else. Thank you – that was brilliant.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers nervously, then nods. “Okay,” she agrees.
“Awesome!” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Can’t believe I’m doing this!” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her bulging panties sagging about six inches below the hem of her dress. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, and notice a waitress and two diners staring aghast at Polly as she disappears into the ladies’.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down. You wonder whether the waitress will come over and say something, but fortunately she does not.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, but Polly’s dress soon attracts some negative attention. You hear words like “shameless” and “slut” being levelled at Polly.
Fortunately, Polly seems quite untroubled by these comments, and since nobody in authority comes to give her a hard time, the two of you agree on a choice of film. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and play with her breast.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, she almost instantly attracts a small crowd of young men who try to elbow you into the background as they compliment her and offer her drinks. She politely declines and, taking your hand, she leads you over to the bar. After buying her a drink, you start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her dress and panties, right in the middle of the dance floor. Polly does not seem to mind a bit, even when you hike up her dress around her waist, fully exposing her panties. Your arousal growing, you...
Ask her to get up on a platform and put on a show.
Pull the strap of her dress off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
Polly seems quite happy for you to caress her breast. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress off her shoulder, scoop her left breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too.
For most of the rest of the movie, she seems happy to let you continue to fondle and suck on her exposed breasts. But as the end of the film nears, she gently pushes you away and replaces her clothing.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging eight inches or so beneath the hem of her dress.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m proud of you.”
She giggles. “I’m sort of proud of myself, too!” she says. “Anyway, I should get home. Walk me to the bus stop?”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. “I’m not quite tipsy enough to be that brave!” she says.
“Fancy another drink?” you ask her.
She laughs. “All right,” she says.
Ten minutes later, she has climbed up on to a platform and is dancing in full view of several dozen – perhaps even a hundred or more – clubgoers. She looks a little nervous at first, but soon warms up in response to the vocal appreciation of several nearby young men, including yourself, who are enjoying the sight of her constantly-exposed panties.
Polly grabs the hem of her dress and hikes it up well above the waistband of her panties, swishing it around her midriff as she twerks and gyrates and wiggles with more enthusiasm than proficiency.
When she finally climbs down from the platform, she has a lot of admirers all wanting to dance with her. Enjoying the attention, she bends over and twerks in front of a young lad who grabs her hips and starts grinding his crotch against her panty-clad bottom. At this point Polly catches your eye and, looking rather guilty, stands up and trots over to you.
“Sorry!” she says loudly. “Got a bit carried away!”
You smile and reply, “No problem...
But I think you should get back on that platform and do a big poo, as a penance.”
Go ahead and flirt – I actually find it quite a turn-on to see other men getting naughty with you.”
As you pull her dress off her shoulder and expose her breast, Polly giggles and pulls the strap back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Umm ... okay,” replies Polly with a nervous giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as her white panties begin to bulge beneath the hem of her minidress. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than eight inches below her dress.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, then reaches down to grab them and pull them back up. Having dropped her dress back down to partially cover her panties, she slaps your arm in exasperation. “Not cool!” she says reproachfully, her cheeks bright red.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “Error of judgment.”
“I’ll say!” says Polly.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both laughing.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her exposed panties.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a panty show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s nanodress attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Awesome dress!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about eight inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about eight inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Oh God!” Polly whispers as she feels your penis sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Five minutes later, you groan as you pump her bowels full of your sperm.
“Thank you,” whispers Polly as she cuddles you afterwards. “It seems I love being fucked in the arse.”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply with a grin.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her dress riding up over her bottom to expose the whole of her white panties. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about eight inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles a little nervously. “Okay,” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties almost fully exposed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen in alarm, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
Polly laughs. “Tempting,” she says, “but I’m not quite brave enough to do that in front of such a large audience!”
“Bummer,” you reply. “Well you can’t blame me for trying.”
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“All right,” says Polly with a giggle. “Just let me know if it starts making you uncomfortable.”
She dances over to a spot a few feet away from you, and is soon surrounded by a cluster of eager young men. As she bends over and hikes her dress up, one man gets behind her and grabs her hips as she begins twerking. He pulls her bottom against his crotch, and she seems happy to grind her panty-clad pussy against the bulge in his jeans.
When she straightens up, the man puts his arms around her, with one hand grabbing her breast through her dress, and the other reaching down to cup her pussy through her panties. Polly looks at you a little anxiously, and you...
Step forward and say “Hey!”
Grin and give Polly a thumbs-up.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her minidress. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her dress, when she tugs it down, is about eight inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the disapproving looks the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my dress,” she whispers.
“His loss, then,” you say. “Come on – let’s go.”
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, I’d rather you didn’t!” says Polly, slapping his hand away.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The young man immediately lets go of Polly and holds up his hands as she steps away from him and toward you. “Sorry mate, she didn’t seem to be taken.”
“No problem,” you say, but you keep a wary eye on him from that moment on.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Encouraged by your support, Polly, looking a little apprehensive, lets the young man squeeze and caress her breast through her dress, and rub her panty-clad pussy. The latter treatment soon begins to get her aroused, and she closes her eyes and undulates her body sensuously while the young man kisses her neck and massages her clitoris through the increasingly damp material of her panties.
So many cheering men are now crowding around Polly that you lose sight of her for almost a minute. When you finally manage to peer over somebody’s shoulder, you see that Polly’s groper now has his hand inside her panties, and you suspect that he has at least one finger inside her vagina.
At this moment, however, Polly seems to come to her senses, and she wriggles free of the young man’s grasp. “I need to find my boyfriend!” she exclaims, looking very red in the face. She looks around anxiously for you, and you manage to push through the crowd to rejoin her. Taking her hand, you lead her to a different part of the club, where you resume dancing with her.
“Sorry I let him get so far!” says Polly, looking a little worried.
“Don’t be – you were amazing!” you reassure her.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly gasps, and shakes her head. “You don’t know how they’ll react!” she whispers.
“All right, never mind,” you mutter.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she pulls the front of her dress all the way up to her face in order to wipe her brow with it. His face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are delighted and amazed to see that she is again wearing, along with another ultra-sheer crop top through which her breasts are highly visible, nothing other than a skimpy white thong. Her feet are bare; she has clearly decided that shoes are no longer necessary. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Your outfit today is ... oh my fucking god!”
“It is, rather, isn’t it?” she replies, with an anxious little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – I’ll be surprised if I last the day without getting into serious trouble.”
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand up the inside of her top so that you can fondle her breasts directly.
Eventually, Charlotte whispers, “I assume I’m taking notes for both of us?”
“Yes please,” you whisper back as you tease her nipples with your fingers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
You reach around her carefully, grasp both sides of her top, and pull it up to her armpits. She gasps, but does not attempt to pull it back down. “Naughty!” she whispers.
To your delight, she leaves her breasts uncovered throughout the entire lecture, only lifting an arm across them when the professor turns to face the students. He does glance up at Charlotte with a slightly puzzled expression once or twice, but if he suspects there is something going on with her top, he says nothing about it. At the end of the lecture, as the students begin to get up to leave, Charlotte finally pulls her top down.
“You are awesome!” you whisper to her.
“Thanks,” she replies with a little giggle.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Why not?” she murmurs, half to herself. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while dressed only in a see-through top.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte considers your request for a moment, then nods. “All right, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte looks around nervously. “All right,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her half-bared bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shudders. “Not just yet,” she replies. “I’ve told them about you, but I haven’t been very specific about our relationship. Give me a little more time on that one, okay?”
“Sure,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her breasts exposed.
Thong around her ankles and her pussy exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand inside her thong.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and as Charlotte reaches her orgasm and moans into her crooked elbow, the two young men are staring at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina.
Then Roddy says, rather urgently, “Owen’s coming!”
Charlotte gasps in alarm as she looks up and sees Neil and Roddy so close. Then, as they hurry back to their places, she bends down and quickly pulls her thong up. By the time Owen turns the corner, all four of you are working diligently on your assignment.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she gasps and turns around, reaching down to her ankles to pull up her thong. “Put that thing away!” she whispers anxiously. “You can’t fuck me in the middle of lab, you madman!”
“I can try,” you reply with a chuckle, as you tuck your penis away and zip yourself up.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy. Moving behind your girlfriend, you reach around her and pull up her top to expose her breasts. To your great satisfaction, she makes no move to stop you, nor to cover her breasts back up.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning at her naked breasts, he reaches up and grasps them with his hands. Charlotte gasps, and you say…
“Hey, none of that – look but don’t touch.”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s thong and see-through top attract plenty of male attention. In fact, when you sit down at a table with Charlotte, she says, with a little giggle, “I lost count of the number of times my bottom got felt up in that queue!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte smiles happily as you start to massage her breasts. Then you kiss her, and she eagerly responds.
You bend down and start to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as she holds your head against her chest, stroking your hair.
After a few minutes of this, she stops you. “All right, that’s enough,” she whispers, pulling her top down. “I don’t want us to get us into trouble.”
For the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy. Then she moans as you slide one finger between her labia and begin teasing her clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and reaches down to pull her thong back up. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with a kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast. Then, when you try to pull up her top, she looks around nervously, but lets you expose her breasts. You smile happily, and bend down to suck on her left nipple.
“This is a little risky!” she mutters, but she soon stops worrying about who might be watching, and closes her eyes, enjoying your attentions.
After a little while you attempt to remove her top completely, but she shakes her head and tugs it back down. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding into her thong. “Mmmm, yes please,” she says. Parting her legs a little wider, she arches her back, and as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she moans with pleasure and spreads her thighs wider still. You introduce another finger, and stroke her clitoris with your thumb while you finger-fuck her.
People are beginning to stop and stare at the two of you, but you ignore them as you continue to pleasure Charlotte.
“Oh God! Ahh!! Aahhhh!!!!” Charlotte is barely even attempting to mute the sounds of her pleasure. As her body convulses in the throes of a powerful orgasm, you look around and see you that some of the spectators have now approached quite close. A few are taking photos. You withdraw your fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, replace her thong, and shoo the onlookers away.
Charlotte opens her eyes in time to see the audience dispersing. “Oh my goodness!” she says, her cheeks turning crimson. “Looks like we had quite an audience.”
“We did,” you say. “And they were taking photos again.”
Charlotte shivers. “And video too, I hope,” she says.
“Probably,” you chuckle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Neil, withdrawing his hands.
Putting your arms around Charlotte, you massage her right breast with your left hand, while your right hand slides down her belly and comes to rest on her pussy. You begin to stroke her clitoris with your middle finger, and she moans softly.
As Neil and Roddy watch closely, you bring Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm over the next five minutes. Then Roddy says, “Owen’s coming!” and Charlotte gasps and hurriedly sets about fixing her clothing. When Owen comes around the corner, you and Charlotte are busy working on your project.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer. Then his eyes widen and he exclaims in a whisper, “Look out – Owen’s coming!”
Charlotte gasps and disengages from both you and Neil, then hurriedly sets about fixing her clothing. When Owen comes around the corner, you and Charlotte are busy working on your project.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but nods. “If they have topless waitresses, they can hardly complain about my outfit,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte’s outfit and laughs. “Wow!” she says. “Have you come to eat, or are you applying for a job here?”
Charlotte grins. “Just eating today, thanks.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them warily, and after the waitress leaves, she laughs and says, “It’s funny – my old prudish instincts keep trying to kick in.”
A sleazy-looking man in a sparkly jacket speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“I’d love to see you pole-dance, Charlotte.”
“Looks like tops are optional here, Charlotte – how about taking yours off?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside looks rather shocked by Charlotte’s see-through top and thong, and at first she does not want to let you in. After you ask to talk to the manager, however, she relents and takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with Charlotte.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Charlotte laughs. “I’m sure you would, Sweetie, but I have no idea how to do that, and I have no desire to make a fool of myself.”
You nod understandingly, but you feel rather disappointed. The rest of the meal passes without incident, but thanks to the abundant eye candy it is a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “But then I would be naked except for a rather skimpy thong,” she says.
“Well yes, but...” you begin.
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte, and she pulls her top up over her head, then calmly folds it up and puts it on the corner of the table.
“Wow!” you say, staring excitedly at her bare breasts. “You are just ... amazing, Charlotte!”
“Thank you,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte topless, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Cool!” you say happily.
She walks over to the bull and climbs on, and a small crowd of young men quickly gathers around her. As the bull begins to buck and rotate, you get the impression that its operator is doing his best to maximise the amount of time Charlotte’s bottom is in the air, her thong-clad pussy on almost permanent display. For her part Charlotte, hugging the bull’s back as her bottom is bounced up and down and wiggled from side to side, seems in no hurry to sit upright, even when the operator slows the bull’s movements down to give the spectators a better view.
The show goes on for at least ten minutes – clearly the operator has no intention of throwing Charlotte off. Eventually, however, she climbs down and takes a bow, and her audience whoops and cheers.
“That was brilliant!” you say as Charlotte returns to your table.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema, turning heads all the way there on account of Charlotte’s sheer top and thong. Once inside, you and Charlotte check to see what movies are showing, while fellow moviegoers begin to congregate around you to stare in shock and amazement at Charlotte’s visible nipples and exposed buttocks. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
“Someone’s bound to complain in a minute,” you mutter to Charlotte as you queue up to buy your tickets. “The sooner we’re safely in a darkened auditorium, the better.”
Charlotte giggles. “Possibly, but I’m enjoying listening to the comments.”
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Stroking her pussy through her thong.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where Charlotte is soon surrounded by a little group of male admirers, all vociferous in their appreciation of her skimpy thong and see-through top. She laughs and thanks them, and invites them to watch her run through the course.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You manage to get through the whole thing, and you whoop victoriously as you slide down the final chute, stopping yourself at the bottom to avoid a soaking. To the sound of enthusiastic applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is halfway up the ladder when you get there, her buttocks and thong already having attracted a crowd of cheering admirers. At the top, she swings across to the cargo net and climbs across to the platform. You pull out your phone while she is jumping across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
As she slides down the chute, her thighs spread unnecessarily wide apart, several people with their phones out gleefully capture photos and videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, she does not even attempt to stop herself, and, with a squeal of excitement, she plunges into the water bath, splashing some of the spectators.
When she emerges, her thin top is clinging delightfully to her breasts, and moreover has become as transparent as cellophane, so that she practically looks topless. This sight elicits yet another cheer from her admirers, which she acknowledges with a bashful grin.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she climbs out of the bath, soaking wet from head to toe.
“Thank you!” she pants, grinning happily. “Walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you reply.
When you reach the bus stop, you take her in your arms and kiss her enthusiastically, heedless of her wet clothing. Then, while your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you pull up her top to expose her breasts, bend down, and start sucking on her left nipple. For the next few minutes or so you squeeze, stroke, and nibble on her soft breast flesh and nipples. When you attempt to take off her top completely, she lifts her arms and ducks her head to make it easier for you. Now topless, she lets you play with her breasts to your heart’s content.
With about half an hour left of the movie, Charlotte reaches down and pulls her thong off. Then she retrieves something from her bag and hands it to you: a small jar of Vaseline. You get the hint, and as Charlotte stands up and bends over the empty seat in front of her, facing the screen, you move behind her and take out your erection. Lubing it up, you sink it deep into her vagina and begin fucking her with slow strokes.
Thrilled at the thought that any of the moviegoers in front of you could turn around and see you having sex with your naked girlfriend, you take your time, teasing Charlotte with a sensuous, gentle fucking that gradually builds her arousal to orgasmic heights. As she shudders and moans in ecstasy, you speed up the rate of your thrusting, and soon reach your own orgasm, pouring your semen into the depths of her vagina.
Exhausted, the two of you collapse into your seats and watch the last few minutes of the movie. Only when the credits roll does Charlotte finally put her top and thong back on.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles as she feels you begin to stroke her pussy through her thong, and she spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
“Sure – I enjoy table tennis,” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Charlotte’s thong hungrily. “God that’s a sexy outfit, Charlotte! I don’t know how you get away with it.”
“Luck, mostly,” says Charlotte. “And staying out of sight of professors.”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s bottom and thong with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your top?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to cop a feel?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a grin. “I love the way they leer at me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s visible nipples and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and Adolf sits next to her. “I love that you’ve stopped wearing skirts, Charlotte,” he says, reaching between her legs and cupping her pussy through her thong.
“Adolf!” you exclaim, pulling him off the bed, and sitting yourself down beside Charlotte.
If Charlotte is rattled by Adolf’s presumption, she does not show it. “I assume we’re continuing with Star Trek?” she says.
“Yup,” says Colin.
After one episode, Colin says, “Help yourself to drinks, anyone.”
“I’ll get them,” says Charlotte, getting up from the bed. “I know what you all like.”
Adolf and Colin stare at her wide-eyed as she drops to all fours and crawls under Colin’s desk, her thong highly visible as a thin white vertical stripe between her buttocks.
“Ugh,” she says after a moment. “This stupid packaging!” On the pretext of struggling with the packaging, she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you and your friends a much better view of her thong-clad pussy.
Adolf and Colin stare at Charlotte’s bottom in delight. Then Adolf gets up from his chair and tiptoes over to Charlotte. Reaching down, he grabs her buttocks with his hands.
Charlotte squeals beneath the desk, and wiggles her bottom. “Adolf, you naughty man!” she says, with a little giggle.
You...
Say, “Adolf! Get your hands off my girlfriend’s bottom!”
Grin and watch to see what happens next.
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her outrageous outfit. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, she spreads her thighs apart, showing off the front of her thong, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines, and she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte sighs happily as you massage her buttocks. You kiss her passionately, then pull back with a smile. “There’s a homeless chap over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
“Want to go over there and show me off to him up close?” she asks impishly. “I’m sure it would make his night.”
You chuckle, and reply...
“His night’s already made ... and I’d rather not give the poor bloke a heart attack.”
“All right then – let’s give him a show he’ll never forget!”
Charlotte does not object as you pull her top up to fully expose her breasts. She giggles when you grasp her breasts in your hands, then shivers as you bend down and begin sucking on her left nipple.
A minute or so later, when you attempt to pull her top up over her head, she giggles and raises her arms for you. “Well now you have me topless,” she says. “You naughty man.”
You grin as you tuck her top into her bag. “I dare you to get on the bus like that,” you say.
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Challenge accepted,” she says.
You continue to play with Charlotte’s breasts until her bus arrives. As she boards it, you catch a glimpse of a portly middle-aged driver beaming in delight at Charlotte’s naked breasts. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, reluctantly returning to his chair. “Her bottom just looked so ... tempting!”
“That’s as may be,” you growl, as Charlotte emerges with the drinks, looking a little disappointed. “That doesn’t give you licence to cop a feel.”
“Here you go, Adolf,” Charlotte says as she hands him his Coke. She gives you and Colin your lagers, then she sits down next to you. She pops open her Coke can. “Go ahead,” she says.
After a couple more episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, her skimpy outfit turning heads all the way. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf, grinning, now slides his right hand between Charlotte’s legs, cupping her pussy through her thong. “Hey, stop that!” says Charlotte, but she continues working to extract cans from their packaging as Adolf gleefully strokes her labia and clitoris through the flimsy material of her thong.
Then, before you have time to react with anything but a “Hey!”, Adolf licks the middle finger of his free hand and, pulling Charlotte’s thong to one side, slides the finger deep into her vaginal opening.
“Jesus, Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Stop that, Adolf!” Charlotte exclaims, but even now she does not stop him. Adolf introduces another finger, and thrusts both fingers in and out of Charlotte while she finishes getting the drinks. A few seconds later, she backs out from under Colin’s desk, and she turns and swats Adolf’s arm. “You’re a naughty man, Adolf,” she says. “Here’s your Coke.”
Adolf takes the can, then he grins and licks his fingers. “Mmmm, cunt juice,” he says. “Tasty.”
Charlotte shivers in disgust. Clutching a Coke and two lagers, she gets to her feet. “Here,” she says, handing lagers to you and Colin. Then she sits down with her Coke. “Come on then, let’s watch another episode.”
An hour and a half later, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Outside, you say, “Thanks for being such a good sport with Adolf.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Part of me wanted to let him go even further,” she admits.
At the bus stop, you take her in your arms and give her a long kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, perhaps just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them stroking her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. They are all flattering her and showing off for her, and she seems to be loving every moment of it. She downs another shot, and you notice that the thigh-stroker is working his way up towards her thong as he gently teases her knees apart with his leg. Meanwhile, her masseur has slid his hands down her chest to her breasts, which he is squeezing and caressing.
As the thigh-stroker begins stroking her pussy through her thong, Charlotte drinks yet another shot. “You lot are going to get me drunk!” she giggles tipsily. She seems to be unaware that the young man behind her has now pulled up her top to expose her breasts, while the man in front has slipped his hand down inside the front of her thong and is eagerly fingering her pussy.
Then the lad stroking her breasts leans around to kiss her on the lips, and, as Charlotte enthusiastically responds, he gently leans her back until her shoulder-blades come to rest on the newly-vacated bar stool behind her. Meanwhile, as Charlotte’s knees rise up into the air, the young man in front of her begins pulling her thong down her legs.
At this point, however, Charlotte breaks off the kiss with a gasp and struggles off the stools. As she pulls her thong back up, she says, “All right chaps – this is a lot of fun, but I think I need some alone time with my boyfriend now. Nice meeting you all though!”
To the dismay of her cluster of admirers and gropers, she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. “Now I think you should take me back to your room,” she says, “and fuck me senseless.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You continue to caress Charlotte’s bottom until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte giggles as the two of you head over to talk to the homeless man.
“Hello!” you say to him. “Would you like to see some more of my sexy girlfriend?”
The man grins toothlessly. “‘Course I do!” he says. “What a lovely girl. ‘Allo, Miss.”
“Good!” you say. “All right Charlotte, take off all of your clothes please.”
Charlotte hesitates only for a moment. Then she lifts up her top, exposing her breasts, and pulls it up over her head. Her thong follows immediately thereafter. Now completely naked, she steps forward to stand in front of the homeless man.
“Gawd,” he says. “Such a pretty sight!”
Charlotte steps even closer. “Feast your eyes,” she says. Then she gasps as the old man reaches out and cups her pussy with his grubby hand.
“Hey, no touching!” she says, taking a step back. “All right, you’ve had your fun, but I need to be getting home.” She hurriedly puts her clothes back on, and you escort her back to the bus stop.
“That was great!” you say. “Well done, Sweetie.”
She chuckles. “Sorry I got scared,” she says.
You silence her with a kiss, and cuddle her until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her top up and over her head.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her bare breasts.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now wearing only her thong, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, putting her top back on. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull her top up above her breasts. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her breasts fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she walks over to Barry and says, “Barry, I can’t help noticing you seem very interested in my thong. “Would you like to have a little feel?”
“Um, sure!” says Barry. He reaches out, a little hesitantly, and then he cups her pussy through her thong. “Wow...”
“May I have a feel too?” asks Jeff, getting out of his chair.
“I don’t see why not,” says Charlotte, her eyes widening a little as Barry begins gently stroking her pussy.
Jeff comes up behind Charlotte, reaches around her, and grabs hold of her breasts through her top. As he squeezes them, Barry begins to slip his hand inside Charlotte’s thong, which makes her gasp.
“Okay!” she says, pulling away from both young men. “That’s quite enough of that – shall we get back to our game, Sweetie?”
“Sure,” you reply.
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull her top up above her breasts. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her breasts fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte sighs happily as you massage her buttocks. You kiss her passionately, then pull back with a smile. “There’s a homeless chap over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
“Want to go over there and show me off to him up close?” she asks impishly. “I’m sure it would make his night.”
You chuckle, and reply...
“His night’s already made ... and I’d rather not give the poor bloke a heart attack.”
“All right then – let’s give him a show he’ll never forget!”
Charlotte giggles as the two of you head over to talk to the homeless man.
“Hello!” you say to him. “Would you like to see some more of my sexy girlfriend?”
The man grins toothlessly. “‘Course I do!” he says. “What a lovely girl. ‘Allo, Miss.”
“Good!” you say. “All right Charlotte, take off all of your clothes please.”
Charlotte hesitates only for a moment. Then she lifts up her top, exposing her breasts, and pulls it up over her head. Her thong follows immediately thereafter. Now completely naked, she steps forward to stand in front of the homeless man.
“Gawd,” he says. “Such a pretty sight!”
Charlotte steps even closer. “Feast your eyes,” she says. Then she gasps as the old man reaches out and cups her pussy with his grubby hand. She does not stop him, though, and he laughs dirtily as he strokes her labia and clitoris. Then he curls one finger and slides it up into Charlotte’s vagina, and she squeals.
“All right, that’s enough!” she says, taking a step back. “I need to be getting home.” She hurriedly puts her clothes back on, as the old man continues to chuckle and leer at her.
“Thanks for the feel, Charlotte,” he says. “My name’s Terry, by the way. Come back and see me anytime.”
“We might,” you reply with a grin. Then you escort Charlotte back to the bus stop.
“Sorry I got scared,” says Charlotte. “Next time I promise I’ll...”
You silence her with a kiss, and cuddle her until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, staring in delight at her white panties, which are peeping below the hem of her drastically shortened sundress. You smile happily as she sits down next to you. Judging by the way her breasts are moving beneath her dress, she is once again braless.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her dress.
Reach between her legs and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her dress, and you squeeze and fondle her braless breast, and gently tease her nipple, for the next few minutes. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your hand.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her dress off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her dress off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers, “but I’ll have to slip out immediately afterwards, or the smell will cause chaos in here.”
“Understood,” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Okay, off I go,” says Polly. “Feast your eyes – this is going to be highly visible!”
As she turns away from you and makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties. The grapefruit-sized mass of poo inside them is entirely below the level of the hem of her dress, and the bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down at the professor at the front of the room; he has stopped talking and is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she giggles as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her dress off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You subtly ease the left strap of Polly’s dress off her shoulder, and tug it down her arm until her breast is exposed. She starts into wakefulness, then turns and swats your arm in playful reproach as she pulls her strap back up to cover her breast.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she shivers and shakes her head. “I think it’s too risky,” she says.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “I’d better get out of here before people start noticing the smell!” she whispers. “I’ll be right back.”
She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, an orange-sized lump of poo very obviously nestling in the back of her panties. She pauses by the door, looks back at you with a mischievous grin, and wiggles her bottom for you. The bulge in her panties swings back and forth, and you grin appreciatively at her. Then she hurries through the door. You look around the theatre; nobody seems to have noticed anything.
A few minutes later, Polly returns and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. She tugs the sides of her dress up, fully exposing her bottom. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly giggles. “Oh I couldn’t possibly!” she says. “I’d be far too embarrassed!”
“Okay – it was just an idea,” you say with a smile.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her mostly-exposed panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“How you manage to produce so much poo is beyond me,” remarks Neil, scratching his stubbly chin.
“Isn’t it impressive?” you agree.
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “I should go and clean up,” says Polly apologetically. Her eyes are shining in excitement.
“Seems a shame,” says Neil. “Why not stay like that until Owen actually asks you to leave?”
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “All right!”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “It’s probably Polly – she’s always crapping in her panties.”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Polly!” he says. “Please go and clean up!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “I just wanted to finish this analysis.”
“You can finish when you get back,” says Owen. “Go!”
Polly heads for the door, her bulging panties swinging back and forth eight inches below the hem of her dress. Laughter from all around the room accompanies her, as students stand on stools and peer around corners to see her overloaded panties.
Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was so much fun!” she says in a low voice.
“Everyone’s talking about you,” you inform her with a smirk.
“Good, I’m glad,” says Polly with a little shiver.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, her dress is about six inches too short to cover her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her dress up over her head and takes it off entirely. Then she kicks off her shoes, pulls down her panties, and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you exclaim in delight.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you free your erect penis, and begin to sink it...
Into her vagina.
Into her anus.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Now turn your bottom towards Neil and Roddy, and fill your panties with poo.”
Polly shivers, but nods. “Okay,” she says. Her face takes on a look of concentration as she begins to push out a large, thick turd. Her panties begin to tent outwards, then expand in all directions as they fill up with an outpouring of poo from her capacious rectum.
Neil and Roddy stare, open-mouthed, as the bulge in Polly’s panties swells to the size of a grapefruit. Then Polly stops pushing, and says, “I should probably save some for later.”
“Your audience seems impressed,” you remark. “Why don’t you wiggle your bum at them?”
Polly giggles, and does so. The look on Neil and Roddy’s face is priceless.
“All right, I think they’ve had enough of a show,” says Polly, standing up straight. “I’d better go and clean up.” As she walks sedately towards the door with her bag, her panties are sagging at least six inches below the hem of her dress.
Five minutes later she returns, and the rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s outrageous nanodress quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles nervously. “Well it’s a little public,” she says, “but what the hell.” She eases herself off her stool, faces away from the bar, and strains.
Watching her from the side, you smile as a bulge forms in the seat of her panties, her ultra-short dress hiding none of it. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up with poo until they are sagging more than six inches below the hem of her dress.
The smell is by now rather obvious. Polly giggles in nervous excitement. “Watch to see if anyone notices as I go to the toilet,” she instructs you quietly.
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties very obvious as they sway back and forth beneath her tiny dress. You look around, and note with satisfaction several people staring open-mouthed at Polly. Unfortunately – or, perhaps, fortunately – she is through the door and out of sight before any significant commotion results from her accident. Five minutes later she returns, free of bulge and odour, and she is immediately surrounded by people demanding to hear about her ‘accident’.
She fends them off with a great show of embarrassment and mortification, but she is grinning as she rejoins you at the bar. “God, that was intense!” she says. “I think I’m about to get a reputation!”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen again expresses concern over the length of Polly’s dress, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s dress is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her panties are almost completely revealed, and at the front, her dress gapes enough to expose a considerable amount of her unfettered breasts. These facts are not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are giving Polly’s bottom a squeeze or gentle slap whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man giving her bottom a prolonged massage while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen again expresses concern over the length of Polly’s dress, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer up her dress at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over six inches below the hem of her dress. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where comments about Polly’s indecently short dress are relatively muted, having been replaced by mutterings about her panty-pooping habit.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh to her panties, and begin to stroke her pussy through the white material. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. Then, laughing, the young men continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen again expresses concern over the length of Polly’s dress, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly smiles as she turns away from Neil and Roddy, arches her back, and begins to strain. Her panties start to tent outwards, and then they rapidly fill up and sag downward under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
“Holy shit, that’s incredible,” mutters Neil, his eyes riveted to the back of Polly’s panties. Roddy is staring too, but he seems lost for words.
Polly giggles. “That’s about enough for now, I think,” she says. “I’d better go and clean up before the smell gets too bad.”
As she heads to the toilet with her bag, you note that her bulging panties are sagging more than six inches below the hem of her dress, and, inevitably, one or two people notice, with rather shocked expressions.
The show clearly being over, Neil and Roddy get back to work, and you do the same. Five minutes later, Polly rejoins you, with not even a whiff of poo lingering about her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging several inches below the hem of her dress, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging several inches below the hem of her dress, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Okay, I’d better go and clean up!” says Polly.
You reply,
“Actually, I think you should stay like that until the end of the lecture.”
“All right, but take your time leaving the room – I want to savour the view.”
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her dress attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“I just got called a slut AND a skank,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Good for you,” you reply in amusement.
“Oh, and someone felt up my bottom while we were in the queue,” she continues casually. “Do you think I should have slapped him?”
You smile. “It’s entirely up to you how you respond to such things,” you tell her.
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Right now?” says Polly, looking around a little nervously. “Okay...”
She lifts her bottom off her chair and strains. After about twenty seconds, she says, “All right, I’m done.”
“Awesome!” you say. “Now let’s walk out of here, arm in arm, like nothing whatever is out of the ordinary.
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, but the first waitress that sees you hastily ushers you out. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says to Polly in a shocked voice.
Outside, Polly sighs. “Next suggestion?”
You think for a moment, then say, “How about...
Going to The Spur and Cactus?”
Going back to my halls of residence and having dinner there?”
“Okay, sounds good!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks rather shocked by Polly’s dress, but she does not say anything, and takes you to a table where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you tell Polly...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining about it. Polly, having now acquired something of a reputation, is quickly identified as the culprit.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly, turning crimson. “I just didn’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but I think we’d all appreciate it if you left the room right away.”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering angrily to each other, and a couple of them suggest to the professor that Polly should be banned from future lectures.
“Polly can’t help it!” you exclaim, leaping to Polly’s defence. “She has weak bowel control!”
“I don’t think a ban is necessary,” says the professor. “Now let’s continue, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “All right,” she says.
She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, her dress too short to cover any of the grapefruit-sized bulge in her panties. You are very happy to see that she is not hurrying.
The professor, astonished, stops talking and simply stares at Polly as she reaches the aisle. Many of the students turn to see what he is looking at, and several gasps and exclamations erupt before Polly disappears through the door.
“Now now, let’s not judge the poor girl,” says the professor, no doubt in response to some unkind comment. “Perhaps she has a medical condition. Let’s just proceed with the lecture, shall we?”
Polly returns a few minutes later, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Did anyone see me?” she asks.
“Almost everyone, I think,” you reply with a smirk.
Polly blushes, but she quietly says, “Good.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and skips happily over to the bull. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes the entirety of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “I do love any excuse to show off my panties.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly smiles and nods. “Okay,” she agrees. She plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Mmmm, this feels good,” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her bulging panties sagging about six inches below the hem of her dress. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, and notice a waitress and two diners staring aghast at Polly as she disappears into the ladies’.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down. You wonder whether the waitress will come over and say something, but fortunately she does not.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, but Polly’s dress soon attracts some negative attention. You hear words like “shameless” and “slut” being levelled at Polly.
Fortunately, Polly seems quite untroubled by these comments, and since nobody in authority comes to give her a hard time, the two of you agree on a choice of film. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her dress and play with her breast.
Slide your hand up her dress between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, she almost instantly attracts a small crowd of young men who try to elbow you into the background as they compliment her and offer her drinks. She politely declines and, taking your hand, she leads you over to the bar. After buying her a drink, you start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her dress and panties, right in the middle of the dance floor. Polly does not seem to mind a bit, even when you hike up her dress around her waist, fully exposing her panties. Your arousal growing, you...
Ask her to get up on a platform and put on a show.
Pull the strap of her dress off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
Polly seems quite happy for you to caress her breast. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip her dress off her shoulder, scoop her left breast out into the open, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too.
For most of the rest of the movie, she seems happy to let you continue to fondle and suck on her exposed breasts. But as the end of the film nears, she gently pushes you away and replaces her clothing.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging eight inches or so beneath the hem of her dress.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say, and she giggles.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. “I’m not quite tipsy enough to be that brave!” she says.
“Fancy another drink?” you ask her.
She laughs. “All right,” she says.
Ten minutes later, she has climbed up on to a platform and is dancing in full view of several dozen – perhaps even a hundred or more – clubgoers. She looks a little nervous at first, but soon warms up in response to the vocal appreciation of several nearby young men, including yourself, who are enjoying the sight of her constantly-exposed panties.
Polly grabs the hem of her dress and hikes it up well above the waistband of her panties, swishing it around her midriff as she twerks and gyrates and wiggles with more enthusiasm than proficiency.
When she finally climbs down from the platform, she has a lot of admirers all wanting to dance with her. Enjoying the attention, she bends over and twerks in front of a young lad who grabs her hips and starts grinding his crotch against her panty-clad bottom. At this point Polly catches your eye and, looking rather guilty, stands up and trots over to you.
“Sorry!” she says loudly. “Got a bit carried away!”
You smile and reply, “No problem...
But I think you should get back on that platform and do a big poo, as a penance.”
Go ahead and flirt – I actually find it quite a turn-on to see other men getting naughty with you.”
As you pull her dress off her shoulder and expose her breast, Polly giggles and pulls the strap back up. “None of that!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“Sorry!” you yell back.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Umm ... okay,” replies Polly with a nervous giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as her white panties begin to bulge beneath the hem of her minidress. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than eight inches below her dress.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, but she remains in position and does not attempt to pull them up again. Encouraged, you reach between her legs and begin stroking her bare pussy with your fingers. Then, working your middle finger into her vagina, you begin to finger-fuck her while she closes her eyes and begins to moan softly.
Two minutes later, however, with her arousal clearly growing, she suddenly reaches between her legs and pushes your hand away. Pulling her panties back up, she turns around with an apologetic look. “Sorry,” she says, “but I’m just a little nervous about doing this in such a public setting.”
“No problem,” you say with a smile.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both grinning.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Run your hand up her dress.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her exposed panties.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a panty show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s nanodress attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Awesome dress!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about eight inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about eight inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Oh God!” Polly whispers as she feels your penis sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her clothes back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Five minutes later, you groan as you pump her bowels full of your sperm.
“Thank you,” whispers Polly as she cuddles you afterwards. “I love being fucked in the arse.”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply with a grin.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s panty-revealing dress attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her dress, and she kicks off her shoes. Then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her dress riding up over her bottom to expose the whole of her white panties. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her dress, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her dress, which is about eight inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles a little nervously. “Okay,” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties almost fully exposed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen in alarm, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
Polly laughs. “All right,” she says. “I’m sure it’ll get me kicked out of here, but it sounds like fun!”
“Awesome!” you say, and you watch wide-eyed as she climbs back on to the platform.
For a few moments she dances sexily while flapping the hem of her dress around at belly-button level, but then she turns around, bends over, and begins twerking as her admirers cheer and applaud. Nobody but you notices the lump appear in the white material of her panties ... until a few seconds later, when the bulge has reached the size of a small orange. Then some of the men gasp and shout and point in disbelief. As the bulge swells past grapefruit-sized, you hear shouted words like “gross!”, “disgusting!”, and “filthy cow!”
Polly does not stop, however, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity of poo. Then she straightens up and turns around, smiling defiantly as she dances with rather more careful hip movements than before. You cheer and whoop in encouragement, and a couple of the nearby men turn to stare at you as if you are crazy.
You are not the only man still supporting Polly, however. A few of her admirers are still cheering her on, while laughing hysterically at the ridiculous sight they just witnessed. Clearly they think of her performance as a hilarious joke.
Polly’s bouncing panty-bulge soon attracts the notice of a bouncer, however, who comes to the front of her platform and angrily orders her to leave. She hastily descends, and the two of you hurry outside.
“You were amazing in there!” you tell Polly, delighted by her performance.
She giggles. “Thank you,” she says. “That was so much fun!”
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. “I love you so much, Polly!” you say.
“I love you too!” she replies happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“All right,” says Polly with a giggle. “Just let me know if it starts making you uncomfortable.”
She dances over to a spot a few feet away from you, and is soon surrounded by a cluster of eager young men. As she bends over and hikes her dress up, one man gets behind her and grabs her hips as she begins twerking. He pulls her bottom against his crotch, and she seems happy to grind her panty-clad pussy against the bulge in his jeans.
When she straightens up, the man puts his arms around her, with one hand grabbing her breast through her dress, and the other reaching down to cup her pussy through her panties. Polly looks at you a little anxiously, and you...
Step forward and say “Hey!”
Grin and give Polly a thumbs-up.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her minidress. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her dress, when she tugs it down, is about eight inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the disapproving looks the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my dress,” she whispers.
“His loss, then,” you say. “Come on – let’s go.”
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, I’d rather you didn’t!” says Polly, slapping his hand away.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The young man immediately lets go of Polly and holds up his hands as she steps away from him and toward you. “Sorry mate, she didn’t seem to be taken.”
“No problem,” you say, but you keep a wary eye on him from that moment on.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Encouraged by your support, Polly, looking a little apprehensive, lets the young man squeeze and caress her breast through her dress, and rub her panty-clad pussy. The latter treatment soon begins to get her aroused, and she closes her eyes and undulates her body sensuously while the young man kisses her neck and massages her clitoris through the increasingly damp material of her panties.
So many cheering men are now crowding around Polly that you lose sight of her for almost a minute. When you finally manage to peer over somebody’s shoulder, you see that Polly’s groper now has his hand inside her panties, and you suspect that he has at least one finger inside her vagina.
At this moment, however, Polly seems to come to her senses, and she wriggles free of the young man’s grasp. “I need to find my boyfriend!” she exclaims, looking very red in the face. She looks around anxiously for you, and you manage to push through the crowd to rejoin her. Taking her hand, you lead her to a different part of the club, where you resume dancing with her.
“Sorry I let him get so far!” says Polly, looking a little worried.
“Don’t be – you were amazing!” you reassure her.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she pulls the front of her dress all the way up to her face in order to wipe her brow with it. His face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s outrageously short dress and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her large breasts heaving in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s nanodress and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy.
“Stop that!” says Polly, slapping his hand away. “You can look all you want, but don’t touch.”
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter very quickly notices Polly’s bulging panties, and utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
Polly gasps and ducks into the nearest section, which happens to contain lingerie. You follow her, and glance around with interest at the underwear and nightwear on display. “They have some really sexy nighties here!” you remark in surprise. “Wow.”
Polly giggles, and lifts a powder blue babydoll nightie off the rack. “This would make a nice dress, don’t you think?” she says playfully, holding it against her torso.
“Oh my God,” you say, imagining her wearing such a garment to lectures. It is not only too short to cover more than a couple of inches of her panties; it is also so sheer as to be almost transparent. “That would be ... the best thing ever!”
Polly thinks for a long moment. Then she shivers, and smiles in excitement. “Then I’ll do it!” she says. “It’ll probably get me thrown out of university, but what a way to go, right?”
Your eyes are as wide as saucers. “Oh gosh!” you say. “I should really tell you to be sensible and think of your future ... but I so badly want to see you at lectures in one of these nighties!”
“Then that settles it,” says Polly with a grin. She takes four other similar nighties off the rack, having checked their sizes. All are the same length and style as the first, but different colours: pink, white, cream, and pale green. “One for each day of the week,” she says cheerfully. “Now ... how to pay for them without causing a major fuss...”
“Oh,” you say, taking the nighties from her. “This is totally my treat.”
Against her half-hearted objections, you take the nighties over to the counter, and pay for them. Then, leaving the shop, you and Polly head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then picks up her dress and puts it back on, followed by her shoes.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then, giggling naughtily, she puts on one of her new babydoll nighties. “How do I look?”
The effect is breathtaking. “You look amazing!” you say, running your eyes up and down her body. Her large breasts are barely concealed beneath the stretched, sheer, ultra-thin fabric; her nipples and areolas are highly conspicuous. At the front, the garment barely covers any of her panties, and when she gives you a slow twirl, you see that the weight of her poo has caused the waistband of her panties to descend to just below the nightie’s hem.
“I confess I’m a little shy about my breasts showing like this,” says Polly, looking suddenly anxious. “They’re so obnoxiously big.”
You shake your head. “Polly, your breasts are stunningly beautiful,” you tell her earnestly. “You should be incredibly proud of them.”
Polly blushes and smiles happily. “Thank you,” she says. “In that case, I’ll stop worrying about people seeing my breasts. Let them look!”
“That’s the spirit!” you tell her with a grin.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are completely uncovered and very obvious, gets a lot of astonished looks and has some rude comments thrown at her – which she ignores.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus driver’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as Polly boards the bus. He grins happily at her breasts as she shows him her card. Then the doors close, the bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are delighted and amazed to see that she is again wearing, along with another ultra-sheer crop top through which her breasts are highly visible, nothing other than a skimpy white thong. Her feet are bare. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Your outfit today is ... oh my fucking god!”
“It is, rather, isn’t it?” she replies, with an anxious little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – I’m not sure how I haven’t got into trouble yet, but I’ll be surprised if my luck holds out much longer.”
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand up the inside of her top so that you can fondle her breasts directly.
Eventually, Charlotte whispers, “I assume I’m taking notes for both of us?”
“Yes please,” you whisper back as you tease her nipples with your fingers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
You reach around her carefully, grasp both sides of her top, and pull it up to her armpits. She gasps, but does not attempt to pull it back down. “Naughty!” she whispers.
To your delight, she leaves her breasts uncovered throughout the entire lecture, only lifting an arm across them when the professor turns to face the students. He does glance up at Charlotte with a slightly puzzled expression once or twice, but if he suspects there is something going on with her top, he says nothing about it. At the end of the lecture, as the students begin to get up to leave, Charlotte finally pulls her top down.
“You are awesome!” you whisper to her.
“Thanks,” she replies with a little giggle.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Why not?” she murmurs, half to herself. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while dressed only in a see-through top.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “I’d like that too,” she murmurs. “Patience, Sweetie.”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte considers your request for a moment, then nods. “All right, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte looks around nervously. “All right,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her half-bared bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shudders. “Not just yet,” she replies. “I’ve told them about you, but I haven’t been very specific about our relationship. Give me a little more time on that one, okay?”
“Sure,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her breasts exposed.
Thong around her ankles and her pussy exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand inside her thong.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “I’d like that too,” she admits, “but this isn’t the time or place.”
“True,” you agree.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and as Charlotte reaches her orgasm and moans into her crooked elbow, the two young men are staring at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina.
Then Roddy says, rather urgently, “Owen’s coming!”
Charlotte gasps in alarm as she looks up and sees Neil and Roddy so close. Then, as they hurry back to their places, she bends down and quickly pulls her thong up. By the time Owen turns the corner, all four of you are working diligently on your assignment.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she gasps and turns around, reaching down to her ankles to pull up her thong. “Put that thing away!” she whispers anxiously. “You can’t fuck me in the middle of lab, you madman!”
“I can try,” you reply with a chuckle, as you tuck your penis away and zip yourself up.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy. Moving behind your girlfriend, you reach around her and pull up her top to expose her breasts. To your great satisfaction, she makes no move to stop you, nor to cover her breasts back up.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning at her naked breasts, he reaches up and grasps them with his hands. Charlotte gasps, and you say…
“Hey, none of that – look but don’t touch.”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s thong and see-through top attract plenty of male attention. In fact, when you sit down at a table with Charlotte, she says, with a little giggle, “I lost count of the number of times my bottom got felt up in that queue!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte smiles happily as you start to massage her breasts. Then you kiss her, and she eagerly responds.
You lift her top up higher, and she raises her arms so you can take it off entirely. Now dressed only in her thong, she looks a little anxious, but excited. You bend down and start to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as she holds your head against her chest, stroking your hair.
A couple of students pass by, and they stare in shock at you and Charlotte. “All right, that’s enough,” Charlotte whispers, picking up her top and putting it back on. “It’s only a matter of time before a professor comes along.”
For the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy. Then she moans as you slide one finger between her labia and begin teasing her clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and reaches down to pull her thong back up. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with a kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast. When you pull up her top, she looks around nervously, but lets you expose her breasts. You smile happily, and bend down to suck on her left nipple.
“This is a little risky!” she mutters, but she soon stops worrying about who might be watching, and closes her eyes, enjoying your attentions.
After a little while you attempt to remove her top completely, but she shakes her head and tugs it back down. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding into her thong. “Mmmm, yes please,” she says. Parting her legs a little wider, she arches her back, and as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she moans with pleasure and spreads her thighs wider still. You introduce another finger, and stroke her clitoris with your thumb while you finger-fuck her.
People are beginning to stop and stare at the two of you, but you ignore them as you continue to pleasure Charlotte.
“Oh God! Ahh!! Aahhhh!!!!” Charlotte is barely even attempting to mute the sounds of her pleasure. As her body convulses in the throes of a powerful orgasm, you look around and see you that some of the spectators have now approached quite close. A few are taking photos. You withdraw your fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, replace her thong, and shoo the onlookers away.
Charlotte opens her eyes in time to see the audience dispersing. “Oh my goodness!” she says, her cheeks turning crimson. “Looks like we had quite an audience.”
“We did,” you say. “And they were taking photos again.”
Charlotte shivers. “And video too, I hope,” she says.
“Probably,” you chuckle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Neil, withdrawing his hands.
Putting your arms around Charlotte, you massage her right breast with your left hand, while your right hand slides down her belly and comes to rest on her pussy. You begin to stroke her clitoris with your middle finger, and she moans softly.
As Neil and Roddy watch closely, you bring Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm over the next five minutes. Then Roddy says, “Owen’s coming!” and Charlotte gasps and hurriedly sets about fixing her clothing. When Owen comes around the corner, you and Charlotte are busy working on your project.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer. Then his eyes widen and he exclaims in a whisper, “Look out – Owen’s coming!”
Charlotte gasps and disengages from both you and Neil, then hurriedly sets about fixing her clothing. When Owen comes around the corner, you and Charlotte are busy working on your project.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but nods. “If they have topless waitresses, they can hardly complain about my outfit,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte’s outfit and laughs. “Wow!” she says. “Have you come to eat, or are you applying for a job here?”
Charlotte grins. “Just eating today, thanks.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them warily, and after the waitress leaves, she laughs and says, “It’s funny – my old prudish instincts keep trying to kick in.”
A sleazy-looking man in a sparkly jacket speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“I’d love to see you pole-dance, Charlotte.”
“Looks like tops are optional here, Charlotte – how about taking yours off?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside looks rather shocked by Charlotte’s see-through top and thong, and at first she does not want to let you in. After you ask to talk to the manager, however, she relents and takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with Charlotte.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Charlotte laughs. “I’m sure you would, Sweetie, but I have no idea how to do that, and I have no desire to make a fool of myself.”
You nod understandingly, but you feel rather disappointed. The rest of the meal passes without incident, but thanks to the abundant eye candy it is a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “But then I would be naked except for a rather skimpy thong,” she says.
“Well yes, but...” you begin.
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte, and she pulls her top up over her head, then calmly folds it up and puts it on the corner of the table.
“Wow!” you say, staring excitedly at her bare breasts. “You are just ... amazing, Charlotte!”
“Thank you,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte topless, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Cool!” you say happily.
She walks over to the bull and climbs on, and a small crowd of young men quickly gathers around her. As the bull begins to buck and rotate, you get the impression that its operator is doing his best to maximise the amount of time Charlotte’s bottom is in the air, her thong-clad pussy on almost permanent display. For her part Charlotte, hugging the bull’s back as her bottom is bounced up and down and wiggled from side to side, seems in no hurry to sit upright, even when the operator slows the bull’s movements down to give the spectators a better view.
The show goes on for at least ten minutes – clearly the operator has no intention of throwing Charlotte off. Eventually, however, she climbs down and takes a bow, and her audience whoops and cheers.
“That was brilliant!” you say as Charlotte returns to your table.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema, turning heads all the way there on account of Charlotte’s sheer top and thong. Once inside, you and Charlotte check to see what movies are showing, while fellow moviegoers begin to congregate around you to stare in shock and amazement at Charlotte’s visible nipples and exposed buttocks. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
“Someone’s bound to complain in a minute,” you mutter to Charlotte as you queue up to buy your tickets. “The sooner we’re safely in a darkened auditorium, the better.”
Charlotte giggles. “Possibly, but I’m enjoying listening to the comments.”
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Stroking her pussy through her thong.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where Charlotte is soon surrounded by a little group of male admirers, all vociferous in their appreciation of her skimpy thong and see-through top. She laughs and thanks them, and invites them to watch her run through the course.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You manage to get through the whole thing, and you whoop victoriously as you slide down the final chute, stopping yourself at the bottom to avoid a soaking. To the sound of enthusiastic applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is halfway up the ladder when you get there, her buttocks and thong already having attracted a crowd of cheering admirers. At the top, she swings across to the cargo net and climbs across to the platform. You pull out your phone while she is jumping across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
As she slides down the chute, her thighs spread unnecessarily wide apart, several people with their phones out gleefully capture photos and videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, she does not even attempt to stop herself, and, with a squeal of excitement, she plunges into the water bath, splashing some of the spectators.
When she emerges, her thin top is clinging delightfully to her breasts, and moreover has become as transparent as cellophane, so that she practically looks topless. This sight elicits yet another cheer from her admirers, which she acknowledges with a bashful grin.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she climbs out of the bath, soaking wet from head to toe.
“Thank you!” she pants, grinning happily. “Walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you reply.
When you reach the bus stop, you take her in your arms and kiss her enthusiastically, heedless of her wet clothing. Then, while your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you pull up her top to expose her breasts, bend down, and start sucking on her left nipple. For the next few minutes or so you squeeze, stroke, and nibble on her soft breast flesh and nipples. When you attempt to take off her top completely, she lifts her arms and ducks her head to make it easier for you. Now topless, she lets you play with her breasts to your heart’s content.
With about half an hour left of the movie, Charlotte reaches down and pulls her thong off. Then she retrieves something from her bag and hands it to you: a small jar of Vaseline. You get the hint, and as Charlotte stands up and bends over the empty seat in front of her, facing the screen, you move behind her and take out your erection. Lubing it up, you sink it deep into her vagina and begin fucking her with slow strokes.
Thrilled at the thought that any of the moviegoers in front of you could turn around and see you having sex with your naked girlfriend, you take your time, teasing Charlotte with a sensuous, gentle fucking that gradually builds her arousal to orgasmic heights. As she shudders and moans in ecstasy, you speed up the rate of your thrusting, and soon reach your own orgasm, pouring your semen into the depths of her vagina.
Exhausted, the two of you collapse into your seats and watch the last few minutes of the movie. Only when the credits roll does Charlotte finally put her top and thong back on.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles as she feels you begin to stroke her pussy through her thong, and she spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
“Sure – I enjoy table tennis,” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find two lads named Jeff and Barry down here, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Charlotte’s thong hungrily. “God that’s a sexy outfit, Charlotte! I don’t know how you get away with it.”
“Luck, mostly,” says Charlotte. “And staying out of sight of professors.”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s bottom and thong with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your top?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to cop a feel?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a grin. “I love the way they leer at me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s visible nipples and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” they say, one after the other.
Charlotte sits down, and Adolf sits next to her. “I love that you’ve stopped wearing skirts, Charlotte,” he says, reaching between her legs and cupping her pussy through her thong.
“Adolf!” you exclaim, pulling him off the bed, and sitting yourself down beside Charlotte.
If Charlotte is rattled by Adolf’s presumption, she does not show it. “I assume we’re continuing with Star Trek?” she says.
“Yup,” says Colin.
After one episode, Colin says, “Help yourself to drinks, anyone.”
“I’ll get them,” says Charlotte, getting up from the bed. “I know what you all like.”
Adolf and Colin stare at her wide-eyed as she drops to all fours and crawls under Colin’s desk, her thong highly visible as a thin white vertical stripe between her buttocks.
“Ugh,” she says after a moment. “This stupid packaging!” On the pretext of struggling with the packaging, she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you and your friends a much better view of her thong-clad pussy.
Adolf and Colin stare at Charlotte’s bottom in delight. Then Adolf gets up from his chair and tiptoes over to Charlotte. Reaching down, he grabs her buttocks with his hands.
Charlotte squeals beneath the desk, and wiggles her bottom. “Adolf, you naughty man!” she says, with a little giggle.
You...
Say, “Adolf! Get your hands off my girlfriend’s bottom!”
Grin and watch to see what happens next.
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her outrageous outfit. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, she spreads her thighs apart, showing off the front of her thong, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines, and she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte sighs happily as you massage her buttocks. You kiss her passionately, then pull back with a smile. “There’s a homeless chap over there, watching us,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
“Want to go over there and show me off to him up close?” she asks impishly. “I’m sure it would make his night.”
You chuckle, and reply...
“His night’s already made ... and I’d rather not give the poor bloke a heart attack.”
“All right then – let’s give him a show he’ll never forget!”
Charlotte does not object as you pull her top up to fully expose her breasts. She giggles when you grasp her breasts in your hands, then shivers as you bend down and begin sucking on her left nipple.
A minute or so later, when you attempt to pull her top up over her head, she giggles and raises her arms for you. “Well now you have me topless,” she says. “You naughty man.”
You grin as you tuck her top into her bag. “I dare you to get on the bus like that,” you say.
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Challenge accepted,” she says.
You continue to play with Charlotte’s breasts until her bus arrives. As she boards it, you catch a glimpse of a portly middle-aged driver beaming in delight at Charlotte’s naked breasts. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“All right all right,” says Adolf, reluctantly returning to his chair. “Her bottom just looked so ... tempting!”
“That’s as may be,” you growl, as Charlotte emerges with the drinks, looking a little disappointed. “That doesn’t give you licence to cop a feel.”
“Here you go, Adolf,” Charlotte says as she hands him his Coke. She gives you and Colin your lagers, then she sits down next to you. She pops open her Coke can. “Go ahead,” she says.
After a couple more episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
You leave Juniper Hall, and walk with Charlotte to the bus stop, her skimpy outfit turning heads all the way. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf, grinning, now slides his right hand between Charlotte’s legs, cupping her pussy through her thong. “Hey, stop that!” says Charlotte, but she continues working to extract cans from their packaging as Adolf gleefully strokes her labia and clitoris through the flimsy material of her thong.
Then, before you have time to react with anything but a “Hey!”, Adolf licks the middle finger of his free hand and, pulling Charlotte’s thong to one side, slides the finger deep into her vaginal opening.
“Jesus, Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Stop that, Adolf,” Charlotte says, but even now she does not stop him. Adolf introduces another finger, and thrusts both fingers in and out of Charlotte while she finishes getting the drinks. She seems to be taking an unnecessarily long time, however, and when she begins moaning softly, you realise that she has stopped working on the drinks and is now simply enjoying Adolf’s attentions.
With his other hand, Adolf now frees his erect penis from his trousers, then, to your disgust, he clears his throat noisily and spits into his hand a large phlegmy glob of saliva and mucus, which he uses to lubricate his erection. Withdrawing his fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, he replaces them with his penis, and starts thrusting vigorously.
“Adolf!” you exclaim indignantly, if rather belatedly.
It is all over rather quickly. Adolf lasts barely half a minute before he groans and clutches Charlotte’s hips, his loins jerking spasmodically. He pulls out and tucks his penis away, and you are both disgusted and fascinated to watch his semen oozing out of your girlfriend’s vagina and trickling down over her labia.
A few seconds later, Charlotte backs out from under Colin’s desk, and when she turns around she looks rather shame-faced. She turns and swats Adolf’s arm. “You’re a naughty man, Adolf,” she says. “Here’s your Coke.”
Adolf grins as he takes the can. “Next time I’ll fuck your arse, too,” he says.
Charlotte shivers. Clutching a Coke and two lagers, she gets to her feet. “Here,” she says, handing lagers to you and Colin. Then she sits down with her Coke, as if nothing untoward has happened. “Come on then, let’s watch another episode.”
An hour and a half later, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Outside, you say, “Holy shit, Charlotte, I can’t believe you let Adolf fuck you!”
Charlotte blushes. “I figured you would stop him,” she says, “if you didn’t want him to.”
“Well, it was kind of arousing to see him take such a liberty with you,” you admit. “But of course, now he’ll expect a fuck every time we visit Colin’s room.”
“I imagine he will,” Charlotte agrees.
At the bus stop, you take her in your arms and give her a long kiss. The bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, perhaps just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them stroking her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. They are all flattering her and showing off for her, and she seems to be loving every moment of it. She downs another shot, and you notice that the thigh-stroker is working his way up towards her thong as he gently teases her knees apart with his leg. Meanwhile, her masseur has slid his hands down her chest to her breasts, which he is squeezing and caressing.
As the thigh-stroker begins stroking her pussy through her thong, Charlotte drinks yet another shot. “You lot are going to get me drunk!” she giggles tipsily. She seems to be unaware that the young man behind her has now pulled up her top to expose her breasts, while the man in front has slipped his hand down inside the front of her thong and is eagerly fingering her pussy.
Then the lad stroking her breasts leans around to kiss her on the lips, and, as Charlotte enthusiastically responds, he gently leans her back until her shoulder-blades come to rest on the newly-vacated bar stool behind her. Meanwhile, as Charlotte’s knees rise up into the air, the young man in front of her begins pulling her thong down her legs.
At this point, however, Charlotte breaks off the kiss with a gasp and struggles off the stools. As she pulls her thong back up, she says, “All right chaps – this is a lot of fun, but I think I need some alone time with my boyfriend now. Nice meeting you all though!”
To the dismay of her cluster of admirers and gropers, she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. “Now I think you should take me back to your room,” she says, “and fuck me senseless.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You continue to caress Charlotte’s bottom until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte giggles as the two of you head over to talk to the homeless man.
“Hello!” you say to him. “Would you like to see some more of my sexy girlfriend?”
The man grins toothlessly. “‘Course I do!” he says. “What a lovely girl. ‘Allo, Miss.”
“Good!” you say. “All right Charlotte, take off all of your clothes please.”
Charlotte hesitates only for a moment. Then she lifts up her top, exposing her breasts, and pulls it up over her head. Her thong follows immediately thereafter. Now completely naked, she steps forward to stand in front of the homeless man.
“Gawd,” he says. “Such a pretty sight!”
Charlotte steps even closer. “Feast your eyes,” she says. Then she gasps as the old man reaches out and cups her pussy with his grubby hand. She does not stop him, though, and he laughs dirtily as he strokes her labia and clitoris. Then he curls one finger and slides it up into Charlotte’s vagina, and she squeals.
“All right, that’s enough!” she says, taking a step back. “I need to be getting home.” She hurriedly puts her clothes back on, and you escort her back to the bus stop.
“That was great!” you say. “Well done, Sweetie.”
She chuckles. “Sorry I got scared,” she says.
You silence her with a kiss, and cuddle her until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. Your love for her is growing, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her top up and over her head.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her bare breasts.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now wearing only her thong, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, putting her top back on. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull her top up above her breasts. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her breasts fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she walks over to Barry and says, “Barry, I can’t help noticing you seem very interested in my thong. “Would you like to have a little feel?”
“Um, sure!” says Barry. He reaches out, a little hesitantly, and then he cups her pussy through her thong. “Wow...”
“May I have a feel too?” asks Jeff, getting out of his chair.
“I don’t see why not,” says Charlotte, her eyes widening a little as Barry begins gently stroking her pussy.
Jeff comes up behind Charlotte, reaches around her, and grabs hold of her breasts through her top. As he squeezes them, Barry begins to slip his hand inside Charlotte’s thong, and she moans as he starts caressing her labia and clitoris directly. Meanwhile, Jeff is pulling up Charlotte’s top to expose her breasts, which he then grasps with both hands.
You watch, fascinated, as Barry begins pulling Charlotte’s thong down her thighs with one hand. But as he slips a finger of his other hand into her vagina, she gasps.
“Okay!” she says, pulling away from both young men and fixing her clothing. “That’s quite enough of that – shall we get back to our game, Sweetie?”
“Sure,” you reply.
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull her top up above her breasts. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her breasts fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles shyly at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, staring in delight at her exposed white panties and her sheer babydoll negligée, through which you can clearly see her breasts. “Holy shit that outfit’s amazing, Polly...” You notice also that she is barefoot.
She giggles happily as she sits down next to you. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “It may well get me expelled today.”
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her negligée.
Reach between her legs and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her nightie, and you squeeze and fondle her braless breast, and gently tease her nipple, for the next few minutes. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your hand.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers, “but I’ll have to slip out immediately afterwards, or the smell will cause chaos in here.”
“Understood,” you say.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Okay, off I go,” says Polly. “Feast your eyes – this is going to be highly visible!”
As she turns away from you and makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that they are fully below the hem of her negligée. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down at the professor at the front of the room; he has stopped talking and is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she giggles as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You subtly ease the left strap of Polly’s negligée off her shoulder, and tug it down her arm until her breast is exposed. She starts into wakefulness, then turns and smiles at you. Without taking any measure to cover herself back up, she resumes taking notes, but she keeps an eye on the professor, and whenever he glances up toward her she casually brushes her hair from her face ... and in doing so effectively hides her breast from him behind her arm. Only as the lecture finishes does she finally pull her strap back up.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “I’d better get out of here before people start noticing the smell!” she whispers. “I’ll be right back.”
She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, an orange-sized lump of poo very obviously nestling in the back of her panties. She pauses by the door, looks back at you with a mischievous grin, and wiggles her bottom for you. The bulge in her panties swings back and forth, and you grin appreciatively at her. Then she hurries through the door. You look around the theatre; none of the students has noticed Polly’s departure, but the professor is looking at the door with a slight frown.
A few minutes later, Polly returns and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. This fully exposes her panties. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly giggles. “Hmm – all right!” she says. “I suppose I won’t be much more exposed than I am already!”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
The next time Owen comes over to check on your work, Polly engages him in conversation. On the pretext of being confused about part of the assignment, she shrugged her shoulders, and the left strap of her negligee falls off her shoulder and slides down her upper arm, coming to rest in the crook of her elbow. This drags down the left side of her negligée, fully exposing her breast. Pretending not to notice, Polly continues to talk at a gallop, while a wide-eyed Owen tries to interrupt and draw her attention to her wardrobe malfunction.
Eventually he says exasperatedly, “Polly!”
“Yes?” she responds innocently.
“Your boob’s out,” he says.
“Oh!” says Polly. She giggles as she tugs her strap back up. “Oops! Sorry – happens all the time.”
Owen rolls his eyes and proceeds to answer Polly’s question – rather unnecessarily, though, since she actually has a very good understanding of the assignment.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her mostly-exposed panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Incredible,” remarks Neil.
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “I should go and clean up,” says Polly apologetically. Her eyes are shining in excitement.
“Seems a shame,” says Neil. “Why not stay like that until Owen actually asks you to leave?”
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “All right!”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Polly!” he says. “Please go and clean up!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “I just wanted to finish this analysis.”
“You can finish when you get back,” says Owen. “Go!”
Polly heads for the door, her bulging panties swinging back and forth about ten inches below the hem of her negligée. Laughter from all around the room accompanies her, as students stand on stools and peer around corners to see her overloaded panties.
Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was so much fun!” she says in a low voice.
“Everyone’s talking about you,” you inform her with a smirk.
“Good, I’m glad,” says Polly with a little shiver.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, her little nightie is about eight inches too short to cover her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her negligée up over her head and takes it off entirely, then she pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you free your erect penis, and begin to sink it...
Into her vagina.
Into her anus.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Now turn your bottom towards Neil and Roddy, and fill your panties with poo.”
Polly shivers, but nods. “Okay,” she says. Her face takes on a look of concentration as she begins to push out a large, thick turd. Her panties begin to tent outwards, then expand in all directions as they fill up with an outpouring of poo from her capacious rectum.
Neil and Roddy stare, open-mouthed, as the bulge in Polly’s panties swells to the size of a grapefruit. Then Polly stops pushing, and says, “I should probably save some for later.”
“Your audience seems impressed,” you remark. “Why don’t you wiggle your bum at them?”
Polly giggles, and does so. The look on Neil and Roddy’s face is priceless.
“All right, I think they’ve had enough of a show,” says Polly, standing up straight. “I’d better go and clean up.” As she walks sedately towards the door with her bag, her panties are sagging at least eight inches below the hem of her negligée.
Five minutes later she returns, and the rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s negligée quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She eases herself off her stool, faces away from the bar, and strains.
Watching her from the side, you smile as a bulge forms in the seat of her panties, her tiny negligée hiding none of it. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up with poo until they are sagging more than eight inches below the hem of her nightie.
The smell is by now rather obvious. Polly giggles in nervous excitement. “Watch to see if anyone notices as I go to the toilet,” she instructs you quietly.
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties very obvious as they sway back and forth beneath her skimpy negligée. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, free of bulge and odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s negligée is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her panties are fully revealed, and at the front, her negligée falls away from her chest to expose her unfettered breasts. These facts are not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are pausing to massage Polly’s bottom whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man giving her bottom a prolonged massage while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over eight inches below the hem of her negligée. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where comments about Polly’s indecent outfit are relatively muted, having been replaced by mutterings about her panty-pooping habit.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh to her panties, and begin to stroke her pussy through the white material. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. Then, laughing, the young men continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly smiles as she turns away from Neil and Roddy, arches her back, and begins to strain. Her panties start to tent outwards, and then they rapidly fill up and sag downward under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
“Holy shit, that’s incredible,” mutters Neil, his eyes riveted to the back of Polly’s panties. Roddy is staring too, but he seems lost for words.
Polly giggles. “That’s about enough for now, I think,” she says. “We should get back to our assignment.”
You and Polly get back to work, but it is not long before the smell of Polly’s poo causes other students in the lab to start complaining. Owen comes around the corner shortly thereafter. “Polly!” he says. “Go and clean up, for heaven’s sake!”
“But I’m in the middle of...” begins Polly.
“It’ll wait!” says Owen. “Just go!”
As Polly reluctantly heads to the toilet with her bag, you note that her bulging panties are sagging more than eight inches below the hem of her negligée. Looking around, you see that almost everybody in the lab is staring at the bulge.
Once Polly has left the room, everybody gets back to work, and you do the same. Five minutes later, Polly rejoins you, with not even a whiff of poo lingering about her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging about eight inches below the hem of her negligée, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging several inches below the hem of her negligée, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Okay, I’d better go and clean up!” says Polly.
You reply,
“Actually, I think you should stay like that until the end of the lecture.”
“All right, but take your time leaving the room – I want to savour the view.”
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“Pasta La Vista.”
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her negligée attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads felt up my bottom and boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She lifts her bottom off her chair and strains. After about twenty seconds, she says, “All right, I’m done.”
“Awesome!” you say. “Now let’s walk out of here, arm in arm, like nothing whatever is out of the ordinary.
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, but the first waitress that sees you hastily ushers you out. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says to Polly in a shocked voice.
Outside, Polly sighs. “Next suggestion?”
You think for a moment, then say, “How about...
Going to The Spur and Cactus?”
Going to The Grease Spot?”
Going back to my halls of residence and having dinner there?”
“Okay, sounds good!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks shocked at the sight of Polly’s negligée, and at first she does not want to let you in, but when you politely ask to speak to the manager, she abruptly changes her mind. She takes you to a table where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you tell Polly...
That you would love to see her riding the bull.
That you would love to see her fill her panties with poo in a restaurant.
That you are in love with her.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining about it. Polly, having now acquired something of a reputation, is quickly identified as the culprit.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly, turning crimson. “I just didn’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but I think we’d all appreciate it if you left the room right away.”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering angrily to each other, and a couple of them suggest to the professor that Polly should be banned from future lectures.
“Polly can’t help it!” you exclaim, leaping to Polly’s defence. “She has weak bowel control!”
“I don’t think a ban is necessary,” says the professor. “Now let’s continue, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “All right,” she says.
She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, her negligée way too short to cover any of the grapefruit-sized bulge in her panties. You are very happy to see that she is not hurrying.
The professor, astonished, stops talking and simply stares at Polly as she reaches the aisle. Many of the students turn to see what he is looking at, and several gasps and exclamations erupt before Polly disappears through the door.
“Now now, let’s not judge the poor girl,” says the professor, no doubt in response to some unkind comment. “Perhaps she has a medical condition. Let’s just proceed with the lecture, shall we?”
Polly returns a few minutes later, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Did anyone see me?” she asks.
“Almost everyone, I think,” you reply with a smirk.
Polly blushes, but she quietly says, “Good.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“Eww!” says Polly, screwing her face up. “Why The Grease Spot? I went there once – it was totally gross!”
“Yes,” you agree. “And the owner’s a complete pervert. Which is why I think your current outfit won’t be a problem there.”
“A fair point,” agrees Polly. “All right then.”
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit interior hand in hand. It is a shabby-looking place: the carpet is covered in dark stains, the grimy wallpaper is peeling off the walls in several places, and several bulbs in the light fixtures have blown and not been replaced.
“This is worse than I remember,” mutters Polly.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, three overweight middle-aged men are loudly discussing football over pints of beer. Behind the bar, a weasel-faced man with a sparse combover spots you, and comes over to greet you with an ingratiating smile.
“Good evening young sir ... and welcome to you, young lady,” he says, leering in delight at her breasts, which even in the low light he can clearly see through her negligée.
“Table for two, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says the man. “Right over here.” He leads you to a table in the middle of the room. “My name’s Ralph – I’m the owner of this establishment. I’ll also be your waiter, but I spend most of my time behind the bar, so when you decide what you want, come up to the bar and order your food and drinks there.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are staring at Polly with predatory grins on their faces.
The menu consists entirely of fried and deep-fried options. You feel like you might have a heart attack just by reading it. You and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish, and then you glance a little apprehensively at the bar. It is quite short, and the three men sitting there are taking up most of it.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks.
You stare at her in surprise; surely she can imagine what the men at the bar might do if she tries to squeeze her way between them.
Imagining the worst, you smile at Polly and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
Polly giggles. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and skips happily over to the bull. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes the entirety of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “I do love any excuse to show off my panties.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly smiles and nods. “Okay,” she agrees. She plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Mmmm, this feels good,” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her bulging panties sagging about eight inches below the hem of her negligée. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, and notice a waitress and two diners staring aghast at Polly as she disappears into the ladies’.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down. You wonder whether the waitress will come over and say something, but fortunately she does not.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly blushes. “I love you too,” she says.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, but Polly’s negligée soon attracts quite a lot of negative attention. You hear words like “shameless” and “slut” being levelled at Polly.
Fortunately, Polly seems quite untroubled by these comments, and since nobody in authority comes to give her a hard time, the two of you agree on a choice of film. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her nightie and play with her breast.
Slide your hand between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, she almost instantly attracts a small crowd of young men who try to elbow you into the background as they compliment her and offer her drinks. She politely declines and, taking your hand, she leads you over to the bar. After buying her a drink, you start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her exposed panties, right in the middle of the dance floor. Polly does not seem to mind a bit. Your arousal growing, you...
Ask her to get up on a platform and put on a show.
Pull the strap of her dress off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
Polly seems quite happy for you to caress her breast. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip the strap of her negligée off her shoulder, exposing her left breast, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too. A little later, when you attempt to remove her negligée completely, she raises her arms to help, and soon she is wearing nothing but her panties.
For most of the rest of the movie, she seems happy to let you continue to fondle and suck on her breasts. But as the credits roll at the end of the film, she gently pushes you away and puts her negligée back on.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging ten inches or so beneath the hem of her negligée.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say, and she giggles.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. “I’m not quite tipsy enough to be that brave!” she says.
“Fancy another drink?” you ask her.
She laughs. “All right,” she says.
Ten minutes later, she has climbed up on to a platform and is dancing in full view of several dozen – perhaps even a hundred or more – clubgoers. She looks a little nervous at first, but soon warms up in response to the vocal appreciation of several nearby young men, including yourself, who are enjoying the sight of her constantly-exposed panties and bouncing, poorly-concealed breasts.
Polly grabs the hem of her negligée and hikes it up well above the waistband of her panties, swishing it around her midriff as she twerks and gyrates and wiggles with more enthusiasm than proficiency.
When she finally climbs down from the platform, she has a lot of admirers all wanting to dance with her. Enjoying the attention, she bends over and twerks in front of a young lad who grabs her hips and starts grinding his crotch against her panty-clad bottom. At this point Polly catches your eye and grins a little sheepishly. Then she stands up and trots over to you.
“Sorry!” she says loudly. “I wasn’t sure how much you wanted me to let these guys do to me.”
You smile and reply, “No problem...
But I think I’d rather see you get back on that platform and do a big poo.”
Go ahead and flirt – I want to see other men doing naughty things to you.”
As you pull the strap of her negligée off her shoulder and expose her left breast, Polly giggles. “You’ll get us kicked out!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“It’ll be worth it!” you yell back.
Several men nearby, who have been staring at Polly since her arrival, start cheering and clapping as they ogle her naked breast. Polly, grinning, turns toward them and cups her breast with her hand, massaging it while keeping her nipple mostly uncovered. Then, encouraged by the enthusiastic response to this, she shrugs off the other strap of her negligée, exposing her right breast too. As she dances, playing with both breasts, her negligée falls to the floor around her feet.
As Polly, flushed with excitement, dances in front of you in nothing but her panties, her fans cheer and wolf-whistle loudly. Some nearby women, however, look quite annoyed and begin hurling insults and complaints. It is not long before a bouncer is attracted by the commotion. He comes over to Polly and sternly shouts, “Get your clothes on or get out!”
Polly hastily pulls on her negligée. The bouncer, seeing that she is hardly any more covered than before, looks a little startled, but then he shrugs and goes on his way.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Umm ... okay,” replies Polly with a nervous giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as a lump appears in her white panties. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than ten inches below her negligée.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, but she remains in position and does not attempt to pull them up again. Encouraged, you reach between her legs and begin stroking her bare pussy with your fingers. Then, working your middle finger into her vagina, you begin to finger-fuck her while she closes her eyes and begins to moan softly.
Two minutes later, her arousal is clearly growing, and she begins to utter soft moans of pleasure. You increase the pace of your thrusting, and gradually bring her toward her climax. Eventually, her knees buckle as she squeals into her arm, her body shuddering in orgasm.
“Oh that was nice,” she murmurs.
“You’re welcome,” you say with a smile.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both grinning as Polly pulls her panties up and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and barely-concealed breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her exposed panties.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a panty show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s negligée attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Love the nightie!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and bends over slightly, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you note that her negligée is about ten inches too short to cover her bulging panties.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her negligée, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her negligée, which is about ten inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Oh God!” Polly whispers as she feels your penis sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her negligée and panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Five minutes later, you groan as you pump her bowels full of your sperm.
“Thank you,” whispers Polly as she cuddles you afterwards. “I love being fucked in the arse.”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply with a grin.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her negligee, then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her white panties fully exposed. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her negligée, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her negligée, which is about ten inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles a little nervously. “Okay,” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties almost fully exposed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
Polly laughs. “All right,” she says. “I’m sure it’ll get me kicked out of here, but it sounds like fun!”
“Awesome!” you say, and you watch wide-eyed as she climbs back on to the platform.
For a few moments she dances sexily while flapping the hem of her negligée around at belly-button level, but then she turns around, bends over, and begins twerking as her admirers cheer and applaud. Nobody but you notices the lump appear in the white material of her panties ... until a few seconds later, when the bulge has reached the size of a small orange. Then some of the men gasp and shout and point in disbelief. As the bulge swells past grapefruit-sized, you hear shouted words like “gross!”, “disgusting!”, and “filthy cow!”
Polly does not stop, however, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity of poo. Then she straightens up and turns around, smiling defiantly as she dances with rather more careful hip movements than before. You cheer and whoop in encouragement, and a couple of the nearby men turn to stare at you as if you are crazy.
You are not the only man still supporting Polly, however. A few of her admirers are still cheering her on, while laughing hysterically at the ridiculous sight they just witnessed. Clearly they think of her performance as a hilarious joke.
Polly’s bouncing panty-bulge soon attracts the notice of a bouncer, however, who comes to the front of her platform and angrily orders her to leave. She hastily descends, and the two of you hurry outside.
“You were amazing in there!” you tell Polly, delighted by her performance.
She giggles. “Thank you,” she says. “That was so much fun!”
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. “I love you so much, Polly!” you say.
“I love you too!” she replies happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“All right,” says Polly with a giggle. “Just let me know if it starts making you uncomfortable.”
She dances over to a spot a few feet away from you, and is soon surrounded by a cluster of eager young men. As she bends over and hikes her negligée up, one man gets behind her and grabs her hips as she begins twerking. He pulls her bottom against his crotch, and she seems happy to grind her panty-clad pussy against the bulge in his jeans.
When she straightens up, the man puts his arms around her, with one hand grabbing her breast through her negligée, and the other reaching down to cup her pussy through her panties. As he begins to massage her breasts and rub her pussy, Polly looks at you a little anxiously, and you...
Step forward and say “Hey!”
Grin and give Polly a thumbs-up.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her negligée. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her nightie, when she tugs it down, is about ten inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the hostile scowls the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my nightie,” she whispers.
Her hypothesis is confirmed when, a moment later, the man says, “I’m sorry, young lady, but you’ll have to leave – that outfit is positively indecent!”
“Come on, let’s go,” you say to Polly, and she nods in agreement.
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, I’d rather you didn’t!” says Polly, then she gasps as Adolf, undeterred, pulls the gusset of her panties away from her pussy, exposing her labia and clitoris as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks both dismayed and excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf.
Polly retrieves the gusset of her panties from Adolf’s fingers, and replaces it over her pussy.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The young man immediately lets go of Polly and holds up his hands as she steps away from him and toward you. “Sorry mate, she didn’t seem to be taken.”
“No problem,” you say, but you keep a wary eye on him from that moment on.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s breasts and panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Encouraged by your support, Polly, looking a little apprehensive, lets the young man squeeze and caress her breast through her negligée, and rub her panty-clad pussy. The latter treatment soon begins to get her aroused, and she closes her eyes and undulates her body sensuously while the young man kisses her neck and massages her clitoris through the increasingly damp material of her panties.
So many cheering men are now crowding around Polly that you lose sight of her for almost a minute. When you finally manage to peer over somebody’s shoulder, you see that Polly’s groper now has his hand inside her panties, and you suspect that he has at least one finger inside her vagina.
At this moment, however, Polly seems to come to her senses, and she wriggles free of the young man’s grasp. “I need to find my boyfriend!” she exclaims, looking very red in the face. She looks around anxiously for you, and you manage to push through the crowd to rejoin her. Taking her hand, you lead her to a different part of the club, where you resume dancing with her.
“Sorry I let him get so far!” says Polly, looking a little worried.
“Don’t be – you were amazing!” you reassure her.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s breasts and panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she pulls the front of her negligée all the way up to her face in order to wipe her brow with it. His face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s outrageous outfit and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her large breasts heaving in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s negligée and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy.
“Stop that!” says Polly, slapping his hand away. “You can look all you want, but don’t touch.”
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter very quickly notices Polly’s bulging panties, and utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between to of the men sitting there. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Hi, I’m Gordon,” says one of the men you squeezed between. “Your girlfriend’s a bit of all right, isn’t she?”
“Her dress is very fetching,” says the other. “I’m Les, by the way.”
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh, this is nasty,” she says.
You have to agree. In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off that negligée?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between two of the men sitting there in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, the two men either side of her continue to chat with her. One of them, who introduces himself as Les, is bald and looks like a biker. “I love the material of your dress,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast through her negligée with the backs of his fingers. “Very see-through, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s what I like most about it,” says Polly with a little giggle.
The man behind her, whose name is apparently Gordon, has red hair and a beard. “Very short, too!” he says, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties. “It doesn’t even cover your knickers!”
“I like that about it too,” laughs Polly. “I love showing off my panties.”
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, lightly stroking first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “What nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
“They were certainly very attentive,” you remark with a smirk.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh, this is nasty,” she says.
You have to agree. In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off that negligée?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Good grief, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Wow!” he exclaims. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?”
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit!” he says. “That’ll block up our toilet for weeks!”
“Probably,” says Polly, “and I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you like that. Is there any chance I could finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph’s eyes widen, and he licks his lips. “Erm, certainly!” he says. “But clearly you can’t sit down on it. What if I pull up another chair, and you could sit on both chairs, with your panties hanging down between them?”
“Good idea!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Well the food’s awful,” says Polly, “but how cool is it to be able to eat at a restaurant with my panties full of poo – and the owner is okay with it!”
“It’s awesome,” you agree with a smile.
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking like this,” says Polly. “Shall we just go back to your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her negligée. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want this to stain!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure it’ll come out, if you rinse it quickly.”
Polly pulls her negligée up over her head and hands it to him. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so! It’s my favourite dress.”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked breasts for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table in nothing but her panties, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure he didn’t spill something on your knickers too?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your dress to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room in only her white panties, followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Well the food’s awful,” says Polly, “but how cool is it to be able to eat at a restaurant dressed in nothing but a pair of panties – and the owner is okay with it!”
“It’s awesome,” you agree with a smile.
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s dress, having gently wrung it out. It is still quite wet and even more transparent than usual, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You think for a moment, then ask Polly if she would like...
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts, on the flimsy pretext of complimenting her on how well her negligée fits her.
She thanks him, and continues chatting, making no objection at all as he begins blatantly squeezing and caressing her breasts through her negligée. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches up to stroke her shoulder, and brushes the strap of her negligée off, so that it falls down her arm, exposing her left breast. “Oops, sorry,” he says, making no attempt to cover it back up.
“Don’t worry – happens all the time,” says Polly, also taking no action to replace the strap.
Gordon now reaches around and slips his hand into the front of her panties. As he cups her pussy and begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she turns her head to look at him and says, “Steady on there – I do have a boyfriend you know!”
“He doesn’t mind ... do you, mate?” asks Gordon.
You shrug and smile. “Polly’s a free spirit,” you say. “Whatever she’s cool with, I’m cool with.”
“Mmm, that’s nice,” says Polly, as the bald man starts sucking on her left nipple. But when Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, she says, “All right chaps, I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough. Nice chatting with you though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Well the food’s awful,” says Polly, “but it’s fun to be able to eat at a restaurant where my skimpy outfit is approved of rather than frowned on.”
“It is,” you agree with a smile.
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You think for a moment, then ask Polly if she would like...
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are delighted and amazed to see that she is again wearing, along with another ultra-sheer crop top through which her breasts are highly visible, nothing other than a skimpy white thong. Her feet are bare. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Your outfit today is once again completely brilliant.”
“Glad you approve,” she replies, with a little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – I’m not sure how I haven’t got into trouble yet, but I’ll be surprised if my luck holds out much longer.”
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her top. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand up the inside of her top so that you can fondle her breasts directly.
Eventually, Charlotte whispers, “I assume I’m taking notes for both of us?”
“Yes please,” you whisper back as you tease her nipples with your fingers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
You reach around her carefully, grasp both sides of her top, and pull it up to her armpits. She gasps, but does not attempt to pull it back down. “Naughty!” she whispers.
To your delight, she leaves her breasts uncovered throughout the entire lecture, only lifting an arm across them when the professor turns to face the students. He does glance up at Charlotte with a slightly puzzled expression once or twice, but if he suspects there is something going on with her top, he says nothing about it. At the end of the lecture, as the students begin to get up to leave, Charlotte finally pulls her top down.
“You are awesome!” you whisper to her.
“Thanks,” she replies with a little giggle.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Why not?” she murmurs, half to herself. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while dressed only in a see-through top.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “Me too,” she murmurs. Then, a moment later, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her little jar of Vaseline. “Here, take this,” she says. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she eases herself off her seat and gets down onto her hands and knees.
You eagerly take up a kneeling position behind her, and you pull her thong down to her knees. Taking out your erection and lubricating it with the Vaseline, you plunge it deep into Charlotte’s warm vagina. She moans softly as you begin to thrust in and out of her.
Every so often, the professor glances up towards the back of the room, but you preempt him each time by turning your upper body towards the front and feigning a look of mild interest. Then, when he turns away again, you turn back towards Charlotte and resume vigorously fucking her.
You pace yourself, timing your climax to coincide with Charlotte’s. She shudders as she hits her orgasm, but fortunately manages to keep relatively quiet. Even so, a few curious glances are directed your way by students in front of you. You angle your torso toward the front and pretend nothing is amiss, while your penis finishes spurting semen up against Charlotte’s cervix.
A few moments later you pull out of Charlotte, tug her thong up into place, and help her back into her seat. Her cheeks are very flushed and she is smiling happily. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was lovely!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte considers your request for a moment, then nods. “All right, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte looks around nervously. “All right,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her half-bared bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shudders. “Not just yet,” she replies. “I’ve told them about you, but I haven’t been very specific about our relationship. Give me a little more time on that one, okay?”
“Sure,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and you soon have her...
Top bunched up around her armpits and her breasts exposed.
Thong around her ankles and her pussy exposed.
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand inside her thong.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right Sweetie,” she says, “but this time, I’m driving. Lie down on your back.”
You wait until the professor is not looking, then you hoist your legs up and lie down across the seats as Charlotte scoots forwards to make room. She takes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag, unzips you and frees your penis, then she thoroughly lubes you up until your erection is both rock-hard and slippery.
Then, pulling her thong down, Charlotte shuffles over until she is squatting in front of your loins. She reaches between her legs to grab your cock, then, slowly lowering herself down, she guides it into her vagina.
Having impaled herself on you, she calmly resumes taking notes. You cannot see the professor from where you are lying, but you guess that he might be currently facing the students. When, a minute later, Charlotte starts to bounce up and down on you, you surmise that the Professor has turned back to his board.
It is a slow, frustrating, but ultimately rewarding fuck. Charlotte climaxes first, but she keeps bouncing until you groan and shoot your semen up into the recesses of her vagina.
Charlotte dismounts a minute later, and you tuck yourself away and sit up. You watch as Charlotte pulls up her thong, then you grin at her as she turns and winks at you.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and as Charlotte reaches her orgasm and moans into her crooked elbow, the two young men are staring at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina.
Then Roddy says, rather urgently, “Owen’s coming!”
Charlotte gasps as she looks up and sees Neil and Roddy so close. Then, as they hurry back to their places, she bends down and quickly pulls her thong up. By the time Owen turns the corner, all four of you are working diligently on your assignment.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she looks around anxiously, then reaches over to her bag to retrieve her little jar of Vaseline. “Here!” she whispers. “This’ll help.”
You grin and quickly lubricate your erection, before sinking it deep into Charlotte’s vagina. You glance over at Neil and Roddy as you begin thrusting inside her; they are staring at you with a mixture of awe and astonishment.
Knowing Owen is constantly on the prowl, you fuck Charlotte hard and fast, trying to get to your climax as quickly as possible. Fortunately you manage to reach orgasm before he appears, and you groan with pleasure as you grasp Charlotte’s hips and press your loins hard against her bottom, spurting your semen deep inside her.
Seeing the top of Owen’s head looming close, you hurriedly withdraw from Charlotte’s vagina and tuck your penis away. Charlotte tugs her thong up, then she turns around and gives you a deep kiss as Neil and Roddy applaud quietly a few feet away.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy. Moving behind your girlfriend, you reach around her and pull up her top to expose her breasts. To your great satisfaction, she makes no move to stop you, nor to cover her breasts back up.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning at her naked breasts, he reaches up and grasps them with his hands. Charlotte gasps, and you say…
“Hey, none of that – look but don’t touch.”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s thong and see-through top attract plenty of male attention. In fact, when you sit down at a table with Charlotte, she says, with a little giggle, “I lost count of the number of times my bottom got felt up in that queue!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte smiles happily as you start to massage her breasts. Then you kiss her, and she eagerly responds.
You lift her top up higher, and she raises her arms so you can take it off entirely. Now dressed only in her thong, she looks a little anxious, but excited. You bend down and start to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as she holds your head against her chest, stroking your hair.
A couple of students pass by, and they stare in shock at you and Charlotte. “All right, that’s enough,” Charlotte whispers, picking up her top and putting it back on. “It’s only a matter of time before a professor comes along.”
For the rest of the lunch hour you have to content yourself with fondling her breasts through her top.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Naughty man,” Charlotte mutters, looking around nervously as you begin to caress her pussy. Then she moans as you slide one finger between her labia and begin teasing her clitoris. When you gently insert a finger into her vagina, she gasps and clutches your shoulders.
You finger-fuck her for the next five minutes, until she shudders in orgasm, squealing into the back of her hand.
“Oh my goodness!” she pants. “Thank you!” Then, as if coming to her senses, she pushes you away and reaches down to pull her thong back up. “Perhaps we should just sit down and read?” she says.
You silence her with a kiss, and behave relatively well for the rest of the lunch hour.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast. When you pull up her top, she looks around nervously, but lets you expose her breasts. You smile happily, and bend down to suck on her left nipple.
“This is a little risky!” she mutters, but she soon stops worrying about who might be watching, and smiles happily, enjoying your attentions.
After a little while you attempt to remove her top completely; Charlotte bites her lip nervously, but raises her arms to help you, and a moment later she is wearing nothing but her thong. Passers-by gape at the sight of her near-nudity, but she simply smiles at them and does not attempt to cover herself up.
You are getting very excited at the sight of Charlotte lying almost naked next to you, and the idea of having sex with her out in the open like this is very appealing. As you start to tug her thong down, however, she shakes her head and pulls it back up again. “Let’s not get too carried away right now, okay?”
“Okay,” you say reluctantly.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding into her thong. “Mmmm, yes please,” she says. Parting her legs a little wider, she arches her back, and as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she moans with pleasure and spreads her thighs wider still. You introduce another finger, and stroke her clitoris with your thumb while you finger-fuck her.
People are beginning to stop and stare at the two of you, but you ignore them as you continue to pleasure Charlotte.
“Oh God! Ahh!! Aahhhh!!!!” Charlotte is barely even attempting to mute the sounds of her pleasure. As her body convulses in the throes of a powerful orgasm, you look around and see you that some of the spectators have now approached quite close. A few are taking photos. You withdraw your fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, replace her thong, and shoo the onlookers away.
Charlotte opens her eyes in time to see the audience dispersing. “Oh my goodness!” she says, her cheeks turning crimson. “Looks like we had quite an audience.”
“We did,” you say. “And they were taking photos again.”
Charlotte shivers. “And video too, I hope,” she says.
“Probably,” you chuckle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
When you can meet her parents.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Neil, withdrawing his hands.
Putting your arms around Charlotte, you massage her right breast with your left hand, while your right hand slides down her belly and comes to rest on her pussy. You begin to stroke her clitoris with your middle finger, and she moans softly.
As Neil and Roddy watch closely, you bring Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm over the next five minutes. Finally she climaxes, shuddering and moaning in your arms.
With the show over, Neil and Roddy return to their places, Charlotte fixes her clothing, and all of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer, looking for signs of trouble. But nobody else seems to have noticed anything, and Owen is busy helping someone on the other side of the lab with their assignment.
Charlotte squeals and shudders as Neil brings her to orgasm. Grinning, he returns to his workstation with Roddy, while a rather breathless Charlotte fixes her clothing.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but nods. “If they have topless waitresses, they can hardly complain about my outfit,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte’s outfit and laughs. “Wow!” she says. “Have you come to eat, or are you applying for a job here?”
Charlotte grins. “Just eating today, thanks.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them warily, and after the waitress leaves, she laughs and says, “It’s funny – my old prudish instincts keep trying to kick in.”
A sleazy-looking man in a sparkly jacket speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“I’d love to see you pole-dance, Charlotte.”
“Looks like tops are optional here, Charlotte – how about taking yours off?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside looks rather shocked by Charlotte’s see-through top and thong, and at first she does not want to let you in. After you ask to talk to the manager, however, she relents and takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with Charlotte.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Charlotte laughs. “I’m sure you would, Sweetie, but I’m not confident enough in my pole-dancing skills to attempt that, and I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
You nod understandingly, but you feel rather disappointed. The rest of the meal passes without incident, but thanks to the abundant eye candy it is a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “But then I would be naked except for a rather skimpy thong,” she says.
“Well yes, but...” you begin.
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte, and she pulls her top up over her head, then calmly folds it up and puts it on the corner of the table.
“Wow!” you say, staring excitedly at her bare breasts. “You are just ... amazing, Charlotte!”
“Thank you,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte topless, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Cool!” you say happily.
She walks over to the bull and climbs on, and a small crowd of young men quickly gathers around her. As the bull begins to buck and rotate, you get the impression that its operator is doing his best to maximise the amount of time Charlotte’s bottom is in the air, her thong-clad pussy on almost permanent display. For her part Charlotte, hugging the bull’s back as her bottom is bounced up and down and wiggled from side to side, seems in no hurry to sit upright, even when the operator slows the bull’s movements down to give the spectators a better view.
The show goes on for at least ten minutes – clearly the operator has no intention of throwing Charlotte off. Eventually, however, she climbs down and takes a bow, and her audience whoops and cheers.
“That was brilliant!” you say as Charlotte returns to your table.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema, turning heads all the way there on account of Charlotte’s sheer top and thong. Once inside, you and Charlotte check to see what movies are showing, while fellow moviegoers begin to congregate around you to stare in shock and amazement at Charlotte’s visible nipples and exposed buttocks. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
“Someone’s bound to complain in a minute,” you mutter to Charlotte as you queue up to buy your tickets. “The sooner we’re safely in a darkened auditorium, the better.”
Charlotte giggles. “Possibly, but I’m enjoying listening to the comments.”
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Stroking her pussy through her thong.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where Charlotte is soon surrounded by a little group of male admirers, all vociferous in their appreciation of her skimpy thong and see-through top. She laughs and thanks them, and invites them to watch her run through the course.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You manage to get through the whole thing, and you whoop victoriously as you slide down the final chute, stopping yourself at the bottom to avoid a soaking. To the sound of enthusiastic applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is halfway up the ladder when you get there, her buttocks and thong already having attracted a crowd of cheering admirers. At the top, she swings across to the cargo net and climbs across to the platform. You pull out your phone while she is jumping across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
As she slides down the chute, her thighs spread unnecessarily wide apart, several people with their phones out gleefully capture photos and videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, she does not even attempt to stop herself, and, with a squeal of excitement, she plunges into the water bath, splashing some of the spectators.
When she emerges, her thin top is clinging delightfully to her breasts, and moreover has become as transparent as cellophane, so that she practically looks topless. This sight elicits yet another cheer from her admirers, which she acknowledges with a bashful grin.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she climbs out of the bath, soaking wet from head to toe.
“Thank you!” she pants, grinning happily. “Walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you reply.
When you reach the bus stop, you take her in your arms and kiss her enthusiastically, heedless of her wet clothing. Then, while your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you pull up her top to expose her breasts, bend down, and start sucking on her left nipple. For the next few minutes or so you squeeze, stroke, and nibble on her soft breast flesh and nipples. When you attempt to take off her top completely, she lifts her arms and ducks her head to make it easier for you. Now topless, she lets you play with her breasts to your heart’s content.
With about half an hour left of the movie, Charlotte reaches down and pulls her thong off. Then she retrieves something from her bag and hands it to you: a small jar of Vaseline. You get the hint, and as Charlotte stands up and bends over the empty seat in front of her, facing the screen, you move behind her and take out your erection. Lubing it up, you sink it deep into her vagina and begin fucking her with slow strokes.
Thrilled at the thought that any of the moviegoers in front of you could turn around and see you having sex with your naked girlfriend, you take your time, teasing Charlotte with a sensuous, gentle fucking that gradually builds her arousal to orgasmic heights. As she shudders and moans in ecstasy, you speed up the rate of your thrusting, and soon reach your own orgasm, pouring your semen into the depths of her vagina.
Exhausted, the two of you collapse into your seats and watch the last few minutes of the movie. Only when the credits roll does Charlotte finally put her top and thong back on.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles as she feels you begin to stroke her pussy through her thong, and she spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
“Sure – I enjoy table tennis,” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Charlotte’s thong hungrily. “God that’s a sexy outfit, Charlotte! I don’t know how you get away with it.”
“Luck, mostly,” says Charlotte. “And staying out of sight of professors.”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s bottom and thong with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your top?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to cop a feel?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a shiver. “I imagine Adolf is missing me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s visible nipples and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” says Colin.
“Hi Babe,” says Adolf. “Take off your clothes, there’s a good girl.”
Charlotte, to your delight, does not hesitate; she pulls her top up over her head and tosses it on the floor, then she pulls her thong down and steps out of it. As Colin and Adolf stare with undisguised lust at her naked body, you say, “Good girl. Now...
Do whatever else Adolf tells you.”
I think all three of us should fuck you ... at the same time.”
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her outrageous outfit. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, she spreads her thighs apart, showing off the front of her thong, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines, and she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte sighs happily as you massage her buttocks. You kiss her passionately, then pull back with a smile. “Terry’s watching us, as usual,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
“Want to go over there and let him play with me some more?” she asks impishly.
You chuckle, and reply...
“Not this time ... the poor bloke’s probably still recovering from the last time.”
“All right then – but take off your clothes and put them in your bag first.”
Charlotte does not object as you pull her top up to fully expose her breasts. She giggles when you grasp her breasts in your hands, then shivers as you bend down and begin sucking on her left nipple.
A minute or so later, when you attempt to pull her top up over her head, she giggles and raises her arms for you. “Well now you have me topless,” she says. “You naughty man.”
You grin as you tuck her top into her bag. “I dare you to get on the bus like that,” you say.
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Challenge accepted,” she says.
You continue to play with Charlotte’s breasts until her bus arrives. As she boards it, you catch a glimpse of a portly middle-aged driver beaming in delight at Charlotte’s naked breasts. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“I like the sound of that!” says Adolf, with a dirty laugh. “All right Charlotte, get on the bed on your back and spread your legs!”
“Okay,” says Charlotte meekly, and she lies down on Colin’s bed and parts her legs, revealing the most intimate details of her pussy to your (and Colin’s and Adolf’s) gaze. You are curious to see this side of her; she is by nature very strong-willed and independent, and it is odd to see her submit obediently to the instructions of an obnoxious, unwashed, unattractive little pervert like Adolf.
“Cool!” says Adolf, hurriedly stripping off his jeans and boxers. He coughs up some phlegm, smears it over the head of his penis and around Charlotte’s vagina, then he lies on top of her and plunges himself deep inside her.
You and Colin watch, mesmerised, as Adolf fucks Charlotte with wild, uncoordinated thrusts. Then he grabs her face, turns it towards his, and pokes his tongue into her mouth. She parts her lips for him and kisses him back with surprising enthusiasm.
“Now turn over,” says Adolf, a minute or so later. He pulls out of her and kneels upright. “On your hands and knees.”
Charlotte turns herself over, gets up on to all fours, and then she gasps as he presses the head of his erection against her anus.
“Need more lube,” Adolf mutters, and he spits a few more times into his hand. Thoroughly working his phlegmy saliva around Charlotte’s anus, he tries again, and this time his shaft sinks steadily into Charlotte’s rectum until he is fully buried. Then he begins fucking her, while she closes her eyes, smiling contentedly.
Adolf soon reaches his climax, and he groans as his cock spews semen deep into your girlfriend’s bowels. Then he pulls out of Charlotte’s anus, climbs off the bed, and says, “Your turn, Colin.”
Colin eagerly strips off his trousers and underwear as Charlotte rolls over on to her back. He climbs on top of her, then sinks his short, pudgy erection into her vagina. After a couple of minutes of thrusting, he groans and collapses on top of her.
“Thanks for sharing your girlfriend with us,” says Adolf.
“What are friends for?” you reply with a smile.
“Who’s up for some Star Trek?” asks Colin, climbing off Charlotte, who remains lying on her back with her legs spread.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin rather breathlessly.
Charlotte puts her top and thong back on, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she says, “Are you okay with everything I did back there?”
“Absolutely!” you tell her. “Are you?”
Charlotte nods and smiles. “I seem to be a slut,” she says. “And, honestly, I’m loving it. But first and foremost, my darling, I am yours. The moment you decide you want me all to yourself, I won’t let another man touch me.”
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte shivers, but you can tell she is delighted by the idea. “Okay,” she says, and she climbs on to Colin’s bed. Lying back, she spreads her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy, vagina and anus for everyone’s viewing pleasure. “Do you want to fetch the Vaseline first, though, Sweetie?”
“Good idea,” you agree, and you hurry back to your room to retrieve your jar of Vaseline. When you get back to Colin’s room, you find that he and Adolf have already stripped off their trousers and underwear, and you quickly do the same. Then you say, “All right chaps, I’ll take her...
Mouth.”
Vagina.”
Anus.”
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, perhaps just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them stroking her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. They are all flattering her and showing off for her, and she seems to be loving every moment of it. She downs another shot, and you notice that the thigh-stroker is working his way up towards her thong as he gently teases her knees apart with his leg. Meanwhile, her masseur has slid his hands down her chest to her breasts, which he is squeezing and caressing.
As the thigh-stroker begins stroking her pussy through her thong, Charlotte drinks yet another shot. “You lot are going to get me drunk!” she giggles tipsily. She seems to be unaware that the young man behind her has now pulled up her top to expose her breasts, while the man in front has slipped his hand down inside the front of her thong and is eagerly fingering her pussy.
Then the lad stroking her breasts leans around to kiss her on the lips, and, as Charlotte enthusiastically responds, he gently leans her back until her shoulder-blades come to rest on the newly-vacated bar stool behind her. Meanwhile, as Charlotte’s knees rise up into the air, the young man in front of her begins pulling her thong down her legs.
The thong falls to the floor. “Oh my!” gasps Charlotte as a thick penis slides into her vagina. Then her top is removed, too, and it falls to the floor next to her thong as her thigh-stroker fucks her with rapid strokes.
“I’m not sure this is really the place for ... mmmff!” says Charlotte, suddenly silenced by the breast-stroker’s penis being shoved into her mouth. She begins sucking on it willingly.
After three minutes of this, the thigh-stroker withdraws his penis, and you briefly see white semen leaking out of Charlotte’s vagina before another penis is shoved in. Then you lose sight of her in the press of young men jostling in front of you, and you try to circle around to get a better vantage point.
About five minutes later, you have no idea what is currently happening to Charlotte. Then, unexpectedly, she pushes through the crowd, clutching her top and thong. “Sorry!” she apologises. “This has been fun, but I’m really feeling the need for some alone time with my boyfriend!”
To the dismay of the young men who had not yet taken a turn with her, she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. “Now I think you should take me back to your room,” she says, “and fuck me senseless.”
“I would like that very much,” you say.
Outside, Charlotte stops to put her thong and top back on. “Are you okay with what happened in there, Sweetie?” she asks.
“Well, losing sight of you was a little worrying,” you say, “but yes, I’m okay. Obviously I’ve given you my blessing to have sex with other men for my entertainment – and yours. If I change my mind about that, I’ll let you know.”
Charlotte nods, and the two of you continue up to your room, where you have amazing sex. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You continue to caress Charlotte’s bottom until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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Charlotte shivers and looks around. “All right,” she says, and she quickly takes off her top and thong. Once she has tucked them into her bag, the two of you head over towards the homeless man.
“Hello Terry!” you say to him. “Would you like to play with my sexy girlfriend some more?”
Terry grins toothlessly. “‘Course I would!” he says. “‘Allo again, Miss.”
“Good!” you say. “All right Charlotte, lie down next to the nice gentleman and spread your legs please.”
Terry grabs his coat and spreads it out on the ground. “You can lie on this if you like,” he says.
“Thanks,” says Charlotte gratefully. She lies down on the coat, and spreads her thighs wide apart. “Have a good feel, Terry,” she invites him, and then she adds, bravely, “or a fuck, if you like.”
“Gawd,” says Terry, awestruck. “Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse!”
“Here,” you say, retrieving Charlotte’s little jar of Vaseline from her bag. “This’ll help.”
Terry scoops some Vaseline out of the jar and, with a huge grin, applies it liberally to Charlotte’s pussy. Then, tugging his trousers and underpants down to his knees, he lies down on top of Charlotte and slides his erect penis into her vagina.
“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” says Charlotte, wide-eyed, as Terry begins to fuck her with leisurely strokes.
Concerned, you wonder for a moment if you should pull Terry off her, but the longer you hesitate, the more Charlotte seems to relax and start enjoying the experience. Eventually she smiles, and wraps her legs around the old man’s back. “Kiss me Terry,” she says.
Terry grins and presses his lips to hers, then he pokes his tongue into her mouth. She grimaces a little at the taste, but responds with enthusiasm, sucking on his tongue for a while and then pushing hers into his mouth.
For an old man, Terry has surprisingly stamina, lasting almost fifteen minutes before he groans and pumps his semen into your girlfriend. Charlotte smiles and pats his back. “Good job Terry,” she says. “Thank you.”
After taking a couple of minutes to get his breath back, Terry climbs off Charlotte and then helps her to her feet. “That was fantastic!” he says. “You’re both very kind to an old man.”
“You’re welcome, Terry,” you say. “Come on, Charlotte – let’s get you home.”
You walk Charlotte back to the bus stop, where you kiss her lovingly. “Well done, my darling,” you say.
Charlotte shivers. “Not bad for an uptight church girl, eh?” she replies.
To your great satisfaction, she leaves her clothes in her bag, remaining naked, with Terry’s semen running down her thigh, until the bus arrives. She kisses you goodbye and boards the bus; the driver beams with delight, and says something to her that you do not catch, but it makes her laugh. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her top up and over her head.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her bare breasts.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now wearing only her thong, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, putting her top back on. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull her top up above her breasts. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her breasts fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
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As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she walks over to Barry and says, “Barry, I can’t help noticing you seem very interested in my thong. “Would you like to have a little feel?”
“Um, sure!” says Barry. He reaches out, a little hesitantly, and then he cups her pussy through her thong. “Wow...”
“May I have a feel too?” asks Jeff, getting out of his chair.
“I don’t see why not,” says Charlotte, her eyes widening a little as Barry begins gently stroking her pussy.
Jeff comes up behind Charlotte, reaches around her, and grabs hold of her breasts through her top. As he squeezes them, Barry begins to slip his hand inside Charlotte’s thong, and she moans as he starts caressing her labia and clitoris directly. Meanwhile, Jeff is pulling up Charlotte’s top to expose her breasts, which he then grasps with both hands.
You watch, fascinated, as Barry begins pulling Charlotte’s thong down her thighs with one hand. As he slips a finger of his other hand into her vagina, she gasps, but does not stop him. For the next minute or so, Barry rapidly finger-fucks her while Jeff squeezes and caresses her breasts.
Then, completely unbidden, Charlotte turns and bends over the ping-pong table, spreading her feet apart and arching her back so as to present her vagina for fucking. As a signal, it is hard to misinterpret, and Barry wastes no time in taking out his erect penis and plunging it deep inside her. As he fucks your girlfriend with a broad grin on his face, he looks over at you and winks.
You take a seat and watch Charlotte’s face as Barry’s penis pistons in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted in a half-smile of erotic pleasure. Then she opens her eyes, and sees you looking at her. For a moment she looks a little anxious, but you smile reassuringly at her, and she relaxes.
After ten minutes or so, Barry suddenly increases the speed of his thrusting, and then he groans and stiffens as he pumps his semen into Charlotte. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he pulls out of her vagina, gives her a slap on her left buttock, and says, “All yours, Jeff.”
Jeff grimaces slightly at the sight of Barry’s semen oozing out of Charlotte’s vagina, but he barely hesitates before pulling out his own erection and sinking it into her moist depths. Gripping her hips, he fucks her so hard and fast that it soon brings her to orgasm.
“Oh God!” she cries. “Yes! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me hard! Aaaaahhhh!” She shudders as her entire body is wracked with orgasmic bliss.
Soon afterward, Jeff gasps and spasms as he reaches his own climax, filling her up with his sperm. When he pulls out of her, a minute or so later, she stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around his neck. “Thank you Jeff,” she says softly, and she gives him a tender kiss, to which he eagerly responds. You catch a brief glimpse of their tongues intertwining, before they pull apart.
Charlotte then turns to Barry, who takes her in his arms and bends her over backwards as he kisses her. It is a very sloppy kiss – you see saliva flowing down Barry’s tongue and into Charlotte’s mouth – but she does not seem to mind. When he eventually releases her, she tugs her thong up and her top down.
“Okay!” she says brightly. “Who wants another game of doubles?”
“Sure,” you reply.
After a couple more games, you and Charlotte bid Jeff and Barry goodnight.
Outside, you say, “Holy cow, Charlotte...”
“I hope I didn’t go too far,” she says uncertainly. “You’d have stopped it, though, if I had?”
“You were fine,” you reassure her. “Incredible, in fact. I love to see other men fuck you.”
She smiles. “I’ll fuck any man you want me to fuck,” she says. “And when you decide you don’t want me doing that any more, I’ll stop.”
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull her top up above her breasts. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her breasts fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
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Charlotte moves to allow Colin to lie down on his back, and then she lies down on top of him. Taking a dollop of Vaseline from the jar, she uses it to lube up Colin’s erection and her own vaginal opening. His four-inch-long, pudgy cock slips inside her, and he begins gently fucking her.
Adolf now applies Vaseline to his own erection, and to Charlotte’s anus. Lying down on top of her but supporting himself with his hands, he slowly slides his long, thin, rather oddly-shaped cock deep into your girlfriend’s rectum. Then, with a broad grin, he begins thrusting himself back and forth inside her.
Charlotte’s head is close to the edge of the bed; you kneel down next to her and push your erect penis into her mouth as she opens it. She sucks on it eagerly and swirls her tongue around its head; the sensation is wonderful and you close your eyes, smiling happily.
After a short while, judging by their groans of pleasure, Adolf and Colin seem to be approaching their climaxes. You are getting fairly close yourself, thanks to the attentions of Charlotte’s tongue, and you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte shifts position to allow Colin to lie down on his side with his back against the wall. She then lies down on her side with her back to him, and she lifts her right leg up so that her vagina and anus can be more easily accessed. Colin lubricates his pudgy erection and Charlotte’s anus with Vaseline, and then he slowly sinks his cock into her rectum, making her moan contentedly.
You now lie down in front of Charlotte, facing her. After a quick application of Vaseline, you sink your penis into her vagina and begin thrusting. She smiles at you and kisses you, but then she raises her head and takes Adolf’s penis into her mouth, sucking eagerly on it as he thrusts it back and forth.
For the next couple of minutes you, Colin and Adolf all fuck Charlotte while you and Colin take turns playing with her breasts. Then, sensing that Colin and Adolf are approaching their climaxes, you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte moves over so that you can lie down on the bed on your back. You lube up your erection with Vaseline, then, as Charlotte straddles you and lowers herself down, you rub more Vaseline into her anus. As she descends further, you position the head of your erection at her anal opening, and watch as her sphincter expands to accommodate you. She sits all the way down, so that you are fully buried in her rectum.
Then she lies back against you, raising her legs in the air as Adolf climbs on top of her. Having lubricated his penis, he plunges it deep into her vagina and begins fucking her vigorously. The motion causes your own erection to slide back and forth within her rectum; you are fucking her without moving a muscle.
Colin, resting one knee upon the bed, now waves his short and pudgy erection in Charlotte’s face. She opens her mouth and takes it in, sucking eagerly on it while her vagina and anus are being fucked by two other penises.
After a couple of minutes, you guess that Colin and Adolf are both getting close to orgasm, so you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Colin comes first, grunting as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Adolf groans with pleasure as he spurts semen deep inside Charlotte’s rectum. You take a little longer, but Adolf and Colin are still inside your girlfriend when your semen sprays against her tonsils.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and Colin gently pushes her off him as he climbs out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her top and thong back on, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Colin climaxes first, grunting as he shoots his semen deep into Charlotte’s rectum. A few moments later, you reach your own orgasm, groaning ecstatically as you pump your girlfriend’s vagina full of your sperm.
Then Adolf gasps and twitches as he ejaculates into Charlotte’s mouth. To her credit, she swallows every drop, and on tiniest to suck him as he softens, milking him of every last drop of his semen.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and then Colin carefully climbs over her as he gets out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her top and thong back on, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf comes first, gasping with ecstasy as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Charlotte’s tongue brings Colin to a climax, and his fat little cock fills her mouth with his sperm.
You grab Charlotte’s hips and start fucking her anus with powerful strokes, until finally you reach your own orgasm, pumping your semen deep into her bowels. Charlotte sighs happily as you reach around her chest and squeeze her breasts.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and you gently push her off you as you climb out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her top and thong back on, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. “This is nice,” she murmurs, laying her head on your shoulder for a moment.
A couple of minutes later, she takes out her phone and starts texting. You respect her privacy enough not to peek, but you cannot help wondering who is on the other end of the lengthy conversation that follows.
After the lecture, Charlotte says, “Well, I’ve told my Dad about us.”
“Wow,” you say. “How much?”
“Not much,” she admits. “Just that you’re my official boyfriend. And now, of course, he wants to meet you.”
“Wow!” you say again. “When?”
“Tonight,” she says. “He’s invited us both to dinner.”
“Good grief!” you say, rather dismayed. “Um – I’m not really dressed for meeting your dad...”
“You look fine,” she assures you. “Just be respectful, but be yourself. I don’t want you to falsely represent yourself just to make him like you. That could backfire badly. On the other hand, don’t freak him out or he’ll stop funding my university education and I’ll have to drop out.”
“No pressure then!” you say nervously. “All right – let’s do it.”
The two of you head to a bus stop on Charlotte’s route home, and board the next bus that arrives. The driver is astonished by Charlotte’s outfit, and he says, “‘Ere, that’s a bit indecent, innit?”
“I’ll be putting some more clothes on when we get settled,” says Charlotte.
You follow her upstairs, grinning at her delicious bottom, and join her at the back of the upper deck. The ensuing journey takes over an hour, but Charlotte is very pleasant company and the time flies. As you approach her stop, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her clothes. “Time to get modest,” she says.
It is odd to see her in a long dress again after all this time. When the bus stops, the two of you get off and walk a hundred yards or so to Charlotte’s house. Charlotte opens the front door, and you step inside after her.
Her father is an imposing man. “Hi, I’m Edgar,” he says, shaking your hand. “Come on through to the living room – I’d like a little chat before dinner.”
As Charlotte heads into the kitchen with her mother, you follow Edgar into the living room and sit down in an armchair. “Tell me about yourself,” he says, standing directly in front of you so that you have to look up at him. You suddenly feel very small.
“Well, I’m a student, studying physical geography,” you begin, “but I suppose you know that already. Um, I enjoy...
Reading, watching movies, and running obstacle courses.”
Crosswords, video games, and spending time with Charlotte.”
“Obstacle courses, eh?” says Edgar. “You mean like ropes, monkey bars, climbing walls, that kind of thing?”
“Yes, exactly,” you reply.
Edgar nods. “I used to be a climber,” he says. “Mountains, rather than walls, though.”
“Oh I’d love to do some proper rock-climbing,” you say. “What mountains did you climb?”
Edgar launches into a series of climbing stories, and seems pleased to have a willing listener. Eventually, Charlotte enters and summons you both to dinner. You follow her through to the dining room and sit down next to her at the table. Sitting across from you is Charlotte’s younger sister, Diane.
“Perhaps our guest could say grace,” suggests Edgar.
You can sense Charlotte stiffening in alarm next to you. You smile politely and say,
“I’m afraid I don’t know any.”
“Sorry, but as an atheist, I don’t do that sort of thing.”
“Of course.”
Edgar frowns. “Video games, eh?” he says. “Can’t say I approve of those. Too much sex and violence, not to mention profanity.”
“Not in the games I play,” you quickly assure him. “I’m most fond of car-racing games, puzzle games ... occasionally a nice sports game like Grand Slam Tennis or Hole 18.”
“Hmm – fair enough,” says Edgar. “You know, when I was a young lad like you, Tetris was considered state-of-the-art. I confess I wasted many hours playing that game.”
“There’s a reason it’s regarded as a classic,” you say. “It’s still a great game.” You enthuse about some of your own favourite games, but Edgar shows little interest.
Eventually, Charlotte enters and summons you both to dinner. You follow her through to the dining room and sit down next to her at the table. Sitting across from you is Charlotte’s younger sister, Diane.
“Perhaps our guest could say grace,” suggests Edgar.
You can sense Charlotte stiffening in alarm next to you. You smile politely and say,
“I’m afraid I don’t know any.”
“Sorry, but as an atheist, I don’t do that sort of thing.”
“Of course.”
Edgar looks at you in surprise. “Are you not from a Christian family?”
“No, my parents aren’t really religious,” you confess. “I never went to church as a child, or anything like that.”
“Then we shall have to educate you,” says Edgar, a little sternly. He bows his head, and his wife and daughters follow suit. Not wanting to offend, you do the same.
“Dear Lord,” intones Edgar, “please bestow your merciful blessings on us poor sinners as we partake of this food which you have graciously provided, and for which we offer our humble thanks. In the name of your son, our saviour, Jesus Christ, who died and rose again for our salvation. Amen.”
“Amen,” you say, along with the others.
The meal is delicious, and you compliment Charlotte’s mother on her cooking skills. She seems very pleased. “Thank you dear, I’m glad you like it,” she says.
“You say you never went to church,” says Edgar suddenly. This has clearly been bothering him. “I assume you believe in God, though?”
You reply,
“Well sure – how else did everything get here?”
“Actually I don’t – I’ve seen no evidence to convince me that God exists.”
“You’re an atheist?” Edgar almost explodes.
“Dear!” says his wife warningly. “Why don’t you just go ahead and say grace yourself?”
Edgar, scowling, bows his head, and his wife and daughters follow suit. Not wanting to offend, you do the same.
“Dear Lord,” intones Edgar, “please bestow your merciful blessings on us poor sinners as we partake of this food which you have graciously provided, and for which we offer our humble thanks. In the name of your son, our saviour, Jesus Christ, who died and rose again for our salvation. Amen.”
There is an awkward silence as the meal begins. The food is delicious, and you compliment Charlotte’s mother on her cooking skills. She seems very pleased. “Thank you dear, I’m glad you like it,” she says.
“So you’re an atheist,” says Edgar suddenly. “How did you come to the remarkable conclusion that God does not exist?”
You shrug and reply, “Well, I’ve seen no evidence to convince me that God exists.”
“But look around you!” says Edgar. “You think all of this – the world, people, life itself – just came about by random chance?”
Charlotte, her mother, and her sister seem a little nervous. You take a breath, then reply,
“I’m happy to discuss and justify my beliefs with you, but perhaps the dinner table isn’t the best place?”
“Not by random chance, no. Through the actions of natural processes, yes.”
You bow your head, and everybody else at the table follows suit. “For what we are about to receive, O Lord, we are truly thankful. Amen.”
The meal is delicious, and you compliment Charlotte’s mother on her cooking skills. She seems very pleased. “Thank you dear, I’m glad you like it,” she says.
Conversation during the meal starts out light and uncontroversial, but Edgar, keen to figure you out, soon begins to fire questions at you.
“What do you intend to do with that geography degree of yours, once you leave university?” he asks.
You reply,
“I’ll probably apply for a job at a big oil company – that’s where the money is.”
“I think I’d like to remain in academia. Research, or teach perhaps.”
“I really have no idea at this point.”
Edgar nods. “We need to get you in church, though, young man,” he says. “What use is a secular education without a spiritual education to go along with it?”
You are fairly sure this is a rhetorical question, so you refrain from replying. Conversation turns to lighter matters for a while, but Edgar, keen to figure you out, soon begins to fire questions at you.
“What do you intend to do with that geography degree of yours, once you leave university?” he asks.
You reply,
“I’ll probably apply for a job at a big oil company – that’s where the money is.”
“I think I’d like to remain in academia. Research, or teach perhaps.”
“I really have no idea at this point.”
“But look around you!” says Edgar. “You think all of this – the world, people, life itself – just came about by random chance?”
Charlotte, her mother, and her sister seem a little nervous. You take a breath, then reply,
“I’m happy to discuss and justify my beliefs with you, but perhaps the dinner table isn’t the best place?”
“Not by random chance, no. Through the actions of natural processes, yes.”
Edgar looks a little taken aback, but then he chuckles. “Perhaps you’re right,” he says. “For the sake of a harmonious dinner, let’s chat about it another time.”
The female contingent at the table visibly relaxes, and the rest of the meal passes quite pleasantly. Afterwards, you and Edgar head into the living room, while Charlotte and her mother clear the table and start washing the dishes. You feel a little indignant about this on Charlotte’s behalf, but you do not wish to antagonise anyone by pointing out the obvious: that this is a very conservative household.
“Tell me about your relationship with Charlotte,” says Edgar. “And, where do you see it going?”
You think carefully before replying,
“We’re in love. Honestly, I’d like to marry her someday.”
“We spend every available moment together. I hope we continue to do so.”
“Natural processes!” snorts Edgar. “Like evolution? Don’t make me laugh!”
“You don’t subscribe to the theory of evolution?” you inquire.
“I’ll subscribe to it when I see a monkey give birth to a human,” says Edgar scornfully.
“Well, the theory doesn’t claim that could ever happen,” you say, “so I’m not quite sure why you would make such a demand of it.”
“Evolution says Man came from monkeys,” says Edgar.
“No it doesn’t,” you contradict him, as politely as possible. “At least not directly. We have in our ancestry animals that you would probably call monkeys if you saw them, but they gave rise to apes ... and apes, much later, gave rise to humans.”
“Apes, monkeys – you’re just nit-picking,” says Edgar with a frown. “My point still applies. Show me an ape giving birth to a human.”
“That happens every time a human is born,” you tell him, “since humans are by definition apes, thanks to the inclusion in the family Hominidae: the great apes.”
“Speak for yourself!” snaps Edgar. “I’m not a damn ape!”
“Language, dear,” says his wife gently.
“Perhaps the two of you could take your argument outside,” suggests Charlotte wryly. “It looks like it might devolve into fisticuffs, and I fear for our fine china.”
Edgar relaxes a little, and laughs. “I can get a little heated in the defence of my faith,” he acknowledges, “for which I apologise to our guest. You might have warned me, Charlotte, that you were bringing an atheist to dinner.”
“I hoped it wouldn’t come up,” says Charlotte. “I knew you wouldn’t approve.”
“Well of course I don’t approve!” says her father. “We’ll talk about that later. But the lad deserves a civil host, nonetheless, and it would have been nice to be adequately prepared.”
The tension in the room is still high and, in an attempt to defuse it, you say,
“Perhaps I should leave...?”
“I’m sorry you disapprove of my views, Edgar – but I want you to know that I totally respect yours.”
“Very true,” says Edgar, nodding. “I imagine its a field with a lot of competition, though – are your grades sufficiently high to impress a prospective employer?”
“Well I’m still in my first year, so there’s a long road ahead,” you say. “But so far I think I’m doing pretty well.”
The rest of the meal passes quite pleasantly. Afterwards, you and Edgar head into the living room, while Charlotte and her mother clear the table and start washing the dishes. You feel a little indignant about this on Charlotte’s behalf, but you do not wish to antagonise anyone by pointing out the obvious: that this is a very conservative household.
“Tell me about your relationship with Charlotte,” says Edgar. “And, where do you see it going?”
You think carefully before replying,
“We’re in love. Honestly, I’d like to marry her someday.”
“We spend every available moment together. I hope we continue to do so.”
“Hmm,” says Edgar. “Commendable ... but not a lot of money in that, I should think.”
“Money isn’t everything,” you say cheerfully.
“It’s important, though, if you want to raise a family,” says Edgar.
“Teachers and professors seem to be able to raise families just fine,” you remark. “Research scientists, too. They wouldn’t do it if they didn’t get paid. I’m not looking to become a millionaire, but I do intend to get a job I can be passionate about.”
Edgar nods. “Fair enough,” he says.
The rest of the meal passes quite pleasantly. Afterwards, you and Edgar head into the living room, while Charlotte and her mother clear the table and start washing the dishes. You feel a little indignant about this on Charlotte’s behalf, but you do not wish to antagonise anyone by pointing out the obvious: that this is a very conservative household.
“Tell me about your relationship with Charlotte,” says Edgar. “And, where do you see it going?”
You think carefully before replying,
“We’re in love. Honestly, I’d like to marry her someday.”
“We spend every available moment together. I hope we continue to do so.”
“No idea at all?” asks Edgar in surprise. “Presumably you had some sort of future in mind when you chose your degree?”
“Not really,” you say. “I chose according to my strengths and interests. As to where the degree will take me ... well, I’m certainly looking forward to finding out, but I’m only in my first year. There’s plenty of time for me to figure out what people with physical geography degrees can do out in the world.”
“I think that’s a little short-sighted, young man,” says Edgar sternly. “You need a plan! You can’t just drift through life, seeing where it will take you.”
“I will come up with a plan,” you assure him. “But I want to take my time and make sure it’s the right plan.”
“Fair enough, I suppose,” says Edgar.
The rest of the meal passes quite pleasantly. Afterwards, you and Edgar head into the living room, while Charlotte and her mother clear the table and start washing the dishes. You feel a little indignant about this on Charlotte’s behalf, but you do not wish to antagonise anyone by pointing out the obvious: that this is a very conservative household.
“Tell me about your relationship with Charlotte,” says Edgar. “And, where do you see it going?”
You think carefully before replying,
“We’re in love. Honestly, I’d like to marry her someday.”
“We spend every available moment together. I hope we continue to do so.”
“No, not at all,” says Charlotte’s mother quickly.
“By all means stay, young man,” says Edgar gruffly. “Let’s just avoid contentious subjects, though.”
The rest of the meal passes a little more pleasantly. Afterwards, you and Edgar head into the living room, while Charlotte and her mother clear the table and start washing the dishes. You feel a little indignant about this on Charlotte’s behalf, but you do not wish to antagonise anyone by pointing out the obvious: that this is a very conservative household.
“Tell me about your relationship with Charlotte,” says Edgar. “And, where do you see it going?”
You think carefully before replying,
“We’re in love. Honestly, I’d like to marry her someday.”
“We spend every available moment together. I hope we continue to do so.”
“Well, I appreciate that,” says Edgar. “You and I clearly don’t see eye to eye, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be respectful of each other. Perhaps for tonight, though, we should try to avoid certain contentious subjects.”
The rest of the meal passes a little more pleasantly. Afterwards, you and Edgar head into the living room, while Charlotte and her mother clear the table and start washing the dishes. You feel a little indignant about this on Charlotte’s behalf, but you do not wish to antagonise anyone by pointing out the obvious: that this is a very conservative household.
“Tell me about your relationship with Charlotte,” says Edgar. “And, where do you see it going?”
You think carefully before replying,
“We’re in love. Honestly, I’d like to marry her after we leave university.”
“We spend every available moment together. I hope we continue to do so.”
“Indeed?” says Edgar, raising an eyebrow. “Do you think you’ll be able to just jump into a job that pays well enough for you to support Charlotte?”
“Well, I imagine she’ll have a job too,” you say. “Two incomes – I’m sure we’ll manage.”
“You expect Charlotte to work?” Edgar inquires.
“Yes,” you say. “Not because I’d insist on it, but because I know she wants to. Heck, she’ll probably be making more money than me. She’s brighter than I am.”
“But what if you have children?” asks Edgar. “She won’t want to keep working then.”
“Are you sure about that?” you inquire. “Have you asked her? Because I really doubt she’d be happy as a stay-at-home mum.”
“Hmm,” says Edgar. “She might feel differently when she holds a baby in her arms. Babies change things, you know – especially for women.”
“Perhaps,” you acknowledge. “But, if it comes to that, by then I might be in a better-paying job. Anyway, it’ll be something for Charlotte and I to figure out together.”
Edgar nods. The conversation turns to less weighty matters, and shortly afterwards you are joined by Charlotte, her sister, and her mother. The remainder of the evening goes well, until about nine o’clock, when you decide it is probably time to leave.
“Well, thank you for the delicious dinner and a nice evening,” you say. “I should get back to my hall of residence.”
“A pleasure meeting you, young man,” says Edgar, shaking your hand. “I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.”
“I’ll see you out,” says Charlotte, and she walks with you to the front door. Outside, she kisses you. “Well done,” she says. “I think you made a good impression.”
“Thank you,” you reply. “It was kind of surreal, seeing you fully dressed and behaving like a lady in such a conservative setting.”
She giggles. “I’m sure it was. Don’t worry, though – I’ll be back in a sheer top and thong again tomorrow morning. Oh! That reminds me. Wait here.” She runs back inside, and you wait, puzzled, for a couple of minutes. Then Charlotte returns, holding a plastic bag. “Take a look at these,” she says, her eyes shining.
You reach into the bag and pull out a pale green piece of material. Further investigation reveals it to be a five-inch-wide band, gauzy and stretchy. “A microskirt?” you ask.
Charlotte laughs. “No, I’m all finished with skirts,” she says. “That’s a boob tube. It’s as see-through as my crop-tops – maybe even more so – but being strapless it’s even skimpier and naughtier.”
“I love it!” you say.
“I got the same design in five different colours,” she says, “which I’ll rotate throughout the week. I also got something else. Look in the bag again.”
You dig beneath the boob tubes and pull out an even skimpier garment. It is a white thong with a very small triangular panel at the front that looks as sheer as the boob tube. “Holy cow!” you exclaim.
Charlotte giggles again. “I got a bunch of those,” she says. “All white. I’ll have to be completely shaven down below to wear them though – I hope you don’t mind...”
“I’ll try to endure it,” you reply gallantly.
“All right then,” she says, and she gives you a long kiss. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be more exposed than ever!”
“I look forward to it,” you say with a grin. “Goodnight Charlotte.”
You walk to the bus stop, and catch a bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You miss her already, and can’t wait to see her again tomorrow...
Continue.
“That’s very nice, I’m sure,” says Edgar. “I do hope you are not neglecting your studies, however...”
You shake your head. “Charlotte would never let that happen, even if I would,” you tell him. “She has a relentless focus on her work.”
“She’s her father’s daughter in that regard,” says Edgar. “I do value hard work.”
“As do I,” you say.
“I’m glad to hear it,” says Edgar.
The conversation turns to less weighty matters, and shortly afterwards you are joined by Charlotte, her sister, and her mother. The remainder of the evening goes well, until about nine o’clock, when you decide it is probably time to leave.
“Well, thank you for the delicious dinner and a nice evening,” you say. “I should get back to my hall of residence.”
“A pleasure meeting you, young man,” says Edgar, shaking your hand. “I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.”
“I’ll see you out,” says Charlotte, and she walks with you to the front door. Outside, she kisses you. “Well done,” she says. “I think you made a good impression.”
“Thank you,” you reply. “It was kind of surreal, seeing you fully dressed and behaving like a lady in such a conservative setting.”
She giggles. “I’m sure it was. Don’t worry, though – I’ll be back in a sheer top and thong again tomorrow morning. Oh! That reminds me. Wait here.” She runs back inside, and you wait, puzzled, for a couple of minutes. Then Charlotte returns, holding a plastic bag. “Take a look at these,” she says, her eyes shining.
You reach into the bag and pull out a pale green piece of material. Further investigation reveals it to be a five-inch-wide band, gauzy and stretchy. “A microskirt?” you ask.
Charlotte laughs. “No, I’m all finished with skirts,” she says. “That’s a boob tube. It’s as see-through as my crop-tops – maybe even more so – but being strapless it’s even skimpier and naughtier.”
“I love it!” you say.
“I got the same design in five different colours,” she says, “which I’ll rotate throughout the week. I also got something else. Look in the bag again.”
You dig beneath the boob tubes and pull out an even skimpier garment. It is a white thong with a very small triangular panel at the front that looks as sheer as the boob tube. “Holy cow!” you exclaim.
Charlotte giggles again. “I got a bunch of those,” she says. “All white. I’ll have to be completely shaven down below to wear them though – I hope you don’t mind...”
“I’ll try to endure it,” you reply gallantly.
“All right then,” she says, and she gives you a long kiss. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be more exposed than ever!”
“I look forward to it,” you say with a grin. “Goodnight Charlotte.”
You walk to the bus stop, and catch a bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You miss her already, and can’t wait to see her again tomorrow...
Continue.
Edgar frowns. “I’m afraid I have a problem with that. You’re an atheist. I can’t have my daughter marrying an atheist.”
“What do you have against atheists?” you ask politely.
“You don’t believe in God!” exclaims Edgar. “How can I welcome into my family someone who doesn’t believe in God?”
“I would be happy for my daughter to marry a Christian,” you tell him. “But you didn’t really answer my question, so I’ll rephrase it: what do you have against people who don’t believe in God?”
“They have no basis for morality!” says Edgar. “How could I ever trust someone who does not acknowledge God as the author of morality?”
“My basis for morality is the same as yours,” you say. “Reason and empathy.”
“Mine is the Bible,” says Edgar with a frown.
“Really?” you inquire. “And how did you go about determining that the Bible was moral? Or, indeed, which Biblical instructions to follow and which not to follow?”
“I see where you’re going with that,” says Edgar. “Obviously one has to interpret certain passages...”
“Using, say, reason and empathy?” you suggest.
Edgar looks annoyed for a moment, then he laughs. “I can see I’m going to have to stay on my toes if we continue to talk on this subject. Just remember: anyone can be thrown by an argument he hasn’t heard before. It doesn’t mean the argument’s a good one.”
“When you feel better prepared,” you say with a smile, “I’ll be happy to continue.”
The conversation turns to less weighty matters, and shortly afterwards you are joined by Charlotte, her sister, and her mother. The remainder of the evening goes well, until about nine o’clock, when you decide it is probably time to leave.
“Well, thank you for the delicious dinner and a nice evening,” you say. “I should get back to my hall of residence.”
“A pleasure meeting you, young man,” says Edgar, shaking your hand. “I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.”
“I’ll see you out,” says Charlotte, and she walks with you to the front door. Outside, she kisses you. “Well done,” she says. “I think you made a good impression. He’ll try very hard to convert you, though.”
“He’s welcome to try,” you reply. Then you smile. “It was kind of surreal, seeing you fully dressed and behaving like a lady in such a conservative setting.”
She giggles. “I’m sure it was. Don’t worry, though – I’ll be back in a sheer top and thong again tomorrow morning. Oh! That reminds me. Wait here.” She runs back inside, and you wait, puzzled, for a couple of minutes. Then Charlotte returns, holding a plastic bag. “Take a look at these,” she says, her eyes shining.
You reach into the bag and pull out a pale green piece of material. Further investigation reveals it to be a five-inch-wide band, gauzy and stretchy. “A microskirt?” you ask.
Charlotte laughs. “No, I’m all finished with skirts,” she says. “That’s a boob tube. It’s as see-through as my crop-tops – maybe even more so – but being strapless it’s even skimpier and naughtier.”
“I love it!” you say.
“I got the same design in five different colours,” she says, “which I’ll rotate throughout the week. I also got something else. Look in the bag again.”
You dig beneath the boob tubes and pull out an even skimpier garment. It is a white thong with a very small triangular panel at the front that looks as sheer as the boob tube. “Holy cow!” you exclaim.
Charlotte giggles again. “I got a bunch of those,” she says. “All white. I’ll have to be completely shaven down below to wear them though – I hope you don’t mind...”
“I’ll try to endure it,” you reply gallantly.
“All right then,” she says, and she gives you a long kiss. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be more exposed than ever!”
“I look forward to it,” you say with a grin. “Goodnight Charlotte.”
You walk to the bus stop, and catch a bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You miss her already, and can’t wait to see her again tomorrow...
Continue.
Edgar sighs. “Well I suppose my concern with that is that you’ll have a bad influence on her moral character.”
“Because of my lack of belief in God?” you inquire. “Are you saying atheists can’t be moral?”
“Well I’m sure you claim to be moral,” says Edgar. “But unless you acknowledge the truth of the Bible, you have no basis for your morality.”
“My basis for morality is the same as yours,” you say. “Reason and empathy.”
“Mine is the Bible,” says Edgar with a frown.
“Really?” you inquire. “And how did you go about determining that the Bible was moral? Or, indeed, which Biblical instructions to follow and which not to follow?”
“I see where you’re going with that,” says Edgar. “Obviously one has to interpret certain passages...”
“Using, say, reason and empathy?” you suggest.
Edgar looks annoyed for a moment, then he laughs. “I can see I’m going to have to stay on my toes if we continue to talk on this subject. Just remember: anyone can be thrown by an argument he hasn’t heard before. It doesn’t mean the argument’s a good one.”
“When you feel better prepared,” you say with a smile, “I’ll be happy to continue.”
The conversation turns to less weighty matters, and shortly afterwards you are joined by Charlotte, her sister, and her mother. The remainder of the evening goes well, until about nine o’clock, when you decide it is probably time to leave.
“Well, thank you for the delicious dinner and a nice evening,” you say. “I should get back to my hall of residence.”
“A pleasure meeting you, young man,” says Edgar, shaking your hand. “I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.”
“I’ll see you out,” says Charlotte, and she walks with you to the front door. Outside, she kisses you. “Well done,” she says. “I think you made a good impression. He’ll try very hard to convert you, though.”
“He’s welcome to try,” you reply. Then you smile. “It was kind of surreal, seeing you fully dressed and behaving like a lady in such a conservative setting.”
She giggles. “I’m sure it was. Don’t worry, though – I’ll be back in a sheer top and thong again tomorrow morning. Oh! That reminds me. Wait here.” She runs back inside, and you wait, puzzled, for a couple of minutes. Then Charlotte returns, holding a plastic bag. “Take a look at these,” she says, her eyes shining.
You reach into the bag and pull out a pale green piece of material. Further investigation reveals it to be a five-inch-wide band, gauzy and stretchy. “A microskirt?” you ask.
Charlotte laughs. “No, I’m all finished with skirts,” she says. “That’s a boob tube. It’s as see-through as my crop-tops – maybe even more so – but being strapless it’s even skimpier and naughtier.”
“I love it!” you say.
“I got the same design in five different colours,” she says, “which I’ll rotate throughout the week. I also got something else. Look in the bag again.”
You dig beneath the boob tubes and pull out an even skimpier garment. It is a white thong with a very small triangular panel at the front that looks as sheer as the boob tube. “Holy cow!” you exclaim.
Charlotte giggles again. “I got a bunch of those,” she says. “All white. I’ll have to be completely shaven down below to wear them though – I hope you don’t mind...”
“I’ll try to endure it,” you reply gallantly.
“All right then,” she says, and she gives you a long kiss. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be more exposed than ever!”
“I look forward to it,” you say with a grin. “Goodnight Charlotte.”
You walk to the bus stop, and catch a bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You miss her already, and can’t wait to see her again tomorrow...
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte enters the room, you are delighted and amazed to see that she is wearing one of her sheer boob tubes, along with a skimpy, sheer white thong through which you can see the cleft between her labia. She sits down next to you with a smile and says, “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Your outfit today is just breathtaking, my darling.”
“Glad you approve,” she replies, with a little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – this could well be my last day!”
Fortunately, strapless tops are not unheard-of around the campus, and the professor, being too far away to make out details, does not give Charlotte’s top a second glance before launching into the lecture.
A few minutes later, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her breast through her top.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it through her boob tube. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand up the inside of the garment so that you can fondle her breasts directly.
Charlotte does not seem to mind this at all. She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull down her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Pull up her top to expose her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
You reach around her carefully, grasp both sides of her boob tube, and pull it up to her armpits. She gasps, but does not attempt to pull it back down. “Naughty!” she whispers.
To your delight, she leaves her breasts uncovered throughout the entire lecture, only lifting an arm across them when the professor turns to face the students. He does glance up at Charlotte with a slightly puzzled expression once or twice, but if he suspects there is something going on with her top, he says nothing about it. At the end of the lecture, as the students begin to get up to leave, Charlotte finally pulls her top down.
“You are awesome!” you whisper to her.
“Thanks,” she replies with a little giggle.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Why not?” she murmurs, half to herself. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while dressed only in a see-through boob tube.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “Me too,” she murmurs. Then, a moment later, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her little jar of Vaseline. “Here, take this,” she says. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she eases herself off her seat and gets down onto her hands and knees.
You eagerly take up a kneeling position behind her, and you pull her thong down to her knees. Taking out your erection and lubricating it with the Vaseline, you plunge it deep into Charlotte’s warm vagina. She moans softly as you begin to thrust in and out of her.
Every so often, the professor glances up towards the back of the room, but you preempt him each time by turning your upper body towards the front and feigning a look of mild interest. Then, when he turns away again, you turn back towards Charlotte and resume vigorously fucking her.
You pace yourself, timing your climax to coincide with Charlotte’s. She shudders as she hits her orgasm, but fortunately manages to keep relatively quiet. Even so, a few curious glances are directed your way by students in front of you. You angle your torso toward the front and pretend nothing is amiss, while your penis finishes spurting semen up against Charlotte’s cervix.
A few moments later you pull out of Charlotte, tug her thong up into place, and help her back into her seat. Her cheeks are very flushed and she is smiling happily. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was lovely!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte considers your request for a moment, then nods. “All right, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte looks around nervously. “All right,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her half-bared bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shrugs. “Not great,” she admits. “I’ve been gradually, in little ways, rebelling against my father’s draconian rules, and that’s caused some friction. He thinks it’s your influence, of course ... which is largely true, though I’m trying very hard to convince him otherwise.”
“Thank you,” you say.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and soon you have stripped off her boob tube and thong.
Naked, Charlotte looks around with wide eyes. “Someone could come along at any moment!” she whispers.
“I know,” you say, “and that’s why...
We should have sex immediately.”
I want you to go upstairs and flaunt your nudity at someone.”
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte responds passionately when you kiss her, and even allows you to lay her down on the grass. Then, while kissing her deeply, you...
Run your hand up inside her top.
Slide your hand inside her thong.
Charlotte smiles, and allows you to cuddle her from the side for a couple of minutes. Then she murmurs, “The professor keeps looking up at us; better stop, Sweetie.”
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right Sweetie,” she says, “but this time, I’m driving. Lie down on your back.”
You wait until the professor is not looking, then you hoist your legs up and lie down across the seats as Charlotte scoots forwards to make room. She takes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag, unzips you and frees your penis, then she thoroughly lubes you up until your erection is both rock-hard and slippery.
Then, pulling her thong down, Charlotte shuffles over until she is squatting in front of your loins. She reaches between her legs to grab your cock, then, slowly lowering herself down, she guides it into her vagina.
Having impaled herself on you, she calmly resumes taking notes. You cannot see the professor from where you are lying, but you guess that he might be currently facing the students. When, a minute later, Charlotte starts to bounce up and down on you, you surmise that the Professor has turned back to his board.
It is a slow, frustrating, but ultimately rewarding fuck. Charlotte climaxes first, but she keeps bouncing until you groan and shoot your semen up into the recesses of her vagina.
Charlotte dismounts a minute later, and you tuck yourself away and sit up. You watch as Charlotte pulls up her thong, then you grin at her as she turns and winks at you.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and as Charlotte reaches her orgasm and moans into her crooked elbow, the two young men are staring at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina.
Then Roddy says, rather urgently, “Owen’s coming!”
Charlotte gasps and bends down to pull up her thong as Neil and Roddy hurry back to their places. By the time Owen turns the corner, all four of you are working diligently on your assignment.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she looks around anxiously, then reaches over to her bag to retrieve her little jar of Vaseline. “Here!” she whispers. “This’ll help.”
You grin and quickly lubricate your erection, before sinking it deep into Charlotte’s vagina. You glance over at Neil and Roddy as you begin thrusting inside her; they are staring at you with a mixture of awe and astonishment.
Knowing Owen is constantly on the prowl, you fuck Charlotte hard and fast, trying to get to your climax as quickly as possible. Fortunately you manage to reach orgasm before he appears, and you groan with pleasure as you grasp Charlotte’s hips and press your loins hard against her bottom, spurting your semen deep inside her.
Seeing the top of Owen’s head looming close, you hurriedly withdraw from Charlotte’s vagina and tuck your penis away. Charlotte tugs her thong up, then she turns around and gives you a deep kiss as Neil and Roddy applaud quietly a few feet away.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy. Moving behind your girlfriend, you reach around her and pull up her boob tube to expose her breasts. To your great satisfaction, she makes no move to stop you, nor to cover her breasts back up.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning at her naked breasts, he reaches up and grasps them with his hands. Charlotte gasps, and you say…
“Hey, none of that – look but don’t touch.”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s thong and see-through top attract plenty of male attention. In fact, when you sit down at a table with Charlotte, she says, with a little giggle, “I lost count of the number of times my bottom got felt up in that queue!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte grins, and fishes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag. She hands it to you, then she lies down on the carpet and spreads her legs for you. You unzip your jeans, take out your erection, and lube it up thoroughly. Then you lie down on top of Charlotte, and, with a sigh of contentment, slide your hard penis deep inside her.
Despite her earlier anxiety about someone passing by, Charlotte purrs with pleasure as she wraps her legs around you, and seems quite happy for you to take it slowly, allowing her arousal to build at the same rate as your own. Ten minutes later, you climax together while muffling the sounds of your ecstatic moans in each other’s shoulder. After cuddling together for a few precious moments, you climb off Charlotte so that she can get dressed.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte gulps, but she looks excited. “Okay!” she says.
In the middle of this floor of the library are several tables, some of which are occupied by studying students. Professor Higgins, who usually spends her lunches in the library, is reading a newspaper in an armchair in the corner. There is no way for you and Charlotte to get to the lift without being seen by any number of these people.
The stairs, however, can be reached a little more safely, by skirting around the backs of the rows of bookshelves in the physical sciences and biological sciences sections. Only the very foot of the stairs is visible from the tables in the middle of the room. You and Charlotte manage to reach the stairs without being seen, and you hurry up them to the next floor.
It is much less busy up here. The only people you see are four geeky-looking lads playing a board game at a table in the far corner.
“It’s Wally and his mates,” you say. “They’ll be more than happy to see you. Come on.” As you approach the young men, you grin. “Hi chaps!”
Four jaws drop in unison. “Whoa!” says Wally, staring at Charlotte.
“Hi,” says Justin, by far the most laid-back of the four.
You chuckle, and say,
“Mind if we join your game?”
“Who wants to fondle my girlfriend?”
Charlotte does not stop you, and you spend a couple of minutes caressing her left breast. When you pull up her boob tube, she looks around nervously, but lets you expose her breasts. You smile happily, and bend down to suck on her left nipple.
“This is a little risky!” she mutters, but she soon stops worrying about who might be watching, and smiles happily, enjoying your attentions.
After a little while you attempt to remove her top completely; Charlotte raises her arms to help you, and a moment later she is wearing nothing but her thong. Passers-by gape at the sight of her near-nudity, but she simply smiles at them and does not attempt to cover herself up.
You are getting very excited at the sight of Charlotte lying almost naked next to you, and the idea of having sex with her out in the open like this is very appealing. As you tug her thong down, she shivers, but lifts her feet so you can take it off. Now naked, she spreads her legs and says, “Okay, so I’m outdoors and naked in full view of anybody walking past ... what are you gong to do with me?”
In response, you fish out from her bag her little jar of Vaseline, which you use to lubricate her pussy and vagina, gleefully and liberally. Then, taking your erect penis out of your jeans, you lie down on top of Charlotte and ease yourself slowly inside her.
“God, we’re completely insane for doing this!” gasps Charlotte as she wraps her legs around your back.
You begin fucking her, but it is not long before a small crowd of spectators gathers around you on the grass. “Have you two lost your minds?” demands one young woman. “You’re going to get yourselves kicked out of university!”
“It’s ... a risk!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “But trust me ... the thrill ... is amazing!”
Fortunately your audience shields you from the view of a couple of faculty members who walk by during the next few minutes. With some careful pacing, you manage to time your orgasm to coincide with Charlotte’s own, and she shudders beneath you as you pump your semen into her vagina.
The crowd around you begins to disperse, but a couple of the lads stay behind to take photos with their phones as you roll off Charlotte, fully revealing her nudity and the semen leaking out of her vagina. “Ooh, maybe I’ll post these on the internet!” one of them teases Charlotte.
“Do what you like with them,” pants Charlotte, her eyes half-closed. “It was worth it.”
Once the last of the audience has departed, Charlotte finally puts her thong and boob tube back on.
“Well that was fun,” says Charlotte with a chuckle. “I think we have to resign ourselves, however, to the fact that my days here, and perhaps yours too, are numbered.”
“Maybe,” you agree uneasily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles as she feels your hand sliding into her thong. “Mmmm, yes please,” she says. Parting her legs a little wider, she arches her back, and as you slide your middle finger into her vagina, she moans with pleasure and spreads her thighs wider still. You introduce another finger, and stroke her clitoris with your thumb while you finger-fuck her.
People are beginning to stop and stare at the two of you, but you ignore them as you continue to pleasure Charlotte.
“Oh God! Ahh!! Aahhhh!!!!” Charlotte is barely even attempting to mute the sounds of her pleasure. As her body convulses in the throes of a powerful orgasm, you look around and see you that some of the spectators have now approached quite close. A few are taking photos. You withdraw your fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, replace her thong, and shoo the onlookers away.
Charlotte opens her eyes in time to see the audience dispersing. “Looks like we had quite an audience,” she remarks.
“We did,” you say. “And they were taking photos again.”
Charlotte smiles. “And video too, I hope,” she says.
“Probably,” you chuckle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Neil, withdrawing his hands.
Putting your arms around Charlotte, you massage her right breast with your left hand, while your right hand slides down her belly and comes to rest on her pussy. You begin to stroke her clitoris with your middle finger, and she moans softly.
As Neil and Roddy watch closely, you bring Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm over the next five minutes. Finally she climaxes, shuddering and moaning in your arms.
With the show over, Neil and Roddy return to their places, Charlotte fixes her clothing, and all of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer, looking for signs of trouble. But nobody else seems to have noticed anything, and Owen is busy helping someone on the other side of the lab with their assignment.
Charlotte squeals and shudders as Neil brings her to orgasm. Grinning, he returns to his workstation with Roddy, while a rather breathless Charlotte fixes her clothing.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Put your arm around her.
Whisper, “Charlotte, I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Wally. He and Alan shuffle apart on one side of the table, and Charlotte sits down between them; Robbie and Justin make room for you on the other side.
The lads are in the middle of a game of Carcassonne, but they scrap it and restart. You and Charlotte join in, but, being the least experienced players, are not doing very well when you notice that it is almost two o’clock.
“Charlotte and I have a lab now,” you say. “Sorry to abandon the game.”
“No problem!” says Wally cheerfully.
“It was a pleasure having you both join us!” says Alan.
“Thank you – I had fun,” says Charlotte. She turns and gives Alan a soft kiss on the lips; his cheeks turn bright pink instantly and his eyes widen. Then she turns and kisses Wally too. As she pulls away from him, he is beaming happily. Getting up, she comes around the table and kisses Robbie and Justin on the lips too.
Charlotte puts her top and thong back on, and then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
The four lads look startled by the suggestion, but then they all nod eagerly. As Charlotte hesitantly steps towards them, they get up from their table and surround her.
“Are you sure this is okay?” asks Wally.
Charlotte nods. “Go on – have a good feel,” she says bravely.
Alan takes the first step, placing his hand on her right breast. When she smiles at him in encouragement, he grins and begins squeezing it. Then Justin takes hold of her buttocks and starts massaging them, and Wally grabs her left breast. Finally, seeing his friends fondling Charlotte with impunity, Robbie reaches between her legs and cups her pussy with his hand.
From then on, it escalates fairly quickly. Encountering no hint of resistance from Charlotte, the geeks eagerly explore her body. Alex and Wally begin kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples. Justin investigates between her buttocks and starts to worm one finger into her tightly puckered anus. Robbie plays with her labia and clitoris for a while, then slips two fingers up into her vagina. Charlotte spreads her feet apart, and moans as her anus and vagina are rhythmically finger-fucked.
A creak on the stairs warns you all of somebody approaching. The four geeks all dash back to their table, and Charlotte runs to hide behind a row of bookshelves. A middle-aged male professor appears, and he nods curtly at you before taking a seat in a chair by the window.
Charlotte waits for him to become engrossed in his book, then she tiptoes across the floor to join you. Quickly descending the stairs, the two of you conceal yourselves in a secluded aisle, and Charlotte puts on her boob tube and thong. You kiss her, and whisper, “You were great up there, my darling. Shame we were interrupted.”
Charlotte nods. “I was perfectly willing to have sex with them all, you know.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen grumbles about Charlotte’s outfit, and some of the female students make rather rude comments. At length, however, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte shivers, but nods. “If they have topless waitresses, they can hardly complain about my outfit,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte’s outfit and laughs. “Wow!” she says. “Have you come to eat, or are you applying for a job here?”
Charlotte grins. “Just eating today, thanks.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them warily, and after the waitress leaves, she laughs and says, “It’s funny – my old prudish instincts keep trying to kick in.”
A sleazy-looking man in a sparkly jacket speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“I’d love to see you pole-dance, Charlotte.”
“Looks like tops are optional here, Charlotte – how about taking yours off?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside looks rather shocked by Charlotte’s see-through top and thong, and at first she does not want to let you in. After you ask to talk to the manager, however, she relents and takes you to your table, where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and then you...
Chat idly with Charlotte.
Suggest that she try riding the bull.
Charlotte shivers. “I’m not sure how good I’ll be,” she says, “but I’ll give it a go. I feel like flaunting myself.”
“Excellent!” you say.
Charlotte gets up and heads over to the pole. The sleazy man grins in delight. “We have a volunteer!” he exclaims. “And wow, what a piece of totty she is!”
Music plays; Charlotte smiles, and begins to dance. She does not use the pole much; she just swings around it a few times and arches her back against it. Then, grasping the sides of her boob tube, she hoists it up over her head and throws it to one side. Cheers and wolf-whistles erupt from the mostly male spectators, and Charlotte smiles happily as she dances, with increasing confidence, in just her thong.
Then, to your surprise, after lewdly humping the floor with her legs spread, Charlotte rolls over on to her back, lifts her legs up in the air, and pulls her thong all the way from her bottom up to her feet. Throwing it aside, she gets up and dances naked while her audience whoops and applauds enthusiastically.
Charlotte, seemingly intoxicated by their praise, elevates the raunchiness of her dancing still further. Coming over to a table occupied by four of her cheering admirers, she places one foot on their table and starts grinding her pussy just a few inches from the face of an excited-looking businessman. When he hesitantly reaches his hand towards her, she takes it and plants it firmly on her pussy. Eagerly he begins to caress it, and then he slides two fingers up into her vagina. Charlotte smiles happily, and leans down to kiss him.
“Whoa!” exclaims the sleazy man in alarm, coming over and pulling Charlotte off the businessman. “We’re not licensed for that kind of thing!”
“Sorry,” says Charlotte with a giggle. “I got a little carried away.” She retrieves her clothes and returns to your table. Putting her thong back on, she sits down, panting.
“Holy shit!” you exclaim. “That was amazing! You were brilliant!”
Charlotte grins. “Thank you,” she says. “Mind if I leave my boob tube off? I want to stay topless for a while.”
“Be my guest!” you say.
The sleazy man comes over to your table. “Here, Miss,” he says. “You were pretty fantastic there, you know. It was a little too racy for this joint, but there’s a strip club not far from here – The Kitty Bar – that would just love you. You’d get to do all that stuff, and get paid for it. If you want a job there, just let me know and I’ll talk to the owner. He’s a friend of mine and will trust my recommendation.”
“Wow!” says Charlotte in surprise. “Thank you. I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that, but it does sound like a fun job.”
“Well here’s my card,” says the man. “Dickie Brewer – that’s me. Give me a call sometime.”
As Dickie walks away, you turn to Charlotte. “Wow! Are you considering it?”
Charlotte grins. “Maybe!” she says. She shrugs. “Honestly, I’d do it for free. I’m loving being a slut, and I love being naked in front of other people. In fact...” She regards her boob tube thoughtfully. “I think I’m all done with tops. How would you like me to turn up to lectures tomorrow in just a thong?”
“That would be amazing!” you say. “But how the hell would you get away with it?”
“I probably won’t,” says Charlotte with a shrug. “But my days at Uni are numbered anyway – might as well go out with a bang.”
“Gosh,” you say. “Well we should probably talk about what will happen if you get kicked out.”
Charlotte nods. “Not right now, though. I don’t want to kill the mood with practical matters.”
“Okay,” you reply.
The rest of the meal passes without incident, but thanks to the abundant eye candy it is a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Afterwards, you head outside, where Charlotte giggles as a passing car sounds its horn. “I can’t believe I’m out in the street in nothing but a thong!” she says.
“I’m not sure the obstacle gym will let you in like that,” you remark.
“Nor will the nice people at the cinema,” says Charlotte. “So, what should we do instead?”
You think over some options for a minute, then you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “But then I would be naked except for a rather skimpy thong,” she says.
“Well yes, but...” you begin.
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte, and she pulls her top up over her head, then calmly folds it up and puts it on the corner of the table.
“Wow!” you say, staring excitedly at her bare breasts. “You are just ... amazing, Charlotte!”
“Thank you,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte topless, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The two of you chat inconsequentially but pleasantly together, covering a variety of uncontroversial topics.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says, “I’ll give it another go.”
“Cool!” you say happily.
She walks over to the bull and climbs on, and a small crowd of young men quickly gathers around her. As the bull begins to buck and rotate, you get the impression that its operator is doing his best to maximise the amount of time Charlotte’s bottom is in the air, her thong-clad pussy on almost permanent display. For her part Charlotte, hugging the bull’s back as her bottom is bounced up and down and wiggled from side to side, seems in no hurry to sit upright, even when the operator slows the bull’s movements down to give the spectators a better view.
The show goes on for at least ten minutes – clearly the operator has no intention of throwing Charlotte off. Eventually, however, she climbs down and takes a bow, and her audience whoops and cheers.
“That was brilliant!” you say as Charlotte returns to your table.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a grin.
Your food arrives, and the two of you spend a pleasant meal together. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go to the obstacle gym with you.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte nods. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema, turning heads all the way there on account of Charlotte’s sheer boob tube and thong. Once inside, you and Charlotte check to see what movies are showing, while fellow moviegoers begin to congregate around you to stare in shock and amazement at Charlotte’s visible nipples and exposed buttocks. You pick a film that sounds reasonably entertaining, and moreover starts shortly.
“Someone’s bound to complain in a minute,” you mutter to Charlotte as you queue up to buy your tickets. “The sooner we’re safely in a darkened auditorium, the better.”
Charlotte giggles. “Possibly, but I’m enjoying listening to the comments.”
The movie is not particularly good, and Charlotte makes no objection when, halfway through, you turn towards her and start kissing her. In fact she responds with enthusiasm, so you begin...
Massaging her left breast with your hand.
Stroking her pussy through her thong.
“I’d love to,” says Charlotte with a grin.
The obstacle gym is just a short bus ride away. Inside, you buy tickets for two hours, stow your bags in lockers by the front desk, then you both head into the obstacle course, where Charlotte is soon surrounded by a little group of male admirers, all vociferous in their appreciation of her skimpy thong and see-through boob tube. She laughs and thanks them, and invites them to watch her run through the course.
Since the course is popular, and only one person can run it at a time, there is quite a queue at the start. Charlotte suggests you go first, and, half an hour later, you start your run. You manage to get through the whole thing, and you whoop victoriously as you slide down the final chute, stopping yourself at the bottom to avoid a soaking. To the sound of enthusiastic applause, you make your way back to the beginning to watch Charlotte’s run.
She is halfway up the ladder when you get there, her buttocks and thong already having attracted a crowd of cheering admirers. At the top, she swings across to the cargo net and climbs across to the platform. You pull out your phone while she is jumping across the mushroom caps, and as she makes her way along the diverging ropes, you gleefully photograph her thong as her legs spread wider and wider apart.
As she slides down the chute, her thighs spread unnecessarily wide apart, several people with their phones out gleefully capture photos and videos of her thong. She gets to her feet at the bottom, looking very focused, and then she heads into the moving tunnel. Cameras inside the tunnel beautifully capture her buttocks, and more cameras film her thong during the ensuing monkey bar swing.
Next, she executes a perfect trampoline jump to the hanging rope, and swings gracefully over to the balance beam. Running down the beam to the foot of the climbing wall, she begins her ascent.
As she climbs, she picks a route that requires her to spread her legs obscenely wide, and you are delighted to see the wall monitors capturing her thong-clad pussy in glorious close-up. She reaches the top disappointingly quickly, though, and then she slides down the final chute towards the water bath.
At the bottom, she does not even attempt to stop herself, and, with a squeal of excitement, she plunges into the water bath, splashing some of the spectators.
When she emerges, her boob tube is clinging delightfully to her breasts, and moreover has become practically transparent. This sight elicits yet another cheer from her admirers, which she acknowledges with a bashful grin.
“You were amazing!” you tell her as she climbs out of the bath, soaking wet from head to toe.
“Thank you!” she pants, grinning happily. “Walk me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you reply.
When you reach the bus stop, you take her in your arms and kiss her enthusiastically, heedless of her dampness. Then, while your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her boob tube and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Charlotte up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte smiles as you begin fondling her breast, and makes no attempt to stop you, even when you pull up her boob tube to expose her breasts, bend down, and start sucking on her left nipple. For the next few minutes or so you squeeze, stroke, and nibble on her soft breast flesh and nipples. When you attempt to take off her top completely, she lifts her arms and ducks her head to make it easier for you. Now topless, she lets you play with her breasts to your heart’s content.
With about half an hour left of the movie, Charlotte reaches down and pulls her thong off. Then she retrieves something from her bag and hands it to you: a small jar of Vaseline. You get the hint, and as Charlotte stands up and bends over the empty seat in front of her, facing the screen, you move behind her and take out your erection. Lubing it up, you sink it deep into her vagina and begin fucking her with slow strokes.
Thrilled at the thought that any of the moviegoers in front of you could turn around and see you having sex with your naked girlfriend, you take your time, teasing Charlotte with a sensuous, gentle fucking that gradually builds her arousal to orgasmic heights. As she shudders and moans in ecstasy, you speed up the rate of your thrusting, and soon reach your own orgasm, pouring your semen into the depths of her vagina.
Exhausted, the two of you collapse into your seats and watch the last few minutes of the movie. Only when the credits roll does Charlotte finally put her top and thong back on.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her boob tube and start caressing her bare breasts.
Charlotte smiles as she feels you begin to stroke her pussy through her thong, and she spreads her legs slightly to make it easier for you. When you slide your hand inside her thong and begin stroking her labia and clitoris, she moans softly and arches her back in her seat.
She widens her legs still further as you slip one finger inside her vagina and begin sliding it in and out, and she closes her eyes, no longer paying any attention to the movie. After five minutes of finger-fucking, she shudders in her seat and moans loudly in orgasm – fortunately during a loud part of the film. Then she collapses in a happy, relaxed heap, and she seems quite content for you to continue fingering her vagina for as long as you want.
After the movie, you walk her to the nearest bus stop on her route home. There, you take her in your arms and kiss her. While your tongue is wrestling with hers, you...
Start caressing her bare buttocks.
Pull up her top and start caressing her bare breasts.
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, eyeing Charlotte’s thong hungrily. “God that’s a sexy outfit, Charlotte! I don’t know how you get away with it.”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte’s bottom and thong with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your top?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to cop a feel?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a shiver. “I imagine Adolf is missing me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s visible nipples and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” says Colin.
“Hi Babe,” says Adolf. “Take off your clothes, there’s a good girl.”
Charlotte, to your delight, does not hesitate; she pulls her top up over her head and tosses it on the floor, then she pulls her thong down and steps out of it. As Colin and Adolf stare with undisguised lust at her naked body, you say, “Good girl. Now...
Do whatever else Adolf tells you.”
I think all three of us should fuck you ... at the same time.”
You lead Charlotte to the bar and attempt to squeeze your way into a gap between two lads who are rather larger than you. They ignore you, until one of them notices Charlotte and her outrageous outfit. Then, suddenly, a stool is made available ... for Charlotte.
The young men, while still ignoring you, are very attentive and flattering to Charlotte, and she smiles at them, clearly enjoying the attention, as they help her on to the bar stool. As she sits down, she spreads her thighs apart, showing off the front of her thong, and soon she is surrounded by a little circle of admirers.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines, and she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte sighs happily as you massage her buttocks. You kiss her passionately, then pull back with a smile. “Terry’s watching us, as usual,” you murmur to Charlotte.
“I hope he’s enjoying the view,” says Charlotte.
“I’m sure he is,” you say.
“Want to go over there and let him play with me some more?” she asks impishly.
You chuckle, and reply...
“Not this time ... the poor bloke’s probably still recovering from the last time.”
“All right then – but take off your clothes and put them in your bag first.”
Charlotte does not object as you pull her top up to fully expose her breasts. She giggles when you grasp her breasts in your hands, then shivers as you bend down and begin sucking on her left nipple.
A minute or so later, when you attempt to pull her top up over her head, she giggles and raises her arms for you. “Well now you have me topless,” she says. “You naughty man.”
You grin as you tuck her top into her bag. “I dare you to get on the bus like that,” you say.
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Challenge accepted,” she says.
You continue to play with Charlotte’s breasts until her bus arrives. As she boards it, you catch a glimpse of a portly middle-aged driver beaming in delight at Charlotte’s naked breasts. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“I like the sound of that!” says Adolf, with a dirty laugh. “All right Charlotte, get on the bed on your hands and knees – I’m going to fuck your arsehole.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte meekly. She climbs on to the bed, positions herself on all fours, and spreads her knees apart. Adolf climbs onto the bed behind her, then coughs up copious quantities of saliva and mucus, which he uses to lubricate his erection and her anus.
“Oh yeah,” says Adolf as he sinks his penis deep into Charlotte’s rectum, making her gasp and wince. He begins fucking her with a joyous grin on his face. “Hey Charlotte,” he says. “Suck Colin’s cock.”
Colin grins as he unzips his jeans and takes out his own pudgy, semi-erect penis. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed and slaps his cock against Charlotte’s cheek. She opens her mouth, takes in his penis, and begins sucking on it.
You watch, mesmerised, as Adolf fucks Charlotte with wild, exuberant thrusts. Then, after a couple of minutes, he pulls his erection out of her anus. “Down on your elbows,” he instructs Charlotte.
Charlotte complies, but this means she can no longer reach Colin’s penis; he sits down on the edge of the bed so that she can continue to suck him off. Adolf now plunges himself into Charlotte’s vagina, and he fucks her wildly until, a minute or so later, he climaxes with a groan.
“Okay, your turn Colin,” he says, pulling his penis out of your girlfriend.
Colin eagerly strips off his trousers and underwear, then he takes Adolf’s place on the bed behind Charlotte. He fucks her vagina for a minute or two, then, using Adolf’s semen as a lubricant, he slides his erection into her anus. A couple of minutes later, he ejaculates copiously into her rectum.
“Who’s up for some Star Trek?” asks Colin, climbing off Charlotte, who remains on her elbows and knees with her bottom sticking up in the air, her anus and vagina leaking semen.
“Sure,” you say.
“You chaps have fun with Star Trek,” says Adolf. “Charlotte and I are going to Gavin’s room.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes. Gavin is a dreg of humanity even more obnoxious than Adolf. As Adolf is fully aware, you have been barred from Gavin’s room ever since you called him an “ignorant little cunt”. Dreading to think what Gavin and Adolf might do with Charlotte without your supervision, you say,
“Okay, have fun.”
“I think not, Adolf.”
Charlotte shivers, but you can tell she is delighted by the idea. “Okay,” she says, and she climbs on to Colin’s bed. Lying back, she spreads her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy, vagina and anus for everyone’s viewing pleasure. “Do you want to fetch the Vaseline first, though, Sweetie?”
“Good idea,” you agree, and you hurry back to your room to retrieve your jar of Vaseline. When you get back to Colin’s room, you find that he and Adolf have already stripped off their trousers and underwear, and you quickly do the same. Then you say, “All right chaps, I’ll take her...
Mouth.”
Vagina.”
Anus.”
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. “Nice meeting you though!” She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with offers of drinks, and although she resists for a while, she eventually says, “All right, perhaps just one...”
She downs a shot, and her admirers cheer. You see one of them stroking her thigh. Another is giving her shoulders a massage. They are all flattering her and showing off for her, and she seems to be loving every moment of it. She downs another shot, and you notice that the thigh-stroker is working his way up towards her thong as he gently teases her knees apart with his leg. Meanwhile, her masseur has slid his hands down her chest to her breasts, which he is squeezing and caressing through her boob tube.
As the thigh-stroker begins stroking her pussy through her thong, Charlotte drinks yet another shot. “You lot are going to get me drunk!” she giggles tipsily. She seems to be unaware that the young man behind her has now pulled up her top to expose her breasts, while the man in front has slipped his hand down inside the front of her thong and is eagerly fingering her pussy.
Then the lad stroking her breasts leans around to kiss her on the lips, and, as Charlotte enthusiastically responds, he gently leans her back until her shoulder-blades come to rest on the newly-vacated bar stool behind her. Meanwhile, as Charlotte’s knees rise up into the air, the young man in front of her begins pulling her thong down her legs.
The thong falls to the floor. “Oh my!” gasps Charlotte as a thick penis slides into her vagina. Then her top is removed, too, and it falls to the floor next to her thong as her thigh-stroker fucks her with rapid strokes.
“I’m not sure this is really the place for ... mmmff!” says Charlotte, suddenly silenced by the breast-stroker’s penis being shoved into her mouth. She begins sucking on it willingly.
After three minutes of this, the thigh-stroker withdraws his penis, and you briefly see white semen leaking out of Charlotte’s vagina before another penis is shoved in. Then you lose sight of her in the press of young men jostling in front of you, and you try to circle around to get a better vantage point.
About five minutes later, you have no idea what is currently happening to Charlotte. Then, unexpectedly, she pushes through the crowd, clutching her top and thong. “Sorry!” she apologises. “This has been fun, but I’m really feeling the need for some alone time with my boyfriend!”
To the dismay of the young men who had not yet taken a turn with her, she comes over to you and gives you a long kiss. “Now I think you should take me back to your room,” she says, “and fuck me senseless.”
“I would like that very much,” you say.
Outside, Charlotte stops to put her thong and top back on. “God, I’m such a slut!” she remarks happily.
“Just one of the things I love about you,” you tell her with a smile.
Charlotte grins, and the two of you continue up to your room, where you have amazing sex. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You continue to caress Charlotte’s bottom until her bus arrives. She boards it, the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte shivers and looks around. “All right,” she says, and she quickly takes off her boob tube and thong. Once she has tucked them into her bag, the two of you head over towards the homeless man.
“Hello Terry!” you say to him. “Would you like to play with my sexy girlfriend some more?”
Terry grins toothlessly. “‘Course I would!” he says. “‘Allo again, Miss.”
“Good!” you say. “All right Charlotte, lie down next to the nice gentleman and spread your legs please.”
Terry grabs his coat and spreads it out on the ground. “You can lie on this if you like,” he says.
“Thanks,” says Charlotte gratefully. She lies down on the coat, and spreads her thighs wide apart. “Have a good feel, Terry,” she invites him, and then she adds, bravely, “or a fuck, if you like.”
“Gawd,” says Terry, awestruck. “Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse!”
“Here,” you say, retrieving Charlotte’s little jar of Vaseline from her bag. “This’ll help.”
Terry scoops some Vaseline out of the jar and, with a huge grin, applies it liberally to Charlotte’s pussy. Then, tugging his trousers and underpants down to his knees, he lies down on top of Charlotte and slides his erect penis into her vagina.
“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” says Charlotte, wide-eyed, as Terry begins to fuck her with leisurely strokes.
Concerned, you wonder for a moment if you should pull Terry off her, but the longer you hesitate, the more Charlotte seems to relax and start enjoying the experience. Eventually she smiles, and wraps her legs around the old man’s back. “Kiss me Terry,” she says.
Terry grins and presses his lips to hers, then he pokes his tongue into her mouth. She grimaces a little at the taste, but responds with enthusiasm, sucking on his tongue for a while and then pushing hers into his mouth.
For an old man, Terry has surprisingly stamina, lasting almost fifteen minutes before he groans and pumps his semen into your girlfriend. Charlotte smiles and pats his back. “Good job Terry,” she says. “Thank you.”
After taking a couple of minutes to get his breath back, Terry climbs off Charlotte and then helps her to her feet. “That was fantastic!” he says. “You’re both very kind to an old man.”
“You’re welcome, Terry,” you say. “Come on, Charlotte – let’s get you home.”
You walk Charlotte back to the bus stop, where you kiss her lovingly. “Well done, my darling,” you say.
Charlotte shivers. “Not bad for an uptight church girl, eh?” she replies.
To your great satisfaction, she leaves her clothes in her bag, remaining naked, with Terry’s semen running down her thigh, until the bus arrives. She kisses you goodbye and boards the bus; the driver beams with delight, and says something to her that you do not catch, but it makes her laugh. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s outrageous outfit attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments and insults alike.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her boob tube up and over her head.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her bare breasts.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now wearing only her thong, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, putting her top back on. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull her top up above her breasts. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her breasts fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she walks over to Barry and says, “Barry, I can’t help noticing you seem very interested in my thong. “Would you like to have a little feel?”
“Um, sure!” says Barry. He reaches out, a little hesitantly, and then he cups her pussy through her thong. “Wow...”
“May I have a feel too?” asks Jeff, getting out of his chair.
“I don’t see why not,” says Charlotte, her eyes widening a little as Barry begins gently stroking her pussy.
Jeff comes up behind Charlotte, reaches around her, and grabs hold of her breasts through her top. As he squeezes them, Barry begins to slip his hand inside Charlotte’s thong, and she moans as he starts caressing her labia and clitoris directly. Meanwhile, Jeff is pulling up Charlotte’s top to expose her breasts, which he then grasps with both hands.
You watch, fascinated, as Barry begins pulling Charlotte’s thong down her thighs with one hand. As he slips a finger of his other hand into her vagina, she gasps, but does not stop him. For the next minute or so, Barry rapidly finger-fucks her while Jeff squeezes and caresses her breasts.
Then, completely unbidden, Charlotte turns and bends over the ping-pong table, spreading her feet apart and arching her back so as to present her vagina for fucking. As a signal, it is hard to misinterpret, and Barry wastes no time in taking out his erect penis and plunging it deep inside her. As he fucks your girlfriend with a broad grin on his face, he looks over at you and winks.
You take a seat and watch Charlotte’s face as Barry’s penis pistons in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted in a half-smile of erotic pleasure. Then she opens her eyes, and sees you looking at her. For a moment she looks a little anxious, but you smile reassuringly at her, and she relaxes.
After ten minutes or so, Barry suddenly increases the speed of his thrusting, and then he groans and stiffens as he pumps his semen into Charlotte. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he pulls out of her vagina, gives her a slap on her left buttock, and says, “All yours, Jeff.”
Jeff grimaces slightly at the sight of Barry’s semen oozing out of Charlotte’s vagina, but he barely hesitates before pulling out his own erection and sinking it into her moist depths. Gripping her hips, he fucks her so hard and fast that it soon brings her to orgasm.
“Oh God!” she cries. “Yes! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me hard! Aaaaahhhh!” She shudders as her entire body is wracked with orgasmic bliss.
Soon afterward, Jeff gasps and spasms as he reaches his own climax, filling her up with his sperm. When he pulls out of her, a minute or so later, she stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around his neck. “Thank you Jeff,” she says softly, and she gives him a tender kiss, to which he eagerly responds. You catch a brief glimpse of their tongues intertwining, before they pull apart.
Charlotte then turns to Barry, who takes her in his arms and bends her over backwards as he kisses her. It is a very sloppy kiss – you see saliva flowing down Barry’s tongue and into Charlotte’s mouth – but she does not seem to mind. When he eventually releases her, she tugs her thong up and her top down.
“Okay!” she says brightly. “Who wants another game of doubles?”
“Sure,” you reply.
After a couple more games, you and Charlotte bid Jeff and Barry goodnight.
Outside, you sigh and say, “Oh my god, Charlotte, I’m proud of you...”
She smiles happily. “Just line them up for me, and I’ll fuck them,” she says.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. Then you pull her top up above her breasts. “I dare you to get on the bus like this,” you say, grinning.
“A trivial challenge,” she replies with a smirk, “but I accept.”
With her breasts fully in view, therefore, she boards the bus when it arrives, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as the doors close. The bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte moves to allow Colin to lie down on his back, and then she lies down on top of him. Taking a dollop of Vaseline from the jar, she uses it to lube up Colin’s erection and her own vaginal opening. His four-inch-long, pudgy cock slips inside her, and he begins gently fucking her.
Adolf now applies Vaseline to his own erection, and to Charlotte’s anus. Lying down on top of her but supporting himself with his hands, he slowly slides his long, thin, rather oddly-shaped cock deep into your girlfriend’s rectum. Then, with a broad grin, he begins thrusting himself back and forth inside her.
Charlotte’s head is close to the edge of the bed; you kneel down next to her and push your erect penis into her mouth as she opens it. She sucks on it eagerly and swirls her tongue around its head; the sensation is wonderful and you close your eyes, smiling happily.
After a short while, judging by their groans of pleasure, Adolf and Colin seem to be approaching their climaxes. You are getting fairly close yourself, thanks to the attentions of Charlotte’s tongue, and you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte shifts position to allow Colin to lie down on his side with his back against the wall. She then lies down on her side with her back to him, and she lifts her right leg up so that her vagina and anus can be more easily accessed. Colin lubricates his pudgy erection and Charlotte’s anus with Vaseline, and then he slowly sinks his cock into her rectum, making her moan contentedly.
You now lie down in front of Charlotte, facing her. After a quick application of Vaseline, you sink your penis into her vagina and begin thrusting. She smiles at you and kisses you, but then she raises her head and takes Adolf’s penis into her mouth, sucking eagerly on it as he thrusts it back and forth.
For the next couple of minutes you, Colin and Adolf all fuck Charlotte while you and Colin take turns playing with her breasts. Then, sensing that Colin and Adolf are approaching their climaxes, you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte moves over so that you can lie down on the bed on your back. You lube up your erection with Vaseline, then, as Charlotte straddles you and lowers herself down, you rub more Vaseline into her anus. As she descends further, you position the head of your erection at her anal opening, and watch as her sphincter expands to accommodate you. She sits all the way down, so that you are fully buried in her rectum.
Then she lies back against you, raising her legs in the air as Adolf climbs on top of her. Having lubricated his penis, he plunges it deep into her vagina and begins fucking her vigorously. The motion causes your own erection to slide back and forth within her rectum; you are fucking her without moving a muscle.
Colin, resting one knee upon the bed, now waves his short and pudgy erection in Charlotte’s face. She opens her mouth and takes it in, sucking eagerly on it while her vagina and anus are being fucked by two other penises.
After a couple of minutes, you guess that Colin and Adolf are both getting close to orgasm, so you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Colin comes first, grunting as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Adolf groans with pleasure as he spurts semen deep inside Charlotte’s rectum. You take a little longer, but Adolf and Colin are still inside your girlfriend when your semen sprays against her tonsils.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and Colin gently pushes her off him as he climbs out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her top and thong back on, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Colin climaxes first, grunting as he shoots his semen deep into Charlotte’s rectum. A few moments later, you reach your own orgasm, groaning ecstatically as you pump your girlfriend’s vagina full of your sperm.
Then Adolf gasps and twitches as he ejaculates into Charlotte’s mouth. To her credit, she swallows every drop, and on tiniest to suck him as he softens, milking him of every last drop of his semen.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and then Colin carefully climbs over her as he gets out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her top and thong back on, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf comes first, gasping with ecstasy as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Charlotte’s tongue brings Colin to a climax, and his fat little cock fills her mouth with his sperm.
You grab Charlotte’s hips and start fucking her anus with powerful strokes, until finally you reach your own orgasm, pumping your semen deep into her bowels. Charlotte sighs happily as you reach around her chest and squeeze her breasts.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and you gently push her off you as you climb out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her top and thong back on, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf laughs. “Awesome,” he says.
Charlotte gives you an anxious look, but she seems excited as she follows Adolf out of Colin’s room and into the corridor, still completely naked and with semen dripping down her thighs.
“Holy fuck,” says Colin, once they have left. “I can’t believe you’re letting Adolf take your girlfriend off to get who-knows-what done to her in Gavin’s room!”
“I am a little concerned,” you admit, “but it’s the kind of adventure Charlotte will revel in. She’s strong; she’ll be fine.”
You watch television and play games for the next two hours. Then the door opens, and Charlotte staggers in. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “I am so ... fucked.”
“Are you okay?” you ask, jumping to your feet.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, picking up her thong and boob tube. “But it’s getting late and I need to get home.” She puts on her clothing, such as it is, and you walk her to the bus stop.
Outside she says, “Well it turned into quite a party. l was the entertainment. I’ve had about fifteen different penises inside me this evening.”
“Good grief!” you say.
“Adolf wants me to leave you for him,” she continues.
You shiver. “And...?”
“If you get tired of me,” says Charlotte, “I’m sure I’ll end up as Adolf’s plaything. I’d rather be with you, but I must admit it would be quite exciting to surrender myself completely to Adolf’s control.”
“I won’t ever get tired of you,” you assure her. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Charlotte smiles. “Thank you Sweetie,” she says. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf pouts. “Fine,” he says. “But I’m damn well going to finger your girlfriend some more while we watch Trek. On your back, Charlotte.”
Charlotte obediently rolls over on to her back, and spreads her thighs wide apart. Over the course of one-and-a-half episodes of Star Trek, Adolf fingers Charlotte’s anus and vagina almost constantly. Then, clearly having recovered his stamina, he mounts her and fucks her missionary-style for fifteen minutes straight, during which she reaches her own orgasm before he reaches his. For the five minutes following his collapse on top of her, they kiss deeply and slurpily while his penis softens inside her.
Once the second episode has finished, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Adolf climbs off Charlotte, and Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him another long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin rather breathlessly.
Charlotte puts her boob tube and thong back on, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she sighs happily and says, “Thank you for letting me be a slut. I’m having such a wonderful time!”
“You’re welcome!” you tell her with a chuckle.
Charlotte’s skimpy outfit turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte finally enters the room, after everyone else, she furtively ducks into your row and sits down next to you, grinning mischievously. You are delighted and amazed to see that she is wearing nothing at all except for one of her skimpy, sheer white thongs. She smiles at you and says, “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Love the outfit.”
“Glad you approve,” she replies, with a little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – this will probably be my last day!”
“You’re still going to try to get away with it, though?” you inquire.
Charlotte nods. “If there’s any chance at all, then yes. I’ll do my best.” She rests her forearm on the bench in front of her, and slouches low so that her breasts are hidden from the professor’s view. “Hopefully he’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top,” she mutters.
The strategy seems to work, for the professor, despite giving her a curious glance, does not investigate further before launching into the lecture.
A few minutes later, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her naked breast.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it and playing with her nipple. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand further over, to play with her other breast.
Charlotte does not seem to mind this at all. She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte stares at you. “That’s quite a gamble!” she says. “Unless you’ve decided that now’s the time for me to get kicked out…”
“Perhaps the professor will be cool about it,” you say hopefully.
“I suppose we’ll find out shortly,” says Charlotte. She sits up straight, fully exposing her breasts to the professor and any students in front of you who happen to look behind them.
It does not take long for the professor to notice. He pauses mid-sentence, staring at Charlotte in astonishment, then he grins and resumes talking as if nothing untoward had occurred.
“Told you he’d be cool,” you whisper, and Charlotte giggles quietly.
So as not to tempt fate, Charlotte goes back to slouching low for the third lecture of the morning. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte grins. “Why not?” she murmurs. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while completely naked.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “Me too,” she murmurs. Then, a moment later, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her little jar of Vaseline. “Here, take this,” she says. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she eases herself off her seat and gets down onto her hands and knees.
You eagerly take up a kneeling position behind her, and you pull her thong down to her knees. Taking out your erection and lubricating it with the Vaseline, you plunge it deep into Charlotte’s warm vagina. She moans softly as you begin to thrust in and out of her.
The professor glances up towards the back of the room, but you preempt him by turning your upper body towards the front and feigning a look of mild interest. Then, when he turns away again, you turn back towards Charlotte and resume vigorously fucking her.
After a couple of minutes, you lube up Charlotte’s anal sphincter, then you take your penis out of her vagina and plunge it deep into her rectum. You fuck her anus powerfully for a few minutes, pausing occasionally to turn and feign interest when the professor glances up at you. Then, with your orgasm approaching, you pull out and slide your erection back into Charlotte’s vagina.
You pace yourself, timing your climax to coincide with Charlotte’s. She shudders as she hits her orgasm, but fortunately manages to keep relatively quiet. Even so, a few curious glances are directed your way by students in front of you. You angle your torso toward the front and pretend nothing is amiss, while your penis finishes spurting semen up against Charlotte’s cervix.
A few moments later you pull out of Charlotte, tug her thong up into place, and help her back into her seat. Her cheeks are very flushed and she is smiling happily. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was lovely!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte nods. “Of course, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte nods. “Sure,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shrugs. “Not great,” she admits. “Dad and I keep getting into religious arguments, and he doesn’t like how ‘racy’ my clothes have been getting. This morning he shouted at me for coming down to breakfast in just a top and panties.”
“Wow,” you say. “I’m sorry.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and soon you have stripped off her thong.
Naked, Charlotte smiles at you. “Someone could come along at any moment,” she murmurs.
“I know,” you say, “and that’s why...
We should have sex immediately.”
I want you to go upstairs and flaunt your nudity at someone.”
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte seems happy to lie down with you and make out. To your delight, she does not raise any objection when you suck on her nipples, nor when you slide your hand into the front of her thong and stroke her pussy with your fingers.
After a few minutes, you begin tugging her thong down, and she lifts her bottom off the grass a little to make it easier for you. Pulling the flimsy garment over her feet, you toss it aside and then pull Charlotte’s knees apart.
“What now?” she asks, rather wide-eyed.
You grin and say, “Now...
I’m going to fuck you, right here in front of everyone.”
I want you to show off your vagina to everyone who walks by.”
Charlotte shivers. “Risky!” she whispers back. “But fun. I’ll do it, of course.”
She tugs her thong down, and kicks it off her feet. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she gets up and walks, naked, along the row of seats towards the aisle. When she reaches the door, she turns around, treating you to a lovely view of her breasts and pussy. She gives you a little wave and a naughty grin, then she slips through the door and out of sight. You look around; nobody has noticed Charlotte’s departure.
Three or four minutes later, Charlotte returns, peeking through the window and choosing her moment carefully before in the door and coming in. She makes it all the way back to you unnoticed, and she gives you a kiss. “That was fun!” she says, as she pulls her thong back on.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right Sweetie,” she says, “but this time, I’m driving. Lie down on your back.”
You wait until the professor is not looking, then you hoist your legs up and lie down across the seats as Charlotte scoots forwards to make room. She takes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag, unzips you and frees your penis, then she thoroughly lubes you up until your erection is both rock-hard and slippery.
Then, pulling her thong down, Charlotte shuffles over until she is squatting in front of your loins. She reaches between her legs to grab your cock, then, slowly lowering herself down, she guides it into her vagina.
Having impaled herself on you, she calmly resumes taking notes. You cannot see the professor from where you are lying, but you guess that he might be currently facing the students. When, a minute later, Charlotte starts to bounce up and down on you, you surmise that the Professor has turned back to his board.
It is a slow, frustrating, but ultimately rewarding fuck. Charlotte climaxes first, but she keeps bouncing until you groan and shoot your semen up into the recesses of her vagina.
Charlotte dismounts a minute later, and you tuck yourself away and sit up. You watch as Charlotte pulls up her thong, then you grin at her as she turns and winks at you.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and they stare at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina. Then Neil says, “Can I have a go?”
“Sure,” you reply, pulling your fingers out of your girlfriend. Neil inserts two of his own fingers into Charlotte’s moist dark orifice, and Charlotte moans softly as he begins to slide them rhythmically in and out.
“Me next!” says Roddy eagerly, after a couple of minutes of watching Neil bringing Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm.
“All right,” chuckles Neil. He removes his fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, then slides one of them into her anus, making her gasp. Then Roddy pushes the index and middle fingers of his right hand into her vagina, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her.
It is not long before Charlotte reaches her orgasm, moaning into her crooked elbow. Pulling their fingers out of her, Neil and Roddy high-five each other and return to their workstation, while Charlotte, panting, bends down to pull up her thong.
“Did you enjoy that?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh my God, yes!” says Charlotte, sighing happily. “Thank you.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she reaches over to her bag to retrieve her little jar of Vaseline. “Here!” she whispers. “This’ll help.”
You grin and quickly lubricate your erection, before sinking it deep into Charlotte’s vagina. You glance over at Neil and Roddy as you begin thrusting inside her; they are staring at you with a mixture of awe and astonishment.
Knowing Owen is constantly on the prowl, you fuck Charlotte hard and fast, trying to get to your climax as quickly as possible. Fortunately you manage to reach orgasm before he appears, and you groan with pleasure as you grasp Charlotte’s hips and press your loins hard against her bottom, spurting your semen deep inside her.
Seeing the top of Owen’s head looming close, you hurriedly withdraw from Charlotte’s vagina and tuck your penis away. Charlotte tugs her thong up, then she turns around and gives you a deep kiss as Neil and Roddy applaud quietly a few feet away.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy and breasts.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning, he reaches up and grasps her left breast with his left hand, while his right hand reaches down to cup her pussy. Charlotte smiles, and you say…
“Charlotte, why don’t you get on your knees and give Neil a nice blow-job?”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Charlotte, be a good girl and bend over so Neil can fuck you.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus – much to the driver’s delight – that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of male attention. As you are queuing for your food, many opportunistic male hands grope Charlotte’s breasts and buttocks, and she does absolutely nothing to discourage them.
When the two of you sit down at a table, Charlotte says, with a little giggle, “Ooh, I do love getting groped!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte grins, and fishes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag. She hands it to you, then she lies down on the carpet and spreads her legs for you. You unzip your jeans, take out your erection, and lube it up thoroughly. Then you lie down on top of Charlotte, and, with a sigh of contentment, slide your hard penis deep inside her.
Despite her earlier concern about someone passing by, Charlotte purrs with pleasure as she wraps her legs around you, and seems quite happy for you to take it slowly, allowing her arousal to build at the same rate as your own.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” demands a female voice from a few feet away. You look up in a panic to see Professor Higgins standing with her hands on her hips.
“Is that a trick question?” asks Charlotte.
“Get dressed, and report immediately to Professor Daniels!” says Professor Higgins icily. “I shall be texting him to tell him of your imminent arrival.” She turns on her heel and marches away.
“Shit,” you say. “Well that’s that, then.”
“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” says Charlotte. “Come on.”
She puts her thong back on, and you walk hand in hand with her out of the library and across the campus to the university’s administrative offices. There, you find the Principal’s office, and knock.
“Come in!”
You and Charlotte enter, and stand together in front of the professor’s desk like naughty schoolchildren.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Charlotte up and down. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Charlotte, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“I’m an exhibitionist, and I love sex,” says Charlotte unabashedly.
“Hmm, yes, that much is clear,” says the professor. “And this young man has been encouraging your adventures, I gather. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to expel you both. I’m sure this comes as no surprise to either of you.”
“It doesn’t, and I understand,” says Charlotte. “However, I am the only exhibitionist here. If you expel me, there is no need to expel my boyfriend. He won’t get into any trouble without me, whereas the converse would not be true.”
The professor raises his eyebrows, and turns to you. “Would you agree with that?” he asks.
“Yes, I’d say that’s probably true,” you say. “I have no desire to flash my own bits around campus.”
The professor shakes his head. “Sorry, but you’ve broken numerous rules in any case...”
“Professor, may I speak to you privately?” Charlotte interrupts him.
The professor looks wary, but nods. “All right,” he says.
You look at Charlotte, and she smiles. “Just wait outside, Sweetie,” she says. “I’ll fix this.”
“Okay, if you say so,” you reply.
You leave the professor’s office, closing the door behind you, and take a seat in the waiting room outside. A mousy-looking, dark-haired girl in her late teens is sitting there, watching you curiously. She is dressed rather frumpily, but her baggy jumper cannot hide the fact that she has impressively large breasts.
“Hi there,” you say.
“Hi,” she responds shyly.
You sit down and take out your phone. A couple of minutes later, the girl says, “So, you and Charlotte finally got into trouble?”
“You know about us?” you inquire in surprise.
She nods. “Well, you two are kind of famous around campus,” she says. “There’s even a popular YouTube channel devoted to videos of the two of you.” Then, with her cheeks reddening, she adds, “Apparently.”
“There is?” you say, wide-eyed. “Wow. Well, it’s been a lot of fun, but it seems like it’s all over. That old fogey in there...”
“...Is my dad,” says the girl.
“That super-nice gentleman in there,” you continue, “has expelled us. Charlotte’s making a case for me to stay, but she’s definitely out.”
“Oh!” says the girl. Her expression turns thoughtful. “I ... I’m Rebecca, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” you reply.
Rebecca’s expression turns wistful. “Charlotte’s incredibly brave, isn’t she? So confident and uninhibited. I wish I could be a little more like her...”
You chuckle, and say,
“Stick to your studies, Rebecca.”
“Sounds like you just need an encouraging boyfriend.”
Charlotte gulps, but she looks excited. “Okay!” she says.
In the middle of this floor of the library are several tables, some of which are occupied by studying students. Professor Higgins, who usually spends her lunches in the library, is reading a newspaper in an armchair in the corner. There is no way for you and Charlotte to get to the lift without being seen by any number of these people.
The stairs, however, can be reached a little more safely, by skirting around the backs of the rows of bookshelves in the physical sciences and biological sciences sections. Only the very foot of the stairs is visible from the tables in the middle of the room. You and Charlotte manage to reach the stairs without being seen, and you hurry up them to the next floor.
It is much less busy up here. The only people you see are four geeky-looking lads playing a board game at a table in the far corner.
“It’s Wally and his mates,” you say. “They’ll be more than happy to see you. Come on.” As you approach the young men, you grin. “Hi chaps!”
Four jaws drop in unison. “Whoa!” says Wally, staring at Charlotte.
“Hi,” says Justin, by far the most laid-back of the four.
You chuckle, and say,
“Mind if we join your game?”
“Who wants to fuck my girlfriend?”
“Okay!” says Charlotte excitedly.
You fish out from her bag her little jar of Vaseline, which you use to lubricate her pussy and vagina, gleefully and liberally. Then, taking your erect penis out of your jeans, you lie down on top of Charlotte and ease yourself slowly inside her.
“God, we’re completely insane for doing this!” gasps Charlotte as she wraps her legs around your back.
You begin fucking her, but it is not long before a small crowd of spectators gathers around you on the grass. “Have you two lost your minds?” demands one young woman. “You’re going to get yourselves kicked out of university!”
“It’s ... a risk!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “But trust me ... the thrill ... is amazing!”
Fortunately your audience shields you from the view of a couple of faculty members who walk by during the next few minutes. With some careful pacing, you manage to time your orgasm to coincide with Charlotte’s own, and she shudders beneath you as you pump your semen into her vagina.
The crowd around you begins to disperse, but a couple of the lads stay behind to take photos with their phones as you roll off Charlotte, fully revealing her nudity and the semen leaking out of her vagina. “Ooh, maybe I’ll post these on the internet!” one of them teases Charlotte.
“Do what you like with them,” pants Charlotte, her eyes half-closed. “It was worth it.”
Once the last of the audience has departed, Charlotte finally puts her thong back on. “Well that was fun,” she says with a happy sigh. “It’s only a matter of time, though, before we get into serious trouble.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Charlotte with a shy smile. She spreads her legs wide, then reaches down to her pussy with her hands and pulls her labia apart, exposing every detail of her genitalia. Two women pass by, gasp in horror, and hurry on their way with averted eyes.
It is not long, however, before a small cluster of young men has gathered in front of Charlotte, staring in delight at her pussy. Growing bolder, they approach and then sit down around her. “I’ve heard you like being fingered, Charlotte,” says one of them, as he inserts his middle finger into her vagina.
“You heard right; I love it,” says Charlotte.
“And you don’t mind this?” another lad asks you incredulously.
“Not at all,” you reply. “Have fun with her.”
From that point, things escalate quickly. Male hands, fingers and tongues explore every part of Charlotte’s body. The lads take turns French-kissing her, and it is not long before the first penis is pulled out. Charlotte moans happily as it slides into her vagina, and she wraps her legs around the young man’s back, while sucking eagerly on another lad’s tongue.
More penises are brought out, and Charlotte soon has one of them in her mouth. Then, once the first man has spurted his load inside her and pulled out, another man takes his place. He thrusts his erection deep inside her, then he turns her on to her side, and one of the other lads carefully works his cock into her anus.
Over the next few minutes, more and more young men join the crowd, and most of them seem to want to fuck Charlotte. Whenever one penis climaxes in her mouth, another is ready to take its place a moment later. The same goes for her vagina and anus. Watching her face and body, you note that she is having multiple orgasms. You also note that a couple of lads are filming the gangbang with their phones.
As two o’clock approaches, you say, “Okay chaps, that’s enough. No new penetrations. The lads inside Charlotte can finish off, but then that’s it.”
One by one, the three young men currently inside Charlotte groan and shoot their semen into her body. Then the crowd disperses as you help Charlotte to her feet. Semen pours down her thighs. “God, that was amazing!” she pants. “I just adore being gangbanged! And I adore you, for letting me have this experience.” She throws her arms around you and kisses you.
“Come on,” you say. “Or we’ll be late for lab.”
Charlotte pulls on her thong, and the two of you return to the Geography building, where Charlotte takes a couple of minutes to clean herself up in the ladies’. Then you and she head up to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Without hesitation, Charlotte drops to her knees and unzips Neil’s jeans. Reaching inside, she retrieves his erect penis and begins sucking on it, bobbing her rhythmically while you and Roddy watch, spellbound. Neil closes his eyes and utters little grunts of pleasure.
Five minutes later, he gasps and stiffens, then he clutches the back of Charlotte’s head and jerks his loins, clearly in the throes of orgasm. Charlotte swallows, and swallows again, and then she continues to suck on Neil’s softening penis for over a minute afterwards.
“Wow!” says Neil, finally pulling his penis out of Charlotte’s mouth and tucking it away. “That was brilliant. Thanks Charlotte!”
“You’re welcome,” says Charlotte, pulling up her thong as she gets to her feet.
Neil and Roddy return to their places, and all of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Then he stops and says, “Bend over, Charlotte – I’m going to fuck you.”
With a little squeal of excitement, Charlotte immediately turns around and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet well apart and arching her back. Neil grins as he takes his erect penis out of his jeans. Lubricating it with his saliva, he positions it at the opening of her vagina, and then slowly sinks it in. When it is completely buried, he begins to thrust it rhythmically in and out of her.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer, looking for signs of trouble. But nobody else seems to have noticed anything, and Owen is busy helping someone on the other side of the lab with their assignment.
Neil is by now fucking Charlotte so vigorously that she is biting her own shoulder in an attempt to stop herself from moaning too loudly. Neil’s stamina is impressive; he maintains this breathtaking pace for more than five minutes, then actually speeds up as he approaches his orgasm.
Charlotte squeals and shudders as she comes to her own climax first. Then Neil, groaning in ecstasy, unloads his semen deep inside Charlotte’s vagina. Panting, he pulls out of her and tucks his penis away, then he returns to his workstation with Roddy, while a rather breathless Charlotte pulls her thong back up.
“God, he’s good!” she gasps.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Wally. He and Alan shuffle apart on one side of the table, and Charlotte sits down between them; Robbie and Justin make room for you on the other side.
The lads are in the middle of a game of Carcassonne, but they scrap it and restart. You and Charlotte join in, but, being the least experienced players, are not doing very well when you notice that it is almost two o’clock.
“Charlotte and I have a lab now,” you say. “Sorry to abandon the game.”
“No problem!” says Wally cheerfully.
“It was a pleasure having you both join us!” says Alan.
“Thank you – I had fun,” says Charlotte. She turns and gives Alan a soft kiss on the lips; his cheeks turn bright pink instantly and his eyes widen. Then she turns and kisses Wally too. As she pulls away from him, he is beaming happily. Getting up, she comes around the table and kisses Robbie and Justin on the lips too.
Charlotte puts her thong back on, and then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
The four lads look startled by the suggestion, but then they all nod eagerly. As Charlotte steps towards them, they get up from their table and surround her.
“Are you sure this is okay?” asks Wally.
Charlotte nods. “I’ll fuck anyone he tells me to fuck,” she says with a smile as all four young men begin to fondle her breasts, buttocks, and pussy. She puts her arms around Wally’s neck and kisses him, with plenty of tongue. Then she kisses each of his friends in turn, equally deeply. Then, calmly, she bends over the table, plants her hands on its surface, and spreads her feet wide apart.
Alan steps forward first. Taking his penis out of his trousers and spitting into his hand, he lubricates Charlotte’s pussy with his fingers, then slowly eases his erection into her vagina. With a look of sheer joy on his face, he starts fucking her with sharp, vigorous thrusts. Charlotte closes her eyes and purrs contentedly.
Once Alan has climaxed inside her, Wally takes his turn. Then, grimacing slightly at the semen dripping from Charlotte’s vaginal opening, Justin sinks his own erection into her. Five minutes later, when Robbie finally enters Charlotte, semen splurges out around the shaft of his erection. “Eww,” he says, as he begins fucking her with almost no friction at all. Eventually, though, he too climaxes with a shudder and a groan, and then he pulls out of her, his penis coated with his friends’ sperm. “Ugh!” he says, hastily wiping it with a rather dirty handkerchief.
“Thank you all very much,” says Charlotte as she stands up and turns around. She kisses all four lads again. Then you and she bid them a good afternoon, and head back to the staircase.
Quickly descending the stairs, the two of you conceal yourselves in a secluded aisle, and Charlotte puts on her thong. You kiss her, and whisper, “You were great up there, my darling. I’m very proud of you.”
Charlotte smiles. “I love it when you offer me to other men,” she says. “It’s so deliciously depraved.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Absolutely,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte and laughs. “My goodness!” she says. “You’re making me feel overdressed! Are you looking for a job?”
“No,” says Charlotte, grinning. “We’re just here to eat.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them with amusement, and after the waitress leaves, she smirks and says, “What I wouldn’t give to have her breasts!”
“Don’t be silly – yours are perfect,” you tell her.
Dickie Brewer emerges from the back of the room, and speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“Want to pole-dance again?”
“How about getting completely naked?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside takes one look at Charlotte’s bare breasts and thong, and says, “Sorry, but you can’t come in here like that! Put some clothes on, for heaven’s sake!”
Disappointed, you and Charlotte leave the restaurant. “Well I can’t say I’m surprised,” says Charlotte. “But what shall we do now?”
You reply, “Let’s go...
Back to my halls of residence and have dinner there.”
And have dinner at Slick Willy’s.”
Charlotte grins. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and heads over to the pole. Dickie grins, though a little apprehensively. “We have a volunteer!” he exclaims. “And wow, she’s already down to just a thong!” Then, switching off the mic, he says something quietly to Charlotte which you cannot hear. You can guess, however, that he is asking her not to get too explicit.
Music plays; Charlotte smiles, and begins to dance. She does not use the pole much; she just swings around it a few times and arches her back against it. Then, grasping the sides of her thong, she tugs it down her legs, steps out of it, and kicks it to one side. Cheers and wolf-whistles erupt from the mostly male spectators, and Charlotte smiles happily as she dances, with admirable confidence, completely naked.
Abandoning the pole, she begins dancing from table to table, giving eager male diners lewd close-up views of her pussy. She twerks in front of one man, spreading her feet well apart as she gyrates her bottom just inches from his face, and she places her left foot on another man’s thigh while she fingers her vagina for his viewing pleasure.
Dickie is watching her anxiously; he is no doubt ready to step in and put a stop to Charlotte’s dance if she makes physical contact with anybody. As she dances past your table, she winks at you and blows you a kiss. You beckon to her, and when she comes and bends down next to you, you say, “I’ll try to distract Dickie; I want you to...
Lie down on your back and masturbate until you climax in front of everyone.”
Start giving these men the most outrageous lap dances imaginable.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Well that won’t take much effort,” she remarks. She half rises from her chair, slips off her thong, and tucks it into her bag.
“Awesome,” you say happily.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte now completely naked, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
She remains naked for the rest of the meal, only putting her thong back on as you are paying the bill. Outside, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has climbed on to a table and lain back, lifting her legs in the air and spreading her thighs wide apart. With nearly all of the men in the room, and some of the women, staring at her exposed pussy, she begins to slide two fingers of her right hand in and out of her vagina, while rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her left hand.
Fortunately, Dickie seems to have tuned out the sounds of cheering and wolf-whistling behind him, so engrossed is he in the unfolding tale of Charlotte’s exhibitionism at the university. Even her unbridled cries of orgasmic ecstasy do not distract him.
“And then we were like, ‘Where shall we eat?’, and then of course I suggested this place,” you say, concluding your story. “And here we are.”
“Incredible!” says Dickie. He looks around to see Charlotte returning to the table with her thong in her hand. “You’re an amazing girl!” he tells her.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile. As Dickie leaves the table, she pulls on her thong and sits back down.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has straddled the lap of one of three men sitting at a nearby table, and is kissing him with lots of tongue while he fingers her vagina. As you continue to tell Dickie about what happened during this morning’s lectures, Charlotte reaches down to unzip the man’s trousers, and from the way she settles down on to his lap a moment later, you know his penis is now inside her. She starts to bounce up and down on him, as his friends whoop and applaud.
It is not long before the man climaxes inside Charlotte. She kisses him, then climbs off his lap and moves on to one of his friends. You begin to stretch out your story, getting a little creative with the truth as you attempt to give Charlotte more time. This strategy works; Dickie is enthralled, and soon Charlotte is moving on to the next table with the sperm of three men running down her thighs.
She manages to have sex with four more men by the time you come to the end of your story. You beckon to her as she climbs off her seventh penis, and, by the time Dickie turns around to look, Charlotte is walking back towards your table.
“All done with your dance?” says Dickie. “I hope you had fun – you’re an amazing girl!”
“I had lots of fun thanks,” says Charlotte with an impish grin. As Dickie leaves the table, she sits back down. “Wow!” she gasps. “That was intense.”
“Well done, darling,” you say with a smile. “Your sluttiness is beyond compare.”
“Here, you forgot this,” says Dickie, returning to your table. He hands Charlotte her thong.
“Oh – thank you,” says Charlotte, and she puts the flimsy garment back on.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Yes please!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head on foot into the seedier part of town, where the sight of a near-naked woman is a little less uncommon. You spot a couple of prostitutes hanging out on street corners, and you remark, “You’re prettier than these women ... not to mention more naked.”
Charlotte takes off her thong and tucks it into her bag. “Completely naked, now,” she says with a giggle. “So, what do you have in mind?”
You come to an empty street corner next to a quiet alley, and say, “This looks like a good spot. Let’s wait for a man to stop by and ask you for sex, and then I want you to...
Offer him a free fuck, in your vagina or anus – his choice.”
Tell him you’ll go with him and indulge any depraved fantasy he likes for two hours, for five hundred pounds.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head to the park, whose paths are fortunately quite well illuminated. As you walk through it, hand in hand, you pass a bandstand in which a number of teenage boys are hanging out, smoking and drinking. All of them stop talking as they catch sight of you, and they stare lustfully at Charlotte.
“All right darlin’?” one of them calls out to her.
“Hi,” says Charlotte, waving to them.
Gripping Charlotte’s hand, you lead her...
Past the bandstand, heading deeper into the park.
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Who wants to take part in an erotic photo shoot?”
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Do whatever you like with my girlfriend; I’ll be back to pick her up in two hours.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus driver is thrilled to have a near-naked young woman board his bus. Some of the other passengers are less enthused, but none of them complains to the driver, and the ride back to Juniper Hall is uneventful. Once back at your hall, you lead Charlotte past scores of astonished students, and take her up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car pulls around the corner into the alley, and stops. You wait for a couple of minutes, then you creep closer, listening. As you approach the car, you can hear rhythmic male grunts interspersed with Charlotte’s higher-pitched moans of pleasure.
Five minutes later, Charlotte gets out, and the car drives away. You walk up to her with a smile and say, “How was it?”
“Good!” replies Charlotte happily. “Just an old-fashioned missionary-style vaginal fucking, but nice.”
“Well, let’s get out of here,” you say. “I don’t fancy waiting around another half-hour for the next horny customer to arrive.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte shivers, then nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car drives off, and you wait. And wait. The evening gets darker and chillier, and you walk briskly up and down while catching up on Twitter. Time passes agonisingly slowly.
After two and a half hours you are starting to worry, but then a car appears and comes to a halt next to you. The passenger door opens, and Charlotte gets out, looking rather tired. She smiles when she sees you, and comes over to kiss you while the car drives off. She then proudly hands you a wad of cash. “Here you go, my pimp,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say, pocketing the money. “So, what did you have to do to earn this?”
Charlotte shrugs. “Some light bondage,” she says. “Lots of spanking. He fucked me with a lot of different toys, too.”
You pull her into a hug. “I’m proud of you, my sexy little whore,” you say, and she shudders in your arms.
“Yes,” she murmurs happily. “I am a whore.”
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The teenagers look disappointed as you walk past them without stopping, and they emerge from the bandstand to watch Charlotte’s retreating bottom.
A couple of minutes later you arrive at the river, where tall nettles cluster thickly around a park bench. Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag, then she lies down on the bench and spreads her legs. “Fuck me,” she says. “Please?”
You smile as you...
Pull down your jeans and boxers, and lie down on top of her.
Carefully pluck a nettle and brush it against Charlotte’s pussy.
Every one of the boys immediately volunteers, and you begin posing them as Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag. “Okay, you with the floppy hair, sit down here ... and you, acne boy, kneel down just there... Charlotte, sit down right there, and put your left foot up on his shoulder ... perfect. Now you, Blondie, come down here and sit on the middle step there ... and slide two of your fingers into her vagina ... great! Now acne boy, I want you to grab her left breast, and stick your tongue in her mouth ... wonderful. Now you, floppy hair, start sucking on her right nipple.”
You take the first photo, and then rearrange everyone for the next. As the photo shoot progresses, the poses become more explicit. Soon Charlotte is posing with a penis in her mouth; shortly afterwards, with one in her vagina. Four photos after that, you capture her smiling happily with one penis in her vagina and another in her rectum. And whenever a boy puts his erection inside Charlotte, after the photo is taken you allow him to climax inside her before withdrawing.
Soon there are only three boys who have not yet spent their sperm. You pose them with their erections in Charlotte’s mouth, vagina, and anus, take a photo, and then let them all fuck her until they spurt their semen inside her.
“Well that was fun,” giggles Charlotte as the two of you walk away from the bandstand. She is still naked, and apparently unconcerned about the semen running down the insides of her thighs. “What will you do with those photos?”
“Oh, probably email them to your dad,” you say airily.
Charlotte laughs. “I wouldn’t mind if you did,” she says. “He would kick me out, but we’re almost at that point anyway.”
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The boys stare at you, their eyes wide. Then they laugh in delight as you walk away, leaving Charlotte at their mercy. When you glance backward, you see them crowding around her.
You kill a couple of hours on a nearby park bench, out of sight (and earshot) of the bandstand. When you eventually return, only three boys are still there. One of them is laughing raucously as he fucks Charlotte’s rectum; with his left hand he is pulling her hair, while with his right he is slapping her buttock in time with his thrusts. Then, as you climb the steps into the bandstand, the lad groans and stops thrusting. With a beatific smile, he remains buried inside your girlfriend for another minute or so, then he pulls out and tucks himself away.
“She’s all yours, mate,” he says.
Charlotte retrieves her bag, and the two of you head away from the bandstand. “Where’s your thong?” you ask.
“In my bag,” replies Charlotte.
You nod, then inquire, “Did you have a nice time?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Yes thank you,” she says. “I do love a good gangbang.”
You leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
As you bury your erection in Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. You fuck her for five minutes or so, then you pull out, slide your penis into her anus, and fuck her rectum for a while. Then, feeling your orgasm approaching, you switch back to her vagina and ejaculate just as she reaches her own climax.
You cuddle with Charlotte for a while, but the bench is not particularly comfortable, and eventually you both decide that it is time to get up and move on.
“Shall I put my thong back on?” asks Charlotte. “Or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
You tuck your hand up inside your sleeve, and pluck a tall nettle by gripping its stalk through the material of your shirt. Charlotte’s eyes widen as you bring its tip over to her pussy, and she squeals as you brush it against her labia.
“Ow! Ow! It’s stinging me!” she gasps, but she does not attempt to close her legs or get out of the way, so you continue to sting her with the nettle, prodding it against her labia and clitoris, and around the entrance to her vagina and anus.
“Pull yourself open,” you instruct her.
Biting her lip, Charlotte tucks the tips of her index and middle fingers of both hands into her vagina, and pulls them apart, exposing her vulnerable soft interior flesh.
Grinning, you plunge the tip of the nettle inside her, pushing it deep. Charlotte shrieks as her sensitive flesh receives dozens of stings, but she bravely holds her position while the nettle’s flimsy stalk curls up against her cervix and its leaves become packed together in her vagina.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” cries Charlotte, tears springing from her eyes. “It stings so badly!”
You continue to fold up the nettle inside her vagina until only a couple of inches of leafless stalk remain sticking out of her. “Now get up and bend over the bench,” you tell her.
Whimpering and gasping, Charlotte gets up and turns around, bending over and planting her hands on the bench as she spreads her feet apart. You retrieve her Vaseline from her bag, lube up your erection, and sink it into her anus. As you fuck her rectum, Charlotte reaches between her legs and begins fucking herself with the nettle, gasping as it continues to pepper her vagina with new stings.
Despite her obvious pain, Charlotte manages to bring herself to orgasm just a few seconds after, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen deep into her bowels.
Once you have pulled out of her anus, Charlotte slowly pulls the nettle out of her vagina, wincing as it stings her several more times. “Holy shit!” she says. “My entire pussy is burning!”
“Sorry,” you apologise.
“Don’t be,” she says. “You can do that to me whenever you want.” Then she smirks. “Now shall I put my thong back on, or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her puffy, nettle-stung pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte obediently turns and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet apart and arching her back to present her vagina for fucking. Neil wastes no time in pulling his erection out of his jeans. He grasps Charlotte’s hips with both hands and pulls her toward him, impaling her on his penis. Then he begins to thrust, as Roddy looks around anxiously.
Charlotte smiles happily as Neil fucks her with increasing speed. “God, I love having a cock inside me,” she murmurs.
Neil climaxes a couple of minutes later. Panting, he pulls out of Charlotte’s vagina and tucks himself back into his jeans. “Go on, Roddy,” he says. “Your turn.”
Roddy raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod and smile at him. Eagerly, he unzips his jeans and takes out his erect penis, which is somewhat larger than Neil’s. Charlotte moans with pleasure as he sinks it into her.
You keep an eye on Owen’s roaming head as Roddy gives Charlotte a quiet but energetic fucking. She is clearly getting close to her orgasm, judging by her expression and her white-knuckle grip upon the stool. Then she turns her head and squeals into her shoulder as her body shudders in a powerful climax.
Roddy now withdraws his penis from Charlotte’s vagina, and pushes it against her anal sphincter. Lubricated with Neil’s semen, the puckered ring of muscle opens up readily, and Charlotte gasps as Roddy’s thick shaft fills her rectum. He fucks her for another couple of minutes, then he groans as he pours his semen into her bowels.
Once he has pulled out of her and zipped himself up, he and Neil both thank you profusely as they return to their workstation. Charlotte pulls her thong back up, smiling contentedly, and the two of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your thong?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to fuck you?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a shiver. “I imagine Adolf is missing me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s breasts and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” says Colin.
“Hi Babe,” says Adolf. “Take off your thong, there’s a good girl.”
Charlotte, to your delight, immediately pulls her thong down and steps out of it. As Colin and Adolf stare with undisguised lust at her naked body, you say, “Good girl. Now...
Do whatever else Adolf tells you.”
I think all three of us should fuck you ... at the same time.”
You lead Charlotte to the bar, where cheers greet her arrival. A stool is made available for her, while you find yourself nudged into the background, barely able to see your girlfriend through the jostling young men competing for her attention.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. You catch a glimpse of Charlotte’s breasts being caressed by eager hands. Then Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Then, to the delight of most of her audience, she suddenly pulls her thong down, steps out of it, then resumes dancing, now completely naked. The volume of cheers and wolf-whistles practically doubles.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines. Picking up her thong, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte grins, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would all of you nice gentlemen like to fuck me?” she asks them with a smile.
There is an immediate chorus of enthusiastic assent. “Gawd, yer an absolute saint, you are,” says Terry.
Charlotte sighs happily as she lies down on a coat that one of the men spreads out for her. Then she purrs with contentment as the first unwashed homeless penis enters her.
The men take it in turns to fuck your girlfriend and fill her with their semen. A couple of the older ones have some trouble getting erect, either because of performance anxiety or because of the declining functionality of their ageing bodies. But Charlotte is very patient with them, letting them take their time and using her mouth to encourage their arousal when necessary. Eventually, every one of them has spilled his sperm inside her.
As Charlotte lies panting, her legs spread, semen leaking out of her vagina and pooling around her buttocks, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
Charlotte shivers, then nods excitedly, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would you nice gentlemen be so kind as to let me fuck your dogs?” she asks them with an affected air of wide-eyed innocence.
The men all laugh dirtily. “Sure thing, Sweetheart,” says one of them. He lays his coat out on the ground, and Charlotte gets down on to her hands and knees.
The first dog to mount her is Mack, a powerful-looking mix of sheepdog and Mastiff traits. His owner carefully guides his thick, growing penis into Charlotte’s vagina, where it sinks deep. The dog barks excitedly as it starts thrusting rapidly, and Charlotte squeals as the animal’s claws dig into her back.
Once Mack has climaxed inside her, his owner pulls him off and the second dog, Brutus, mounts your girlfriend. He is even larger than Mack, and Charlotte gasps as his swollen cock penetrates her. Then she moans with pleasure as he starts fucking her with intense energy.
Once Brutus has ejaculated inside her, Charlotte collapses on to her elbows, panting. Brutus attempts to climb off, but he seems to be stuck. Terry and his friends laugh. “His knot’s stuck inside you!” says Brutus’s owner gleefully.
Charlotte winces as, half a minute later, Brutus yanks his knot out of her. Then, recovering her smile, she rolls over on to her back and spreads her legs. “Anyone else want me?” she asks.
Before long, Terry and every one of his friends has fucked Charlotte right in front of you. Then, as she lies exhausted with semen pouring out of her gaping vagina, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck. And plenty of dogs, too!”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“I like the sound of that!” says Adolf, with a dirty laugh. “All right Charlotte, get on the bed on your hands and knees – I’m going to fuck your arsehole.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte meekly. She climbs on to the bed, positions herself on all fours, and spreads her knees apart. Adolf climbs onto the bed behind her, then coughs up copious quantities of saliva and mucus, which he uses to lubricate his erection and her anus.
“Oh yeah,” says Adolf as he sinks his penis deep into Charlotte’s rectum, making her gasp and wince. He begins fucking her with a joyous grin on his face. “Hey Charlotte,” he says. “Suck Colin’s cock.”
Colin grins as he unzips his jeans and takes out his own pudgy, semi-erect penis. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed and slaps his cock against Charlotte’s cheek. She opens her mouth, takes in his penis, and begins sucking on it.
You watch, mesmerised, as Adolf fucks Charlotte with wild, exuberant thrusts. Then, after a couple of minutes, he pulls his erection out of her anus. “Down on your elbows,” he instructs Charlotte.
Charlotte complies, but this means she can no longer reach Colin’s penis; he sits down on the edge of the bed so that she can continue to suck him off. Adolf now plunges himself into Charlotte’s vagina, and he fucks her wildly until, a minute or so later, he climaxes with a groan.
“Okay, your turn Colin,” he says, pulling his penis out of your girlfriend.
Colin eagerly strips off his trousers and underwear, then he takes Adolf’s place on the bed behind Charlotte. He fucks her vagina for a minute or two, then, using Adolf’s semen as a lubricant, he slides his erection into her anus. A couple of minutes later, he ejaculates copiously into her rectum.
“Who’s up for some Star Trek?” asks Colin, climbing off Charlotte, who remains on her elbows and knees with her bottom sticking up in the air, her anus and vagina leaking semen.
“Sure,” you say.
“You chaps have fun with Star Trek,” says Adolf. “Charlotte and I are going to Gavin’s room.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes. Gavin is a dreg of humanity even more obnoxious than Adolf. As Adolf is fully aware, you have been barred from Gavin’s room ever since you called him an “ignorant little cunt”. Dreading to think what Gavin and Adolf might do with Charlotte without your supervision, you say,
“Okay, have fun.”
“I think not, Adolf.”
Charlotte shivers, but you can tell she is delighted by the idea. “Okay,” she says, and she climbs on to Colin’s bed. Lying back, she spreads her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy, vagina and anus for everyone’s viewing pleasure. “Do you want to fetch the Vaseline first, though, Sweetie?”
“Good idea,” you agree, and you hurry back to your room to retrieve your jar of Vaseline. When you get back to Colin’s room, you find that he and Adolf have already stripped off their trousers and underwear, and you quickly do the same. Then you say, “All right chaps, I’ll take her...
Mouth.”
Vagina.”
Anus.”
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply. “Now take off that thong – I want to see you get on the bus naked.”
“Your wish is my command,” says Charlotte. She removes her thong and tucks it into her bag.
The bus arrives, and its driver laughs in delight as Charlotte boards it, naked. The doors close, and the bus takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with drinks, and becoming very generous with her kisses. Male hands grope every inch of her body, and soon she is being laid down across a couple of bar stools. Her legs are lifted up in the air, and her thong is pulled off.
“Oh my!” gasps Charlotte as a thick penis slides into her vagina. Her next utterance is muffled as another penis is shoved into her mouth. She begins sucking on it willingly.
After three minutes of this, the first penis is withdrawn, and you briefly see white semen leaking out of Charlotte’s vagina before another penis is shoved in. Then you lose sight of her in the press of young men jostling in front of you, and you try to circle around to get a better vantage point.
Most of the women in the bar leave in disgust over the course of the next twenty minutes, as the crowd of horny young men around Charlotte grows and grows. After a full hour of her gangbang, you estimate that she has been fucked by at least twenty men, and the action shows no sign of abating.
Another hour passes, and the crowd thins sufficiently for you to see what is going on. Charlotte is lying on her side across two bar stools, with her legs being held almost in the splits position. One lad is fucking her vagina; another is in her anus. She is sucking on a third man’s penis.
After fifteen more minutes, every man remaining in the bar has come inside Charlotte – including the bartender. Charlotte is left alone, and she rolls off the stools, falling clumsily on to her hands and knees. She grabs her thong, and gets unsteadily to her feet. Seeing you, she smiles happily and walks over to you, with semen pouring down her thighs. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asks.
You nod. “Stay naked,” you say. “No more thong for you tonight.”
“Sure,” she says, and she puts her thong in her bag. Then you kiss her; she tastes of sperm.
“It’s getting late,” you remark. “We should get you home.”
“Never mind how late it is,” says Charlotte. “I need you to fuck me, back in your room. After I’ve cleaned up a bit and feel more human. Please?”
“Of course,” you say.
You take her back to your floor, where she takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Then she climbs into your bed, where you vigorously fuck her vagina and anus until the two of you climax together.
“Aah,” she sighs happily. “That’s better. Thank you.”
She remains naked as you walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and the bus driver whoops in delight as Charlotte boards. The doors close, and the bus drives away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You gently finger Charlotte’s vagina until her bus arrives. She boards it, much to the driver’s delight, then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Terry chuckles. “Well, you can’t blame me for asking,” he says, as you help Charlotte to her feet.
You walk Charlotte back to the bus stop, where you kiss her lovingly. “Well done, my darling,” you say.
Charlotte grins. “Not bad for an uptight church girl, eh?” she replies.
To your great satisfaction, she leaves her thong in her bag, remaining naked, with semen running down her thighs, until the bus arrives. She kisses you goodbye and boards the bus; the driver beams with delight, and says something to her that you do not catch, but it makes her laugh. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte looks both excited and frightened. She rubs her clitoris harder as she says, “I will happily become these men’s sex slave, if that’s what you want.”
“Good!” you say. “That’s settled then. Gentlemen, she’s all yours.” You bend down and give Charlotte a kiss. “Goodbye my darling. Have fun in your new life.”
You pick up her bag and toss it into a nearby skip. Then you head to the bus stop. As the bus arrives, you glance back at Charlotte; she is French-kissing one of the homeless men, while another is attempting to push his entire hand into her vagina.
Then the bus takes you away, and you lose sight of Charlotte for good.
THE END
Return to last save point.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her thong down, and steps out of it.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her naked pussy.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now completely nude, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she bends over it and says, “My vagina needs attention. Barry, would you mind giving me a good hard fucking?”
Grinning, Barry moves around behind Charlotte and pulls her thong down to her ankles. “Sure!” he says. He unzips his jeans, takes out his erect penis, and plunges it deep inside her. As he fucks your girlfriend with a broad grin on his face, he looks over at you and winks.
You take a seat and watch Charlotte’s face as Barry’s penis pistons in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted in a half-smile of erotic pleasure. Then she opens her eyes, sees you looking at her, and grins at you.
After ten minutes or so, Barry suddenly increases the speed of his thrusting, and then he groans and stiffens as he pumps his semen into Charlotte. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he pulls out of her vagina, gives her a slap on her left buttock, and says, “All yours, Jeff.”
Jeff grimaces slightly at the sight of Barry’s semen oozing out of Charlotte’s vagina, but he barely hesitates before pulling out his own erection and sinking it into her moist depths. Gripping her hips, he fucks her so hard and fast that it soon brings her to orgasm.
“Oh God!” she cries. “Yes! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me hard! Aaaaahhhh!” She shudders as her entire body is wracked with orgasmic bliss.
Soon afterward, Jeff gasps and spasms as he reaches his own climax, filling her up with his sperm. When he pulls out of her, a minute or so later, she stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around his neck. “Thank you Jeff,” she says softly, and she gives him a tender kiss, to which he eagerly responds. You catch a brief glimpse of their tongues intertwining, before they pull apart.
Charlotte then turns to Barry, who takes her in his arms and bends her over backwards as he kisses her. It is a very sloppy kiss – you see saliva flowing down Barry’s tongue and into Charlotte’s mouth – but she does not seem to mind. When he eventually releases her, she picks up her thong and tucks it into her bag.
“Okay!” she says brightly. “Who wants another game of doubles?”
“Sure,” you reply.
Charlotte remains naked for the next two games, after which you and she bid Jeff and Barry goodnight.
Outside, you smile and say, “Good girl, Charlotte – I’m proud of you.”
She smiles happily. “I’ll fuck anyone you tell me to fuck,” she says.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte moves to allow Colin to lie down on his back, and then she lies down on top of him. Taking a dollop of Vaseline from the jar, she uses it to lube up Colin’s erection and her own vaginal opening. His four-inch-long, pudgy cock slips inside her, and he begins gently fucking her.
Adolf now applies Vaseline to his own erection, and to Charlotte’s anus. Lying down on top of her but supporting himself with his hands, he slowly slides his long, thin, rather oddly-shaped cock deep into your girlfriend’s rectum. Then, with a broad grin, he begins thrusting himself back and forth inside her.
Charlotte’s head is close to the edge of the bed; you kneel down next to her and push your erect penis into her mouth as she opens it. She sucks on it eagerly and swirls her tongue around its head; the sensation is wonderful and you close your eyes, smiling happily.
After a short while, judging by their groans of pleasure, Adolf and Colin seem to be approaching their climaxes. You are getting fairly close yourself, thanks to the attentions of Charlotte’s tongue, and you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte shifts position to allow Colin to lie down on his side with his back against the wall. She then lies down on her side with her back to him, and she lifts her right leg up so that her vagina and anus can be more easily accessed. Colin lubricates his pudgy erection and Charlotte’s anus with Vaseline, and then he slowly sinks his cock into her rectum, making her moan contentedly.
You now lie down in front of Charlotte, facing her. After a quick application of Vaseline, you sink your penis into her vagina and begin thrusting. She smiles at you and kisses you, but then she raises her head and takes Adolf’s penis into her mouth, sucking eagerly on it as he thrusts it back and forth.
For the next couple of minutes you, Colin and Adolf all fuck Charlotte while you and Colin take turns playing with her breasts. Then, sensing that Colin and Adolf are approaching their climaxes, you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte moves over so that you can lie down on the bed on your back. You lube up your erection with Vaseline, then, as Charlotte straddles you and lowers herself down, you rub more Vaseline into her anus. As she descends further, you position the head of your erection at her anal opening, and watch as her sphincter expands to accommodate you. She sits all the way down, so that you are fully buried in her rectum.
Then she lies back against you, raising her legs in the air as Adolf climbs on top of her. Having lubricated his penis, he plunges it deep into her vagina and begins fucking her vigorously. The motion causes your own erection to slide back and forth within her rectum; you are fucking her without moving a muscle.
Colin, resting one knee upon the bed, now waves his short and pudgy erection in Charlotte’s face. She opens her mouth and takes it in, sucking eagerly on it while her vagina and anus are being fucked by two other penises.
After a couple of minutes, you guess that Colin and Adolf are both getting close to orgasm, so you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Colin comes first, grunting as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Adolf groans with pleasure as he spurts semen deep inside Charlotte’s rectum. You take a little longer, but Adolf and Colin are still inside your girlfriend when your semen sprays against her tonsils.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and Colin gently pushes her off him as he climbs out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Colin climaxes first, grunting as he shoots his semen deep into Charlotte’s rectum. A few moments later, you reach your own orgasm, groaning ecstatically as you pump your girlfriend’s vagina full of your sperm.
Then Adolf gasps and twitches as he ejaculates into Charlotte’s mouth. To her credit, she swallows every drop, and on tiniest to suck him as he softens, milking him of every last drop of his semen.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and then Colin carefully climbs over her as he gets out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf comes first, gasping with ecstasy as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Charlotte’s tongue brings Colin to a climax, and his fat little cock fills her mouth with his sperm.
You grab Charlotte’s hips and start fucking her anus with powerful strokes, until finally you reach your own orgasm, pumping your semen deep into her bowels. Charlotte sighs happily as you reach around her chest and squeeze her breasts.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and you gently push her off you as you climb out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf laughs. “Awesome,” he says.
Charlotte seems excited as she follows Adolf out of Colin’s room and into the corridor, still completely naked and with semen dripping down her thighs.
“Holy fuck,” says Colin, once they have left. “I can’t believe you’re letting Adolf take your girlfriend off to get who-knows-what done to her in Gavin’s room!”
“I am a little concerned,” you admit, “but it’s the kind of adventure Charlotte will revel in. She’s strong; she’ll be fine.”
You watch television and play games for the next three hours. Then the door opens, and Charlotte staggers in. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “That was intense!”
“Are you okay?” you ask, jumping to your feet.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “But it’s getting late and I should probably head home.”
“Okay, I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Outside she says, “Well it was quite the party. I was fucked by about twenty-five men.”
“Good grief!” you say.
“And then they put Gavin’s pet mouse inside me,” she adds.
“Holy shit!” you exclaim.
“It tickled,” she continues. She falls silent for a minute or so, then she says, “Adolf asked me to leave you for him.”
You shiver. “And...?”
“I wouldn’t leave you,” says Charlotte. “If you ever feel like moving on to another girl, and want to give me to Adolf to be his plaything, that’s another matter. I must admit it would be quite exciting to surrender myself completely to Adolf’s control.”
“I’m not planning to move on to anyone else,” you assure her. “I love you.”
Charlotte smiles. “Thank you Sweetie,” she says. “I love you too.”
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf pouts. “Fine,” he says. “But I’m damn well going to finger your girlfriend some more while we watch Trek. On your back, Charlotte.”
Charlotte obediently rolls over on to her back, and spreads her thighs wide apart. Over the course of one-and-a-half episodes of Star Trek, Adolf fingers Charlotte’s anus and vagina almost constantly. Then, clearly having recovered his stamina, he mounts her and fucks her missionary-style for fifteen minutes straight, during which she reaches her own orgasm before he reaches his. For the five minutes following his collapse on top of her, they kiss deeply and slurpily while his penis softens inside her.
Once the second episode has finished, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Adolf climbs off Charlotte, and Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him another long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin rather breathlessly.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she sighs happily and says, “Thank you for letting me be a slut. I’m having such a wonderful time!”
“You’re welcome!” you tell her with a chuckle.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Rebecca blushes. “Yes, you’re right, of course,” she says. “Sorry.”
You are not really sure what she is apologising for, but she says nothing else to you. Five minutes later, Charlotte emerges from the Principal’s office, completely naked and looking quite pleased with herself. You get to your feet and pull her into a hug as Rebecca wordlessly heads into her father’s office.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
Rebecca nods, and looks a little sad. “Yes – that would be nice,” she says, half to herself.
“You don’t have a boyfriend?” you inquire in surprise.
Rebecca blushes, and shakes her head. “Not right now,” she says. “I did, for a while, but he was sort of mean to me. I was actually quite relieved when he dumped me.” Her eyes seem to be getting moist, and you sense that there is more to the story.
“Wow, Rebecca, I’m sorry to hear that,” you say. “You deserve better than that.”
She shrugs. “Well nobody’s lining up at my door,” she says. “I’m not sure how much better I can expect.”
“I can’t believe nobody’s interested in you,” you tell her. “Heck, if I were single, I’d ask you out in a heartbeat.”
“Really?” she says, wide-eyed.
“Absolutely,” you assure her. And now you begin to wonder what will happen to your relationship with Charlotte, if she is expelled while you remain at the university.
The same thought has apparently occurred to Rebecca, too. She says, rather carefully, “If Charlotte leaves, and you stay ... do you think you’ll stay together?”
“I don’t know,” you admit.
“If you don’t...” begins Rebecca.
“Why would you want to go out with me?” you inquire. “I just took the most uptight church girl you could imagine, turned her into the campus slut, and got her expelled!”
“Because that’s just such an exciting story!” exclaims Rebecca, coming over and sitting down next to you, her shyness forgotten. “It makes my life seem so dull and ordinary. I want to be more like Charlotte! Perhaps not to such an extreme degree, but...”
At this moment the door opens, and Charlotte, now completely naked, comes out of the Principal’s office. You jump to your feet, feeling (and possibly looking) a little guilty. As Rebecca stands up too, Charlotte looks her up and down, then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Is this my replacement?” she inquires.
You look at Rebecca, who is staring at Charlotte with a look of awe. Then you look back at Charlotte, and say,
“Of course not! We were just talking. Rebecca’s a bit of a fan of ours.”
“Well, that’s jumping the gun a bit – Rebecca and I only just met!”
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Yes, that seems fitting,” she says. “All right, I’ll do it. And I’ll rent a flat – something cheap and dirty. Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She smiles happily. “I was hoping you might,” she says, “but I didn’t want to assume. Do I get to meet your family at some point?”
“Yes of course – as soon as this semester finishes,” you say. “I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll dress a bit less scandalously for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“So ... nothing at all?” inquires Charlotte. “Or just a thong?”
“A thong,” you decide. “But you must casually take it off in front of all of them.”
Charlotte smiles. “I think I can do that,” she says.
You sigh happily. “That’s my girl. I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies.
THE END
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Charlotte shudders. “Wow,” she says. Then she nods. “I suppose that’s a fitting profession for me. Very well – I shall become a prostitute. And not just any prostitute – I’ll be the kinkiest, most prolific prostitute in the city. And I’ll rent a flat – something filthy and nasty, overrun with cockroaches.” She pauses, and looks a little sad. “Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She sighs with relief. “Really? So you’ll still want to be with me? I was afraid this might be goodbye.” She smiles happily. “Do I get to meet your family at some point? I’d totally understand if you didn’t want...”
“Absolutely!” you tell her firmly. “As soon as this semester finishes. I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll be on my best behaviour for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “So you think I should fuck your dad?”
“Yup!” you agree. “Preferably in front of my mum, if you can manage it. And then have a threesome with my brother and sister. Get them to have sex with each other, if you can.”
“Kinky!” says Charlotte. “Either I’ll be a big hit, or I’ll get banned from your house forever. Either way, it’ll be a fun adventure!”
“That it will,” you agree. Then you sigh happily. “I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies, and she bends over so that you can fuck her anus.
THE END
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“Oh!” says Charlotte. “Sorry – I suppose I’m feeling a little insecure, what with getting expelled and everything.”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” says Rebecca, getting to her feet. “Nice to meet you both!” She heads into her father’s office as you get to your feet and pull Charlotte into a hug.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“But ... that’s what you’re thinking, right?” says Charlotte. “Both of you! I can see it in your faces!”
You glance at Rebecca, who is looking at you with a hopeful expression. “Rebecca’s very sweet,” you say, “and if you and I split up as a result of this expulsion thing, I would love to ask her out and see how that goes. But I’m not assuming anything...”
Charlotte purses her lips. “Well, I’ll make it easy for you. I persuaded the professor to let you stay, and since I plan on leaving home, I figure I’ll have to go out and get a job and find somewhere to live now. So I’ll be out there, and you’ll be here, and you’ll be bored all day with nobody to persuade into increasingly lewd sexual acts. Therefore, I think you and I should call it quits. Have fun with Rebecca – get those mammoth mammaries out in the open – and have a nice life.”
“Charlotte!” you exclaim, feeling a little hurt. “I don’t want it to end like this!”
“Hey, stop it!” says Rebecca, looking distressed. “I don’t want to come between you two. I love what the two of you have – I don’t want it to end on my account. I just want to ... to experience some of it for myself.”
Charlotte’s expression turns thoughtful. “Hmm,” she says. Suddenly, she grabs Rebecca’s shoulders, and pulls the shorter girl into a kiss. Rebecca utters a muffled squeal, but then she throws her arms around Charlotte’s neck and responds to the kiss enthusiastically. It is almost a minute before they break apart.
“I suppose I am willing to share you with this girl,” Charlotte says to you. “So the question is, do you want to try to make this work as a threesome? Or would you rather focus just on Rebecca from now on? Be honest – I actually don’t mind the idea of going out into the world naked and alone. It seems like an appropriate conclusion to our story.”
With barely a moment’s hesitation, you reply, “Charlotte, I want...
You and only you.”
To see if a three-way relationship can work ... if Rebecca is willing to try it.”
To make a fresh start with Rebecca.”
Rebecca’s face falls, while Charlotte’s lights up. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she says. “Sorry Rebecca.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Rebecca, a little glumly. “I had no right to stir things up between you. I truly wish you both every happiness.” Then, with a slightly disappointed smile, she heads into her father’s office.
Charlotte sighs with relief. “You had me worried there!” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “It took the thought of losing you to make me realise how devastated I would be if that happened.”
Charlotte smiles and kisses you. “So, what happens now?” she inquires. “I need a job and a place to live. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“Well all right then,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “How about it, Rebecca?”
“I’m in!” says Rebecca, her lips quivering with excitement. “Oh my gosh!”
“The two of you don’t share any lectures,” says Charlotte, “but I suppose, during your lunch hours, you may do with each other as you please. Are you on the pill, Rebecca?”
“No,” says Rebecca, her cheeks reddening. “But I’ll fix that right away.”
“Are you a virgin?” you ask curiously.
“No,” says Rebecca, reddening even more. “But my boyfriend always used a condom.”
“So you’ve never had a vagina full of sperm?” says Charlotte. “Well never mind – you will soon. Now, about that awful outfit. Take off your jumper and jeans. You won’t be needing them any more.”
Rebecca gasps. “Here? Now?” she asks anxiously.
“Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to get naked,” says Charlotte. “But if you want to be our lover, you can’t expect to stay dressed like that, surely?”
“I suppose not,” says Rebecca, biting her lip. She hesitates for a moment, then she pulls her jumper up over her head. As she sets it down on a chair, you admire the way her large breasts strain against her white t-shirt. You can faintly make out the outline of a capacious bra through the thin cotton.
Then Rebecca unfastens and unzips her jeans, and begins tugging them down to reveal a pair of pink panties. She kicks her shoes off, lifts her legs out of her jeans one at a time, and then sets the jeans on top of her jumper. She turns to you and Charlotte, looking excited.
“Hmm, what do you think, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte. “Socks too?”
“Totally,” you agree. “And the bra.”
Rebecca slips off both socks without hesitation, but she looks a little worried as she reaches up the back of her t-shirt to unclasp her bra. “My breasts are a little big to go unsupported, don’t you think?” she says.
You regard her chest as she tugs her bra out of her sleeve. Her breasts are making her t-shirt bulge out slightly lower than before, but the effect is still dramatic and arousing. “Nope, that looks fantastic!” you enthuse.
“Good job Sweetie,” says Charlotte to Rebecca. “That’s your new outfit from now on.”
Rebecca glances nervously at the door of her father’s office. “But ... I need to go in and see my dad!”
Charlotte stares at her. “Professor Daniels is your dad?” she inquires. “Oh my goodness! That’s perfect. Well, if he gives you a hard time about your outfit, just threaten to tell your mum that he had sex with the sluttiest student on campus.”
Rebecca gasps. “You had sex with my dad?”
“Anal sex,” Charlotte clarifies. “But yes. Is that a problem?”
Rebecca looks rather stunned, but eventually she shakes her head. “I’ll get over it,” she says. “All part of my wild new lifestyle, I suppose.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte. She turns to you and says, “You should get to your lab. Shall we all meet up for dinner at your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree. “Rebecca, perhaps you and I could ride there together on the bus? You can meet me outside the Geography building at five o’clock.”
“Sure!” says Rebecca. Then she bites her lip. “Do I really have to go to lectures like this?”
“No, of course not,” says Charlotte. “You can back out of this relationship at any time. But if you want to share our adventures, then this is the price.”
Rebecca nods. “I’ll do it,” she says. “I’m not going to back out.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte.
“It occurs to me,” you remark, “that we’ve entered into this whole new three-way relationship, and the two of you have kissed each other ... but as yet, I haven’t kissed or even touched Rebecca!”
“Oh!” says Rebecca excitedly. “Yes. Can we, um, do that now?”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “This being a somewhat unconventional relationship, I think your first contact should be something more extreme than a standard hug or kiss.”
Rebecca shivers. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.
You smile. “Yes,” you say. “Rebecca, drop your panties and bend over that chair. Our first touch is going to be my cock entering your...
Vagina.”
Anus.”
“I see,” says Charlotte, nodding. Her eyes begin to well up with tears, but she blinks them back and purses her lips. “So it’s over between us. Very well. Perhaps you would indulge me by giving me one final instruction before we part?”
“Sure!” you say. “What kind of instruction?”
“Tell me what I should do now,” replies Charlotte. “Where should I live? What job should I get?”
You look at her, startled. She seems serious, so you think for a moment, then say, “Charlotte, I want you to...
Become Adolf’s sex slave.”
Take that stripping job.”
Become a prostitute.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “But I’m ... I’m not on the pill yet,” she says.
“Then this may be risky,” you tell her. “Are you willing to take that risk?”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s vulva. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work the Vaseline around her labia and vaginal opening.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s vagina. It slides in smoothly, and Rebecca gasps. “Oh God!” she whispers.
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her vagina, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
THE END
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “I’ve never had anal sex before,” she says.
“Good!” you say. “I’m glad I can at least take your anal virginity.”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s exposed anus. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work generous quantities of Vaseline around her anal sphincter.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s anus. Rebecca winces as the tight ring of muscle begins to expand and open up. “Try to relax it,” Charlotte says. “Even strain a little, like you’re beginning to do a poo. Don’t, obviously, go too far with that though!”
Rebecca exhales heavily, and the head of your penis begins to slide in more easily. Once it is through her anus, the rest of your shaft sinks deep into her rectum, until your hips come to rest against her buttocks. Rebecca gasps. “Oh God, this feels so weird!” she whispers. “Nice though...”
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca’s rectum full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her anus, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
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Charlotte smirks. “That should be fun,” she says. “You realise of course that we’ll still get to see each other...”
You nod. “And, possibly, still have sex occasionally.” You turn to Rebecca. “How would you feel about that?”
Rebecca thinks for a moment, then nods. “Surprisingly, I’m okay with that. It’ll help me feel less guilty about breaking you up. And I’m sort of expecting that I’ll be having sex with lots of other men pretty soon, so I suppose it’s only fair...”
Charlotte smiles. “Would you lube up his cock and guide it into my vagina?” she asks.
Rebecca blushes. “Um,” she says, “yes, I believe I’d be happy to do that.”
“Cool!” you say happily. “I’m starting to anticipate all kinds of orgies with the two of you and a bunch of men.”
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte. “But that, of course, will be entirely up to Adolf, my new master.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you both this evening.” She kisses you on the lips. “Bye Sweetie.”
“Bye,” you say as she walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte nods. “That seems appropriate,” she says. “I’ll call Dickie Brewer right away. And where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and sleazy,” you say. “A run-down flat in a crime-ridden neighbourhood.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “You’re hoping I’ll get raped, perhaps?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Is that possible?”
Charlotte smirks. “I suppose not. Anyone can fuck me.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “That’s so wonderfully ... slutty!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you at the club sometime.”
“It’s very possible,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “I’ll give you both a very naughty lap-dance.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte shivers. “Wow,” she says. “Well I’m not sure how best to go about that, exactly, but I can find out ... and I suppose it’s a fitting career for me. So, where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and disgusting,” you say. “A cockroach-infested flat in the city’s worst neighbourhood.”
“Ugh,” says Charlotte, shuddering. “That sounds perfect. I’ll do my best to find such a place.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “You’re so brave, Charlotte!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime in my roach-infested flat. Both of you would be welcome.”
“Thank you – I’m sure we’ll take you up on that,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “And the sex will be free, of course.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “We’ll meet up after lectures, take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex...
In my room.”
In my friend Colin’s room, while Colin and my other friend Adolf watch.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Oh my gosh!” she says. “Dad’ll freak! He’ll expel you for sure!”
“Hmm,” you say, thinking quickly. “Not if we play it right...” You describe your plan to her in detail, as she giggles and nods excitedly. Then, having added each other as phone contacts, you arrange to meet up after this afternoon’s lectures, and discuss plans for this evening.
Taking a deep breath, Rebecca heads into her father’s office. You wait for another two minutes, then you knock on the door. You hear some words exchanged inside, and then the professor’s voice calling, “Come in!”
You enter, saying, “Professor Daniels, I just wanted to thank you so much for letting me stay – I promise I’ll be ... oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you had company.”
“Oh my gosh, it’s you!” exclaims Rebecca, jumping out of a chair in excitement.
“You know this lad?” inquires the professor, frowning.
“Of course I do!” says Rebecca. “Well, by reputation anyway. He and his girlfriend Charlotte are total legends! The wildest couple on campus!”
“That’s not a good thing!” says her father sternly.
“Yes, well, actually Charlotte’s no longer my girlfriend,” you say with a sigh. “We just broke up.”
“You did?” says Rebecca, her eyes widening.
“Yes,” you say. “And the professor’s right. Charlotte and I got way too crazy – we were out of control. I need to be with someone normal, serious and conventional.”
“Someone like me?” says Rebecca brightly.
“What?” you and the professor say together.
“Sorry, but I’m a huge fan of yours, and I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you walked in,” says Rebecca, walking over to you. She throws her arms around your neck and plants her lips on yours.
“Rebecca!” exclaims the professor, shocked. “Stop that at once!”
The kiss is lovely; Rebecca’s lips are soft, warm, and moist, and as her tongue presses between your lips, you open your mouth and close your eyes. Her tongue swirls around yours, and you can feel her huge breasts squishing up against your chest.
“Rebecca, stop this at once!” cries the professor, outraged.
You pull back from the kiss, affecting a shocked expression. “God, wow ... sorry ... I think I should leave immediately,” you say.
“Please do!” thunders the professor. As you hurry out of the room and close the door, you hear him say, “Young lady, you’ve got some explaining to do!”
You chuckle to yourself. Rebecca should be safe enough from expulsion, if not from a stern paternal lecture. And this evening, after you and she have eaten dinner at your halls of residence, you plan to fuck her both vaginally and anally ... and then introduce her to Colin and Adolf, in as skimpy an outfit as you can persuade her to wear. She is aware of this plan, and is excited by it. She has even agreed that, if Adolf tries to take off her panties, she will let him.
You sigh happily. Today is the beginning of a whole new adventure...
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where she shyly undresses for you. Her naked body is surprisingly gorgeous – not slim like Charlotte’s, but curvaceous and beautifully proportioned, and her breasts, though enormous, hold up very well without a bra.
She bends over your bed and spreads her feet apart. You pull down your trousers and boxers, then you open up your jar of Vaseline and slather a ton of it on to your erect penis. Positioning yourself behind Rebecca, you press the tip of your cock against her anus. After some initial resistance, it slides in with relative ease, and soon you are buried in her rectum.
“God ... that feels good!” gasps Rebecca.
You begin to fuck her, and she utters little moans of pleasure as you rhythmically thrust your erection in and out. The sensation is intense, and it does not take you long to reach orgasm. You groan as you climax inside her, pumping your semen into her bowels.
Then you climb into bed together, share a tender first kiss, and cuddle for a while.
“We only just met, but I already feel so comfortable with you,” you tell Rebecca. “I feel like there’s no awkwardness at all. It certainly wasn’t like this with Charlotte at first.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “I feel the same way,” she says. “I think this was meant to be.”
You smile. “Want to come and meet my friends?”
“Adolf and Colin?” she asks. She shivers nervously. “Absolutely.”
“Would you be willing to go and meet them wearing only a t-shirt and panties?” you inquire.
Rebecca hesitates only for a moment. “Yes,” she says. “Do you think Adolf will feel me up, though?”
“He might try,” you acknowledge. “If he does, do you want me to stop him?”
Rebecca shivers. “No, that’s okay,” she says. “And I won’t stop him, either. And if he tries to take off my t-shirt and panties, I’ll let him do that too.”
You kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m so glad we found each other – I think this could be the beginning of an amazing relationship.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “Me too.”
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where you fetch your Vaseline while she glances around at the posters on your walls. Then, to your surprise, Rebecca says, “I think I’m a little overdressed to meet your friends.”
“True,” you agree, “and I love that you think so. But you’ll be stripping naked in front of them, so does it matter?”
“I think so,” says Rebecca. “First impressions matter. Colin and Adolf are used to seeing you with Charlotte. I don’t want their first impression of me to be ‘What a frump!’“
“Fair enough,” you say. “Well, feel free to discard as much of your clothing as you like.”
Rebecca smiles shyly as she kicks off her shoes, then unzips her jeans and begins to pull them down. Her panties are pink and made of cotton. She removes her socks as well as her jeans, and then she hoists her jumper and t-shirt up over her head together.
Standing in front of you in just her bra and panties, she bites her lip anxiously. “What do you think?” she asks.
“Beautiful!” you say, and you mean it. She is not slim like Charlotte, but her generous curves are very nicely proportioned, and her waist is surprisingly slender. Also, her breasts are huge. “What cup size is that bra, anyway?” you inquire in great curiosity.
“G,” says Rebecca, looking a little embarrassed. “Do you like them? I realise I’m quite a different shape from Charlotte.”
“Your breasts are amazing!” you assure her. “Wow. I love your body!”
She smiles with relief. “Thank you,” she says. “They hold up pretty well too, you know, without a bra.”
“I’ll need a demonstration of that,” you tell her.
She laughs. “All right,” she says. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and takes it off her shoulders. As she pulls the cups away from her breasts, she says, “Ta-daa!”
“Wow, you were right!” you say appreciatively. “Fantastic! Now come on – I can’t wait to show you off to Adolf and Colin!” She begins to put her bra back on, but you shake your head. “Leave the bra here – you look amazing in just your panties.”
Rebecca reluctantly drops the bra, and follows you out of your room. You knock on Colin’s door, walk in, and say, “Hi chaps.”
As Rebecca nervously walks into the room, Adolf and Colin stare at her. “Whoa!” says Adolf. “Look at the tits on that!”
“Who’s this?” Colin asks you, looking puzzled. “Where’s Charlotte?”
“Charlotte got expelled, and we’re no longer together,” you say. “This is my new girlfriend, Rebecca.”
“Hi,” says Rebecca shyly.
“How the fuck do you manage it, dude?” inquires Adolf. “You’re like a sex god or something.”
“Rebecca and I haven’t had sex yet,” you say. “We thought the two of you might like to watch our first time.”
“Totally!” says Adolf, grinning eagerly. He gets up and walks over to Rebecca, whose eyes widen at his approach. Then she gasps as he grabs her breasts with his hands – something you have not even done yourself yet. “Nice!” he says. Then he reaches down and slips his hand down inside the front of her panties, making her squeal.
“Adolf,” you say in amusement, “I can’t believe you’re fingering my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her.”
Adolf detaches his lips from Rebecca’s right nipple long enough to say, “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man?” He starts pulling Rebecca’s panties down with his left hand, while thrusting two fingers of his right hand in and out of her vagina.
“Adolf, you’re incorrigible!” you chuckle.
“Here, love, lie down on Colin’s bed, there’s a good girl,” says Adolf.
Rebecca gives you a rather anxious, questioning look, but you nod reassuringly, so she steps out of her panties, walks over to the bed, and lies down on her back.
Adolf takes hold of her ankles and lifts them up. “Bend your knees,” he says. When she does so, he pushes her knees up against her breasts, and outwards, spreading her thighs wide apart. “You don’t mind if I warm her up for you, do you mate?” he asks, before planting his face in Rebecca’s pussy and sticking his tongue into her vagina. Rebecca arches her back and moans softly.
You sit down and watch Adolf with a mixture of indignation and arousal. You are prepared to intervene if Adolf’s attentions become too much for Rebecca, but it looks like she is starting to enjoy herself, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.
Once he sees that Rebecca is getting aroused, Adolf kneels up, unzips his jeans, and pulls them down to his knees along with his boxer shorts.
“Hey!” you say as he dredges up and splits into his hand a large quantity of phlegmy saliva, which he rubs all over his erection. “You can’t fuck her before I do!”
“Fine,” says Adolf, rolling his eyes. “I’ll just rub my cock against her pussy for a bit.” He pushes the head of his penis between her labia and begins to rub it up and down, from her clitoris to the opening of her vagina. Rebecca watches this in wide-eyed fascination. Then Adolf pauses, with the head of his cock resting against her vaginal opening. With his eyes gleaming, he starts to push it inside.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“Sorry,” says Adolf, with a mischievous grin, and he slides his penis all the way inside Rebecca.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Oh no!” cries Rebecca. “I’m not on the pill yet, you know!”
“Really? Awesome!” says Adolf, as he lies down on top of her and starts fucking her rapidly. “I’m going to get you pregnant ... um, what’s your name again?”
“Rebecca!” says Rebecca breathlessly. “Can you at least pull out before you come inside me please?”
“Too late!” groans Adolf, shuddering as he presses his penis as deep inside her as possible. “Ohhh ... there it goes ... swim, my little sperms!”
“All right, you horrid little man,” you say, getting to your feet. “Out of the way, please. Time for me to take Rebecca’s anal virginity.”
“Okay but just a minute,” says Adolf. He plants his lips against Rebecca’s, sticking his tongue into her mouth as he massages her breasts with his hands and resumes thrusting gently inside her. You are not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed that Rebecca is responding to the kiss with some enthusiasm.
You grab Adolf’s shoulder and pull him off Rebecca; his penis pops out of her vagina, which starts to leak his semen. Rebecca turns over and gets on to her hands and knees, and you get into position behind her, unzipping and pulling down your jeans. Lubricating her anus and your penis with Vaseline, you press the head of your cock against her tight orifice, and begin to push it slowly inside. Soon you are buried up to the hilt in her rectum. You start to thrust inside her as she moans with pleasure.
Five minutes later, you climax inside her, your vision clouding as you pump your semen into her bowels. “Oh God!” you gasp.
“She’s a great fuck, isn’t she mate?” says Adolf cheerfully.
You sigh happily as you lay your head down on Rebecca’s shoulders and reach beneath her to squeeze her ample breasts. “That she is, Adolf,” you murmur. “That she is.”
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “We’ll meet up after lectures, take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex in my room.”
“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
As you walk with Rebecca towards Juniper Hall after your meal, you hear a very familiar voice hailing you.
“Hello, you two!” says Charlotte, trotting up the path behind you. “I’m just on my way up to see Adolf.” She is completely naked, and carrying her bag.
“Cool!” you say. “Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when you tell him you’re now his sex slave!”
Charlotte shrugs. “So come with me. You can introduce them to Rebecca.”
You chuckle. “Sounds like fun,” you say, “but Rebecca and I are about to initiate our relationship with some nice anal sex.”
“You can’t do that in Colin’s room?” inquires Charlotte. “You know how much fun it is to have an audience.”
“True,” you admit. “It would be a wonderfully kinky way to begin our relationship. What do you think, Rebecca?”
Rebecca shivers. “I’m not sure,” she says. “Is Adolf likely to try and grope me?”
Charlotte laughs. “You should be safe enough in that outfit,” she says. “I suspect his focus will be mainly on me.”
You enter Juniper Hall and head for the lift. “I suppose I must look like a frightful frump to you two,” says Rebecca. “I don’t want to be, though – it’s just that I’ve been very self-conscious about my breasts ever since they started getting bigger than those of any other of the other girls in my class. And my last boyfriend was no help – he used to tease me about them all the time.”
“Well then,” you say, “let’s stop in my room for a few minutes and see if we can figure out a better outfit for you.”
“I’ll be happy to help,” says Charlotte.
Once in your room, Rebecca looks around at your posters. “You like volcanoes,” she observes.
“Yup,” you say.
“Remember when we used to talk about geology?” says Charlotte, sounding almost wistful.
You nod, smiling. “Seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it?”
Rebecca has just kicked off her shoes and is now unzipping her jeans. As you watch with wide eyes, she pulls them down and steps out of them. Her panties are pink and made of cotton.
“Nice!” you approve.
Next she takes off her jumper, beneath which she is wearing a white t-shirt. It is quite tight around the chest, thanks to her large breasts, and you can faintly make out the outline of a bra beneath.
“T-shirt and panties – not a bad outfit,” says Charlotte. “You’ll have to lose the bra of course – and the socks.”
“I think I can manage that,” says Rebecca. She reaches up inside the back of her t-shirt, unclasps her bra, pulls the strap out of one sleeve and extracts her arm, and finally pulls the bra out of her other sleeve. Then she takes off both socks.
“Better,” says Charlotte. “But oh! I have something that might be better still...” She opens up her bag and pulls out a lacy top. “This was part of this morning’s ‘get past Mum and Dad’ outfit,” she says. “I have a feeling you’ll look pretty spectacular in it. Try it on instead of your t-shirt.”
“I’m not sure it’ll fit,” says Rebecca with a nervous little laugh.
“It’s stretchy,” says Charlotte. “Indulge me?”
Rebecca bites her lip, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Those are some impressive breasts,” says Charlotte, raising an eyebrow. “I’d have expected them to be more ... saggy.”
Rebecca smiles shyly. “I am actually quite proud of how well they hold up without a bra.”
“You should be!” you say, staring in awe. Her breasts are amazing – huge, but with pretty, perfectly round, modest-sized areolas. Her nipples are standing to attention and seem to be calling to your lips.
“Perhaps you should just go into Colin’s room like that,” says Charlotte with a smirk. Then she adds, a little ruefully, “He and Adolf probably won’t even notice me.”
Rebecca laughs. “Thank you,” she says, taking the top from Charlotte, “but I doubt that very much! You’re way prettier than I am, Charlotte, and your body’s a work of art.”
Charlotte grins. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says.
Rebecca manages to get Charlotte’s top on; it stretches a lot and becomes more see-through as she tugs it down over her breasts.
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “It’s kind of squishing you. I think you look better without the top, to be honest.”
“Me too,” you agree.
“You want me to go in there topless?” asks Rebecca nervously.
“Excellent idea!” you say.
Rebecca chuckles as she takes off the top. “Well gosh,” she says, tossing it aside and then tucking her thumbs into the sides of her panties. “Maybe I should just be naked like Charlotte.” She pulls her panties down, and steps out of them.
“Awesome!” you say in delight, staring at her pussy.
Rebecca giggles. “Now let’s hurry up and go, before I change my mind.”
“My goodness, Rebecca,” says Charlotte, putting her arm around Rebecca’s shoulders. “You’re very brave – it took me months to get to the point of wandering around naked!”
You leave your room and head to Colin’s, where you knock on the door and then enter. “Hi chaps,” you say.
As Charlotte and Rebecca enter the room, Adolf and Colin stare in astonishment. “You have TWO naked girlfriends now?” exclaims Colin in disbelief. “How do you do it, mate?”
“Just one, actually,” you say. “And that’s Rebecca here. Rebecca, meet Colin, and Adolf.”
“Hello,” says Rebecca shyly.
Adolf looks puzzled. “Charlotte isn’t your girlfriend anymore?” he inquires.
“We broke up,” says Charlotte, setting her bag down on the floor, “after I got expelled this morning. So now I’m your girlfriend, Adolf – or, to be more accurate, your sex slave.”
Adolf’s jaw drops. “For real?” he says.
Charlotte nods. “I’m yours, now, to do with as you please.”
“Holy shit!” says Adolf. He thinks quickly. “Okay, here’s your first instruction: go and fetch Gavin and Vinny, and anyone else who’s with them. There’s going to be a party in here!”
“Sure,” says Charlotte, and she walks out of the room.
Rebecca is looking a little scared. “Don’t worry,” you say to her gently. “If things get too intense for you, just say my name loudly and I’ll get you out of here immediately.”
Rebecca nods, and smiles. “So, are we going to have anal sex now?”
“Yes!” you say. “Absolutely. Oh, but I forgot the lube. Wait right here – I’ll fetch it from my room.”
“No need,” says Adolf, opening up Charlotte’s bag. He pulls out her little jar of Vaseline and opens it. Then he grins. “Lie down on the bed, Rebecca, and I’ll lube you up for your boyfriend.”
You chuckle. “Adolf, you’re incorrigible. I’ll do the lubing, thanks – I don’t want you molesting my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her!”
Adolf stares at you. “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man? Have you seen those sweet lips?”
“We thought it would be cool if we started off our physical relationship with anal sex,” you say.
“Aha!” says Adolf. “Then you shouldn’t touch her with your hands before you stick your cock up her arse, right? Which means you’ll need someone else to lube her up – i.e. me.”
“Flawless logic,” you remark grudgingly, “except she’s quite capable of applying the Vaseline herself.”
“Not if I hold on to this jar, she can’t,” says Adolf.
“Then I’ll fetch my own,” you say.
“Spoil-sport,” says Adolf, pouting. “Can’t I please lube her up for you?”
You laugh. “Well, I don’t know – Rebecca, would you mind if Adolf applies the lube?”
Rebecca blushes. “I think I can handle that,” she says. She gets on to the bed on her hands and knees.
“Excellent,” says Adolf, hurriedly taking off his shoes, jeans and boxer shorts. He climbs on to the bed behind Rebecca, clutching his erection in one hand and the Vaseline in the other.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” you ask. “You don’t need your cock out for this!”
“Just getting ready for the party,” says Adolf, grinning. He scoops out a large glob of Vaseline and presses it between Rebecca’s buttocks. Then he begins to rub it slowly up and down, coating her anus and the surrounding area, then working his way down over her vaginal opening to her labia and clitoris. Rebecca moans softly and arches her back a little in response.
Seeing that she is starting to enjoy herself, you take a seat and watch Adolf’s ministrations in amusement. He is certainly being thorough, and Rebecca seems to be appreciating it. When he slips two fingers into Rebecca’s vagina, she gasps, but does not object, and even sinks down on to her elbows, giving him easier access.
Then, without warning, Adolf presses the tip of his erection against Rebecca’s vaginal opening, and slides it all the way in. Rebecca gasps, and you leap to your feet. “Adolf!” you exclaim.
“I know, I know,” says Adolf. “And I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist!” He begins fucking Rebecca in earnest.
“I’m not on the pill!” says Rebecca urgently.
“Ooh, that makes it even more exciting!” says Adolf, fucking her even harder. Rebecca starts moaning in time to his thrusts, and you sit back down with a sigh of resignation.
Then, abruptly, Adolf pulls out. “Turn over,” he says to Rebecca. “I want to do you missionary-style.”
Rebecca looks over at you with a slightly worried expression, but you smile at her and gesture that you are okay with what is happening. Reassured, she rolls on to her back, and shivers as Adolf enters her again. As he fucks her, he kisses her on the lips; she reluctantly responds, and the two of them swap saliva for a minute or so. Then Adolf groans, arching his back and pressing his penis as deep as possible inside her while undoubtedly spewing gobs of semen up against her cervix.
“Can I have a go?” asks Colin, as Adolf collapses, panting, on top of Rebecca. You cannot help noticing that Colin is not addressing this question to Rebecca, or even to yourself, but to Adolf.
“Sure thing mate!” says Adolf, climbing off Rebecca.
“Good grief, chaps,” you say, “don’t forget she’s MY girlfriend!”
“Well yeah, but you let us fuck Charlotte whenever we wanted,” says Colin.
“True, but I had already fucked her myself, many times,” you point out. “I haven’t even kissed Rebecca yet!”
“Um ... so can I or can’t I?” inquires Colin, his thumbs in the sides of his shorts.
You chuckle, and shrug. “Fine by me,” you say, “as long as Rebecca wants you to. If she asks you to fuck her, then go ahead. Otherwise, nope.”
Colin turns to Rebecca, who is currently lying naked on his bed with her legs spread wide apart. She thinks for a few moments, then she bites her lip, and says bravely, “Fuck me, Colin.”
Colin gleefully pulls down his shorts and underpants together, then he climbs on top of Rebecca and sinks his chubby penis into her vagina.
While he is thrusting inside her, the door opens and in walks Charlotte with Gavin, Vinny, and several other lads. “Looks like the party’s started already!” exclaims Vinny, staring at Colin and Rebecca. “Rock and roll!”
“Uh-oh,” you murmur, thinking to yourself that it might now be a while before you get your anal fuck with Rebecca.
To her credit, though, no matter how many penises are thrust into her vagina and anus over the course of the next two hours, Rebecca never once calls out your name for rescue. Perhaps this is because she is watching Charlotte, who is perfectly comfortable and happy being repeatedly double- and even triple-teamed.
By the time the party winds down, Rebecca’s vagina and rectum are both awash in so much semen that you decide against taking a turn yourself. You lead her to your room and put her to bed; like Charlotte, she lives with her parents, but they are far less strict and she has no curfew.
The next morning she showers and cleans herself out, and then, back in your room, you finally fuck her anus. Afterwards you enjoy your first kiss with her, before taking her down to breakfast, for which she wears nothing but a pair of panties. She seems to be revelling in her new-found sexuality, and you are very happy that she is your new girlfriend.
THE END
Return to last save point.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte finally enters the room, after everyone else, she furtively ducks into your row and sits down next to you, grinning mischievously. You are delighted and amazed to see that she is wearing nothing at all except for one of her skimpy, sheer white thongs. She smiles at you and says, “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Love the outfit.”
“Glad you approve,” she replies, with a little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – this will probably be my last day!”
“You’re still going to try to get away with it, though?” you inquire.
Charlotte nods. “If there’s any chance at all, then yes. I’ll do my best.” She rests her forearm on the bench in front of her, and slouches low so that her breasts are hidden from the professor’s view. “Hopefully he’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top,” she mutters.
The strategy seems to work, for the professor, despite giving her a curious glance, does not investigate further before launching into the lecture.
A few minutes later, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her naked breast.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it and playing with her nipple. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand further over, to play with her other breast.
Charlotte does not seem to mind this at all. She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte stares at you. “That’s quite a gamble!” she says. “Unless you’ve decided that now’s the time for me to get kicked out…”
“Perhaps the professor will be cool about it,” you say hopefully.
“I suppose we’ll find out shortly,” says Charlotte. She sits up straight, fully exposing her breasts to the professor and any students in front of you who happen to look behind them.
It does not take long for the professor to notice. He pauses mid-sentence, staring at Charlotte in astonishment, then he grins and resumes talking as if nothing untoward had occurred.
“Told you he’d be cool,” you whisper, and Charlotte giggles quietly.
So as not to tempt fate, Charlotte goes back to slouching low for the third lecture of the morning. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte grins. “Why not?” she murmurs. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while completely naked.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “Me too,” she murmurs. Then, a moment later, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her little jar of Vaseline. “Here, take this,” she says. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she eases herself off her seat and gets down onto her hands and knees.
You eagerly take up a kneeling position behind her, and you pull her thong down to her knees. Taking out your erection and lubricating it with the Vaseline, you plunge it deep into Charlotte’s warm vagina. She moans softly as you begin to thrust in and out of her.
The professor glances up towards the back of the room, but you preempt him by turning your upper body towards the front and feigning a look of mild interest. Then, when he turns away again, you turn back towards Charlotte and resume vigorously fucking her.
After a couple of minutes, you lube up Charlotte’s anal sphincter, then you take your penis out of her vagina and plunge it deep into her rectum. You fuck her anus powerfully for a few minutes, pausing occasionally to turn and feign interest when the professor glances up at you. Then, with your orgasm approaching, you pull out and slide your erection back into Charlotte’s vagina.
You pace yourself, timing your climax to coincide with Charlotte’s. She shudders as she hits her orgasm, but fortunately manages to keep relatively quiet. Even so, a few curious glances are directed your way by students in front of you. You angle your torso toward the front and pretend nothing is amiss, while your penis finishes spurting semen up against Charlotte’s cervix.
A few moments later you pull out of Charlotte, tug her thong up into place, and help her back into her seat. Her cheeks are very flushed and she is smiling happily. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was lovely!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte nods. “Of course, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte nods. “Sure,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shrugs. “Not great,” she admits. “Dad and I keep getting into religious arguments, and he doesn’t like how ‘racy’ my clothes have been getting. Last night he totally freaked out at me for answering the door in just a bra and panties.”
“Wow,” you say. “I’m sorry.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and soon you have stripped off her thong.
Naked, Charlotte smiles at you. “Someone could come along at any moment,” she murmurs.
“I know,” you say, “and that’s why...
We should have sex immediately.”
I want you to go upstairs and flaunt your nudity at someone.”
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte seems happy to lie down with you and make out. To your delight, she does not raise any objection when you suck on her nipples, nor when you slide your hand into the front of her thong and stroke her pussy with your fingers.
After a few minutes, you begin tugging her thong down, and she lifts her bottom off the grass a little to make it easier for you. Pulling the flimsy garment over her feet, you toss it aside and then pull Charlotte’s knees apart.
“What now?” she asks, rather wide-eyed.
You grin and say, “Now...
I’m going to fuck you, right here in front of everyone.”
I want you to show off your vagina to everyone who walks by.”
Charlotte shivers. “Risky!” she whispers back. “But fun. I’ll do it, of course.”
She tugs her thong down, and kicks it off her feet. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she gets up and walks, naked, along the row of seats towards the aisle.
When she reaches the aisle, however, the professor unexpectedly turns around. “Good heavens!” exclaims the professor. “Charlotte, this time you have gone too far! I knew you weren’t wearing much, but this ... this is the last straw! Please go and see the Principal immediately! I shall be texting him, so I’ll know if you fail to report to him.”
Aghast, you jump to your feet and say, “Come on, Professor, it was just a harmless prank!”
“And one which you, no doubt, put her up to!” responds the professor sharply. “Tell you what, you can both go and see Professor Daniels!”
“Crap,” you mutter. You pick up your bag and Charlotte’s, and follow her out of the lecture theatre and into the lobby. “Well that’s that, then.”
“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” says Charlotte. “Come on.”
She retrieves her thong from her bag and puts it back on, and then you walk hand in hand with her out of the building and across the campus to the university’s administrative offices. There, you find the Principal’s office, and knock.
“Come in!”
You and Charlotte enter, and stand together in front of the professor’s desk like naughty schoolchildren.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Charlotte up and down. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Charlotte, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“I’m an exhibitionist,” says Charlotte unabashedly.
“Hmm, yes, that much is clear,” says the professor. “And this young man has been encouraging your adventures, I gather. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to expel you both. I’m sure this comes as no surprise to either of you.”
“It doesn’t, and I understand,” says Charlotte. “However, I am the only exhibitionist here. If you expel me, there is no need to expel my boyfriend. He won’t get into any trouble without me, whereas the converse would not be true.”
The professor raises his eyebrows, and turns to you. “Would you agree with that?” he asks.
“Yes, I’d say that’s probably true,” you say. “I have no desire to flash my own bits around campus.”
The professor shakes his head. “Sorry, but you’ve broken numerous rules in any case...”
“Professor, may I speak to you privately?” Charlotte interrupts him.
The professor looks wary, but nods. “All right,” he says.
You look at Charlotte, and she smiles. “Just wait outside, Sweetie,” she says. “I’ll fix this.”
“Okay, if you say so,” you reply.
You leave the professor’s office, closing the door behind you, and take a seat in the waiting room outside. A mousy-looking, dark-haired girl in her late teens is sitting there, watching you curiously. She is dressed rather frumpily, but her baggy jumper cannot hide the fact that she has impressively large breasts.
“Hi there,” you say.
“Hi,” she responds shyly.
You sit down and take out your phone. A couple of minutes later, the girl says, “So, you and Charlotte finally got into trouble?”
“You know about us?” you inquire in surprise.
She nods. “Well, you two are kind of famous around campus,” she says. “There’s even a popular YouTube channel devoted to videos of the two of you.” Then, with her cheeks reddening, she adds, “Apparently.”
“There is?” you say, wide-eyed. “Wow. Well, it’s been a lot of fun, but it seems like it’s all over. That old fogey in there...”
“...Is my dad,” says the girl.
“That super-nice gentleman in there,” you continue, “has expelled us. Charlotte’s making a case for me to stay, but she’s definitely out.”
“Oh!” says the girl. Her expression turns thoughtful. “I ... I’m Rebecca, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” you reply.
Rebecca’s expression turns wistful. “Charlotte’s incredibly brave, isn’t she? So confident and uninhibited. I wish I could be a little more like her...”
You chuckle, and say,
“Stick to your studies, Rebecca.”
“Sounds like you just need an encouraging boyfriend.”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right Sweetie,” she says, “but this time, I’m driving. Lie down on your back.”
You wait until the professor is not looking, then you hoist your legs up and lie down across the seats as Charlotte scoots forwards to make room. She takes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag, unzips you and frees your penis, then she thoroughly lubes you up until your erection is both rock-hard and slippery.
Then, pulling her thong down, Charlotte shuffles over until she is squatting in front of your loins. She reaches between her legs to grab your cock, then, slowly lowering herself down, she guides it into her vagina.
Having impaled herself on you, she calmly resumes taking notes. You cannot see the professor from where you are lying, but you guess that he might be currently facing the students. When, a minute later, Charlotte starts to bounce up and down on you, you surmise that the Professor has turned back to his board.
It is a slow, frustrating, but ultimately rewarding fuck. Charlotte climaxes first, but she keeps bouncing until you groan and shoot your semen up into the recesses of her vagina.
Charlotte dismounts a minute later, and you tuck yourself away and sit up. You watch as Charlotte pulls up her thong, then you grin at her as she turns and winks at you.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and they stare at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina. Then Neil says, “Can I have a go?”
“Sure,” you reply, pulling your fingers out of your girlfriend. Neil inserts two of his own fingers into Charlotte’s moist dark orifice, and Charlotte moans softly as he begins to slide them rhythmically in and out.
“Me next!” says Roddy eagerly, after a couple of minutes of watching Neil bringing Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm.
“All right,” chuckles Neil. He removes his fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, then slides one of them into her anus, making her gasp. Then Roddy pushes the index and middle fingers of his right hand into her vagina, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her.
It is not long before Charlotte reaches her orgasm, moaning into her crooked elbow. Pulling their fingers out of her, Neil and Roddy high-five each other and return to their workstation, while Charlotte, panting, bends down to pull up her thong.
“Did you enjoy that?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh my God, yes!” says Charlotte, sighing happily. “Thank you.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she reaches over to her bag to retrieve her little jar of Vaseline. “Here!” she whispers. “This’ll help.”
You grin and quickly lubricate your erection, before sinking it deep into Charlotte’s vagina. You glance over at Neil and Roddy as you begin thrusting inside her; they are staring at you with a mixture of awe and astonishment.
Knowing Owen is constantly on the prowl, you fuck Charlotte hard and fast, trying to get to your climax as quickly as possible. Fortunately you manage to reach orgasm before he appears, and you groan with pleasure as you grasp Charlotte’s hips and press your loins hard against her bottom, spurting your semen deep inside her.
Seeing the top of Owen’s head looming close, you hurriedly withdraw from Charlotte’s vagina and tuck your penis away. Charlotte tugs her thong up, then she turns around and gives you a deep kiss as Neil and Roddy applaud quietly a few feet away.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy and breasts.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning, he reaches up and grasps her left breast with his left hand, while his right hand reaches down to cup her pussy. Charlotte smiles, and you say…
“Charlotte, why don’t you get on your knees and give Neil a nice blow-job?”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Charlotte, be a good girl and bend over so Neil can fuck you.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus – much to the driver’s delight – that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of male attention. As you are queuing for your food, many opportunistic male hands grope Charlotte’s breasts and buttocks, and she does absolutely nothing to discourage them.
When the two of you sit down at a table, Charlotte says, with a little giggle, “Ooh, I do love getting groped!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte grins, and fishes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag. She hands it to you, then she lies down on the carpet and spreads her legs for you. You unzip your jeans, take out your erection, and lube it up thoroughly. Then you lie down on top of Charlotte, and, with a sigh of contentment, slide your hard penis deep inside her.
Despite her earlier concern about someone passing by, Charlotte purrs with pleasure as she wraps her legs around you, and seems quite happy for you to take it slowly, allowing her arousal to build at the same rate as your own. Ten minutes later, you climax together while muffling the sounds of your ecstatic moans in each other’s shoulder. After cuddling together for a few precious moments, you climb off Charlotte so that she can get dressed.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte gulps, but she looks excited. “Okay!” she says.
In the middle of this floor of the library are several tables, some of which are occupied by studying students. Professor Higgins, who usually spends her lunches in the library, is reading a newspaper in an armchair in the corner. There is no way for you and Charlotte to get to the lift without being seen by any number of these people.
The stairs, however, can be reached a little more safely, by skirting around the backs of the rows of bookshelves in the physical sciences and biological sciences sections. Only the very foot of the stairs is visible from the tables in the middle of the room. You and Charlotte manage to reach the stairs without being seen, and you hurry up them to the next floor.
It is much less busy up here. The only people you see are four geeky-looking lads playing a board game at a table in the far corner.
“It’s Wally and his mates,” you say. “They’ll be more than happy to see you. Come on.” As you approach the young men, you grin. “Hi chaps!”
Four jaws drop in unison. “Whoa!” says Wally, staring at Charlotte.
“Hi,” says Justin, by far the most laid-back of the four.
You chuckle, and say,
“Mind if we join your game?”
“Who wants to fuck my girlfriend?”
“Okay!” says Charlotte excitedly.
You fish out from her bag her little jar of Vaseline, which you use to lubricate her pussy and vagina, gleefully and liberally. Then, taking your erect penis out of your jeans, you lie down on top of Charlotte and ease yourself slowly inside her.
“God, we’re completely insane for doing this!” gasps Charlotte as she wraps her legs around your back.
You begin fucking her, but it is not long before a small crowd of spectators gathers around you on the grass. “Have you two lost your minds?” demands one young woman. “You’re going to get yourselves kicked out of university!”
“It’s ... a risk!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “But trust me ... the thrill ... is amazing!”
Fortunately your audience shields you from the view of a couple of faculty members who walk by during the next few minutes. With some careful pacing, you manage to time your orgasm to coincide with Charlotte’s own, and she shudders beneath you as you pump your semen into her vagina.
The crowd around you begins to disperse, but a couple of the lads stay behind to take photos with their phones as you roll off Charlotte, fully revealing her nudity and the semen leaking out of her vagina. “Ooh, maybe I’ll post these on the internet!” one of them teases Charlotte.
“Do what you like with them,” pants Charlotte, her eyes half-closed. “It was worth it.”
Once the last of the audience has departed, Charlotte finally puts her thong back on. “Well that was fun,” she says with a happy sigh. “It’s only a matter of time, though, before we get into serious trouble.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Charlotte with a shy smile. She spreads her legs wide, then reaches down to her pussy with her hands and pulls her labia apart, exposing every detail of her genitalia. Two women pass by, gasp in horror, and hurry on their way with averted eyes.
It is not long, however, before a small cluster of young men has gathered in front of Charlotte, staring in delight at her pussy. Growing bolder, they approach and then sit down around her. “I’ve heard you like being fingered, Charlotte,” says one of them, as he inserts his middle finger into her vagina.
“You heard right; I love it,” says Charlotte.
“And you don’t mind this?” another lad asks you incredulously.
“Not at all,” you reply. “Have fun with her.”
From that point, things escalate quickly. Male hands, fingers and tongues explore every part of Charlotte’s body. The lads take turns French-kissing her, and it is not long before the first penis is pulled out. Charlotte moans happily as it slides into her vagina, and she wraps her legs around the young man’s back, while sucking eagerly on another lad’s tongue.
More penises are brought out, and Charlotte soon has one of them in her mouth. Then, once the first man has spurted his load inside her and pulled out, another man takes his place. He thrusts his erection deep inside her, then he turns her on to her side, and one of the other lads carefully works his cock into her anus.
Over the next few minutes, more and more young men join the crowd, and most of them seem to want to fuck Charlotte. Whenever one penis climaxes in her mouth, another is ready to take its place a moment later. The same goes for her vagina and anus. Watching her face and body, you note that she is having multiple orgasms. You also note that a couple of lads are filming the gangbang with their phones.
As two o’clock approaches, you say, “Okay chaps, that’s enough. No new penetrations. The lads inside Charlotte can finish off, but then that’s it.”
One by one, the three young men currently inside Charlotte groan and shoot their semen into her body. Then the crowd disperses as you help Charlotte to her feet. Semen pours down her thighs. “God, that was amazing!” she pants. “I just adore being gangbanged! And I adore you, for letting me have this experience.” She throws her arms around you and kisses you.
“Come on,” you say. “Or we’ll be late for lab.”
Charlotte pulls on her thong, and the two of you return to the Geography building, where Charlotte takes a couple of minutes to clean herself up in the ladies’. Then you and she head up to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Without hesitation, Charlotte drops to her knees and unzips Neil’s jeans. Reaching inside, she retrieves his erect penis and begins sucking on it, bobbing her rhythmically while you and Roddy watch, spellbound. Neil closes his eyes and utters little grunts of pleasure.
Five minutes later, he gasps and stiffens, then he clutches the back of Charlotte’s head and jerks his loins, clearly in the throes of orgasm. Charlotte swallows, and swallows again, and then she continues to suck on Neil’s softening penis for over a minute afterwards.
“Wow!” says Neil, finally pulling his penis out of Charlotte’s mouth and tucking it away. “That was brilliant. Thanks Charlotte!”
“You’re welcome,” says Charlotte, pulling up her thong as she gets to her feet.
Neil and Roddy return to their places, and all of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Then he stops and says, “Bend over, Charlotte – I’m going to fuck you.”
With a little squeal of excitement, Charlotte immediately turns around and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet well apart and arching her back. Neil grins as he takes his erect penis out of his jeans. Lubricating it with his saliva, he positions it at the opening of her vagina, and then slowly sinks it in. When it is completely buried, he begins to thrust it rhythmically in and out of her.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer, looking for signs of trouble. But nobody else seems to have noticed anything, and Owen is busy helping someone on the other side of the lab with their assignment.
Neil is by now fucking Charlotte so vigorously that she is biting her own shoulder in an attempt to stop herself from moaning too loudly. Neil’s stamina is impressive; he maintains this breathtaking pace for more than five minutes, then actually speeds up as he approaches his orgasm.
Charlotte squeals and shudders as she comes to her own climax first. Then Neil, groaning in ecstasy, unloads his semen deep inside Charlotte’s vagina. Panting, he pulls out of her and tucks his penis away, then he returns to his workstation with Roddy, while a rather breathless Charlotte pulls her thong back up.
“God, he’s good!” she gasps.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Wally. He and Alan shuffle apart on one side of the table, and Charlotte sits down between them; Robbie and Justin make room for you on the other side.
The lads are in the middle of a game of Carcassonne, but they scrap it and restart. You and Charlotte join in, but, being the least experienced players, are not doing very well when you notice that it is almost two o’clock.
“Charlotte and I have a lab now,” you say. “Sorry to abandon the game.”
“No problem!” says Wally cheerfully.
“It was a pleasure having you both join us!” says Alan.
“Thank you – I had fun,” says Charlotte. She turns and gives Alan a soft kiss on the lips; his cheeks turn bright pink instantly and his eyes widen. Then she turns and kisses Wally too. As she pulls away from him, he is beaming happily. Getting up, she comes around the table and kisses Robbie and Justin on the lips too.
Charlotte puts her thong back on, and then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
The four lads look startled by the suggestion, but then they all nod eagerly. As Charlotte steps towards them, they get up from their table and surround her.
“Are you sure this is okay?” asks Wally.
Charlotte nods. “I’ll fuck anyone he tells me to fuck,” she says with a smile as all four young men begin to fondle her breasts, buttocks, and pussy. She puts her arms around Wally’s neck and kisses him, with plenty of tongue. Then she kisses each of his friends in turn, equally deeply. Then, calmly, she bends over the table, plants her hands on its surface, and spreads her feet wide apart.
Alan steps forward first. Taking his penis out of his trousers and spitting into his hand, he lubricates Charlotte’s pussy with his fingers, then slowly eases his erection into her vagina. With a look of sheer joy on his face, he starts fucking her with sharp, vigorous thrusts. Charlotte closes her eyes and purrs contentedly.
Once Alan has climaxed inside her, Wally takes his turn. Then, grimacing slightly at the semen dripping from Charlotte’s vaginal opening, Justin sinks his own erection into her. Five minutes later, when Robbie finally enters Charlotte, semen splurges out around the shaft of his erection. “Eww,” he says, as he begins fucking her with almost no friction at all. Eventually, though, he too climaxes with a shudder and a groan, and then he pulls out of her, his penis coated with his friends’ sperm. “Ugh!” he says, hastily wiping it with a rather dirty handkerchief.
“Thank you all very much,” says Charlotte as she stands up and turns around. She kisses all four lads again. Then you and she bid them a good afternoon, and head back to the staircase.
Quickly descending the stairs, the two of you conceal yourselves in a secluded aisle, and Charlotte puts on her thong. You kiss her, and whisper, “You were great up there, my darling. I’m very proud of you.”
Charlotte smiles. “I love it when you offer me to other men,” she says. “It’s so deliciously depraved.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Absolutely,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte and laughs. “My goodness!” she says. “You’re making me feel overdressed! Are you looking for a job?”
“No,” says Charlotte, grinning. “We’re just here to eat.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them with amusement, and after the waitress leaves, she smirks and says, “What I wouldn’t give to have her breasts!”
“Don’t be silly – yours are perfect,” you tell her.
Dickie Brewer emerges from the back of the room, and speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“Want to pole-dance again?”
“How about getting completely naked?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside takes one look at Charlotte’s bare breasts and thong, and says, “Sorry, but you can’t come in here like that! Put some clothes on, for heaven’s sake!”
Disappointed, you and Charlotte leave the restaurant. “Well I can’t say I’m surprised,” says Charlotte. “But what shall we do now?”
You reply, “Let’s go...
Back to my halls of residence and have dinner there.”
And have dinner at Slick Willy’s.”
Charlotte grins. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and heads over to the pole. Dickie grins, though a little apprehensively. “We have a volunteer!” he exclaims. “And wow, she’s already down to just a thong!” Then, switching off the mic, he says something quietly to Charlotte which you cannot hear. You can guess, however, that he is asking her not to get too explicit.
Music plays; Charlotte smiles, and begins to dance. She does not use the pole much; she just swings around it a few times and arches her back against it. Then, grasping the sides of her thong, she tugs it down her legs, steps out of it, and kicks it to one side. Cheers and wolf-whistles erupt from the mostly male spectators, and Charlotte smiles happily as she dances, with admirable confidence, completely naked.
Abandoning the pole, she begins dancing from table to table, giving eager male diners lewd close-up views of her pussy. She twerks in front of one man, spreading her feet well apart as she gyrates her bottom just inches from his face, and she places her left foot on another man’s thigh while she fingers her vagina for his viewing pleasure.
Dickie is watching her anxiously; he is no doubt ready to step in and put a stop to Charlotte’s dance if she makes physical contact with anybody. As she dances past your table, she winks at you and blows you a kiss. You beckon to her, and when she comes and bends down next to you, you say, “I’ll try to distract Dickie; I want you to...
Lie down on your back and masturbate until you climax in front of everyone.”
Start giving these men the most outrageous lap dances imaginable.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Well that won’t take much effort,” she remarks. She half rises from her chair, slips off her thong, and tucks it into her bag.
“Awesome,” you say happily.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte now completely naked, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
She remains naked for the rest of the meal, only putting her thong back on as you are paying the bill. Outside, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has climbed on to a table and lain back, lifting her legs in the air and spreading her thighs wide apart. With nearly all of the men in the room, and some of the women, staring at her exposed pussy, she begins to slide two fingers of her right hand in and out of her vagina, while rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her left hand.
Fortunately, Dickie seems to have tuned out the sounds of cheering and wolf-whistling behind him, so engrossed is he in the unfolding tale of Charlotte’s exhibitionism at the university. Even her unbridled cries of orgasmic ecstasy do not distract him.
“And then we were like, ‘Where shall we eat?’, and then of course I suggested this place,” you say, concluding your story. “And here we are.”
“Incredible!” says Dickie. He looks around to see Charlotte returning to the table with her thong in her hand. “You’re an amazing girl!” he tells her.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile. As Dickie leaves the table, she pulls on her thong and sits back down.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has straddled the lap of one of four men sitting at a nearby table, and is kissing him with lots of tongue while he fingers her vagina. As you continue to tell Dickie about what happened during this morning’s lectures, Charlotte reaches down to unzip the man’s trousers, and from the way she settles down on to his lap a moment later, you know his penis is now inside her. She starts to bounce up and down on him, as his friends whoop and applaud.
It is not long before the man climaxes inside Charlotte. She kisses him, then climbs off his lap and moves on to one of his friends. You begin to stretch out your story, getting a little creative with the truth as you attempt to give Charlotte more time. This strategy works; Dickie is enthralled, and soon Charlotte is moving on to the next table with the sperm of four men running down her thighs.
She manages to have sex with three more men by the time you come to the end of your story. You beckon to her as she climbs off her seventh penis, and, by the time Dickie turns around to look, Charlotte is walking back towards your table.
“All done with your dance?” says Dickie. “I hope you had fun – you’re an amazing girl!”
“I had lots of fun thanks,” says Charlotte with an impish grin. As Dickie leaves the table, she sits back down. “Wow!” she gasps. “That was intense.”
“Well done, darling,” you say with a smile. “Your sluttiness is beyond compare.”
“Here, you forgot this,” says Dickie, returning to your table. He hands Charlotte her thong.
“Oh – thank you,” says Charlotte, and she puts the flimsy garment back on.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Yes please!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head on foot into the seedier part of town, where the sight of a near-naked woman is a little less uncommon. You spot a couple of prostitutes hanging out on street corners, and you remark, “You’re prettier than these women ... not to mention more naked.”
Charlotte takes off her thong and tucks it into her bag. “Completely naked, now,” she says with a giggle. “So, what do you have in mind?”
You come to an empty street corner next to a quiet alley, and say, “This looks like a good spot. Let’s wait for a man to stop by and ask you for sex, and then I want you to...
Offer him a free fuck, in your vagina or anus – his choice.”
Tell him you’ll go with him and indulge any depraved fantasy he likes for two hours, for five hundred pounds.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head to the park, whose paths are fortunately quite well illuminated. As you walk through it, hand in hand, you pass a bandstand in which a number of teenage boys are hanging out, smoking and drinking. All of them stop talking as they catch sight of you, and they stare lustfully at Charlotte.
“All right darlin’?” one of them calls out to her.
“Hi,” says Charlotte, waving to them.
Gripping Charlotte’s hand, you lead her...
Past the bandstand, heading deeper into the park.
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Who wants to take part in an erotic photo shoot?”
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Do whatever you like with my girlfriend; I’ll be back to pick her up in two hours.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus driver is thrilled to have a near-naked young woman board his bus. Some of the other passengers are less enthused, but none of them complains to the driver, and the ride back to Juniper Hall is uneventful. Once back at your hall, you lead Charlotte past scores of astonished students, and take her up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car pulls around the corner into the alley, and stops. You wait for a couple of minutes, then you creep closer, listening. As you approach the car, you can hear rhythmic male grunts interspersed with Charlotte’s higher-pitched moans of pleasure.
Five minutes later, Charlotte gets out, and the car drives away. You walk up to her with a smile and say, “How was it?”
“Good!” replies Charlotte happily. “Just an old-fashioned missionary-style vaginal fucking, but nice.”
“Well, let’s get out of here,” you say. “I don’t fancy waiting around another half-hour for the next horny customer to arrive.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte shivers, then nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car drives off, and you wait. And wait. The evening gets darker and chillier, and you walk briskly up and down while catching up on Twitter. Time passes agonisingly slowly.
After two and a half hours you are starting to worry, but then a car appears and comes to a halt next to you. The passenger door opens, and Charlotte gets out, looking rather tired. She smiles when she sees you, and comes over to kiss you while the car drives off. She then proudly hands you a wad of cash. “Here you go, my pimp,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say, pocketing the money. “So, what did you have to do to earn this?”
Charlotte chuckles. “His wife fucked me with a strap-on while he filmed us,” she says. “Then we had a threesome. It was fun!”
You pull her into a hug. “I’m proud of you, my sexy little whore,” you say, and she shudders in your arms.
“Yes,” she murmurs happily. “I am a whore.”
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The teenagers look disappointed as you walk past them without stopping, and they emerge from the bandstand to watch Charlotte’s retreating bottom.
A couple of minutes later you arrive at the river, where tall nettles cluster thickly around a park bench. Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag, then she lies down on the bench and spreads her legs. “Fuck me,” she says. “Please?”
You smile as you...
Pull down your jeans and boxers, and lie down on top of her.
Carefully pluck a nettle and brush it against Charlotte’s pussy.
Every one of the boys immediately volunteers, and you begin posing them as Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag. “Okay, you with the floppy hair, sit down here ... and you, acne boy, kneel down just there... Charlotte, sit down right there, and put your left foot up on his shoulder ... perfect. Now you, Blondie, come down here and sit on the middle step there ... and slide two of your fingers into her vagina ... great! Now acne boy, I want you to grab her left breast, and stick your tongue in her mouth ... wonderful. Now you, floppy hair, start sucking on her right nipple.”
You take the first photo, and then rearrange everyone for the next. As the photo shoot progresses, the poses become more explicit. Soon Charlotte is posing with a penis in her mouth; shortly afterwards, with one in her vagina. Four photos after that, you capture her smiling happily with one penis in her vagina and another in her rectum. And whenever a boy puts his erection inside Charlotte, after the photo is taken you allow him to climax inside her before withdrawing.
Soon there are only three boys who have not yet spent their sperm. You pose them with their erections in Charlotte’s mouth, vagina, and anus, take a photo, and then let them all fuck her until they spurt their semen inside her.
“Well that was fun,” giggles Charlotte as the two of you walk away from the bandstand. She is still naked, and apparently unconcerned about the semen running down the insides of her thighs. “What will you do with those photos?”
“Oh, probably email them to your dad,” you say airily.
Charlotte laughs. “I wouldn’t mind if you did,” she says. “He would kick me out, but we’re almost at that point anyway.”
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The boys stare at you, their eyes wide. Then they laugh in delight as you walk away, leaving Charlotte at their mercy. When you glance backward, you see them crowding around her.
You kill a couple of hours on a nearby park bench, out of sight (and earshot) of the bandstand. When you eventually return, only three boys are still there. One of them is laughing raucously as he fucks Charlotte’s rectum; with his left hand he is pulling her hair, while with his right he is slapping her buttock in time with his thrusts. Then, as you climb the steps into the bandstand, the lad groans and stops thrusting. With a beatific smile, he remains buried inside your girlfriend for another minute or so, then he pulls out and tucks himself away.
“She’s all yours, mate,” he says.
Charlotte retrieves her bag, and the two of you head away from the bandstand. “Where’s your thong?” you ask.
“In my bag,” replies Charlotte.
You nod, then inquire, “Did you have a nice time?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Yes thank you,” she says. “I do love a good gangbang.”
You leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
As you bury your erection in Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. You fuck her for five minutes or so, then you pull out, slide your penis into her anus, and fuck her rectum for a while. Then, feeling your orgasm approaching, you switch back to her vagina and ejaculate just as she reaches her own climax.
You cuddle with Charlotte for a while, but the bench is not particularly comfortable, and eventually you both decide that it is time to get up and move on.
“Shall I put my thong back on?” asks Charlotte. “Or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
You tuck your hand up inside your sleeve, and pluck a tall nettle by gripping its stalk through the material of your shirt. Charlotte’s eyes widen as you bring its tip over to her pussy, and she squeals as you brush it against her labia.
“Ow! Ow! It’s stinging me!” she gasps, but she does not attempt to close her legs or get out of the way, so you continue to sting her with the nettle, prodding it against her labia and clitoris, and around the entrance to her vagina and anus.
“Pull yourself open,” you instruct her.
Biting her lip, Charlotte tucks the tips of her index and middle fingers of both hands into her vagina, and pulls them apart, exposing her vulnerable soft interior flesh.
Grinning, you plunge the tip of the nettle inside her, pushing it deep. Charlotte shrieks as her sensitive flesh receives dozens of stings, but she bravely holds her position while the nettle’s flimsy stalk curls up against her cervix and its leaves become packed together in her vagina.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” cries Charlotte, tears springing from her eyes. “It stings so badly!”
You continue to fold up the nettle inside her vagina until only a couple of inches of leafless stalk remain sticking out of her. “Now get up and bend over the bench,” you tell her.
Whimpering and gasping, Charlotte gets up and turns around, bending over and planting her hands on the bench as she spreads her feet apart. You retrieve her Vaseline from her bag, lube up your erection, and sink it into her anus. As you fuck her rectum, Charlotte reaches between her legs and begins fucking herself with the nettle, gasping as it continues to pepper her vagina with new stings.
Despite her obvious pain, Charlotte manages to bring herself to orgasm just a few seconds after, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen deep into her bowels.
Once you have pulled out of her anus, Charlotte slowly pulls the nettle out of her vagina, wincing as it stings her several more times. “Holy shit!” she says. “My entire pussy is burning!”
“Sorry,” you apologise.
“Don’t be,” she says. “You can do that to me whenever you want.” Then she smirks. “Now shall I put my thong back on, or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her puffy, nettle-stung pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte obediently turns and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet apart and arching her back to present her vagina for fucking. Neil wastes no time in pulling his erection out of his jeans. He grasps Charlotte’s hips with both hands and pulls her toward him, impaling her on his penis. Then he begins to thrust, as Roddy looks around anxiously.
Charlotte smiles happily as Neil fucks her with increasing speed. “God, I love having a cock inside me,” she murmurs.
Neil climaxes a couple of minutes later. Panting, he pulls out of Charlotte’s vagina and tucks himself back into his jeans. “Go on, Roddy,” he says. “Your turn.”
Roddy raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod and smile at him. Eagerly, he unzips his jeans and takes out his erect penis, which is somewhat larger than Neil’s. Charlotte moans with pleasure as he sinks it into her.
You keep an eye on Owen’s roaming head as Roddy gives Charlotte a quiet but energetic fucking. She is clearly getting close to her orgasm, judging by her expression and her white-knuckle grip upon the stool. Then she turns her head and squeals into her shoulder as her body shudders in a powerful climax.
Roddy now withdraws his penis from Charlotte’s vagina, and pushes it against her anal sphincter. Lubricated with Neil’s semen, the puckered ring of muscle opens up readily, and Charlotte gasps as Roddy’s thick shaft fills her rectum. He fucks her for another couple of minutes, then he groans as he pours his semen into her bowels.
Once he has pulled out of her and zipped himself up, he and Neil both thank you profusely as they return to their workstation. Charlotte pulls her thong back up, smiling contentedly, and the two of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your thong?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to fuck you?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a shiver. “I imagine Adolf is missing me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s breasts and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” says Colin.
“Hi Babe,” says Adolf. “Take off your thong, there’s a good girl.”
Charlotte, to your delight, immediately pulls her thong down and steps out of it. As Colin and Adolf stare with undisguised lust at her naked body, you say, “Good girl. Now...
Do whatever else Adolf tells you.”
I think all three of us should fuck you ... at the same time.”
You lead Charlotte to the bar, where cheers greet her arrival. A stool is made available for her, while you find yourself nudged into the background, barely able to see your girlfriend through the jostling young men competing for her attention.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. You catch a glimpse of Charlotte’s breasts being caressed by eager hands. Then Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Then, to the delight of most of her audience, she suddenly pulls her thong down, steps out of it, then resumes dancing, now completely naked. The volume of cheers and wolf-whistles practically doubles.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines. Picking up her thong, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte grins, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would all of you nice gentlemen like to fuck me?” she asks them with a smile.
There is an immediate chorus of enthusiastic assent. “Gawd, yer an absolute saint, you are,” says Terry.
Charlotte sighs happily as she lies down on a coat that one of the men spreads out for her. Then she purrs with contentment as the first unwashed homeless penis enters her.
The men take it in turns to fuck your girlfriend and fill her with their semen. A couple of the older ones have some trouble getting erect, either because of performance anxiety or because of the declining functionality of their ageing bodies. But Charlotte is very patient with them, letting them take their time and using her mouth to encourage their arousal when necessary. Eventually, every one of them has spilled his sperm inside her.
As Charlotte lies panting, her legs spread, semen leaking out of her vagina and pooling around her buttocks, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
Charlotte shivers, then nods excitedly, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would you nice gentlemen be so kind as to let me fuck your dogs?” she asks them with an affected air of wide-eyed innocence.
The men all laugh dirtily. “Sure thing, Sweetheart,” says one of them. He lays his coat out on the ground, and Charlotte gets down on to her hands and knees.
The first dog to mount her is Mack, a powerful-looking mix of sheepdog and Mastiff traits. His owner carefully guides his thick, growing penis into Charlotte’s vagina, where it sinks deep. The dog barks excitedly as it starts thrusting rapidly, and Charlotte squeals as the animal’s claws dig into her back.
Once Mack has climaxed inside her, his owner pulls him off and the second dog, Brutus, mounts your girlfriend. He is even larger than Mack, and Charlotte gasps as his swollen cock penetrates her. Then she moans with pleasure as he starts fucking her with intense energy.
Once Brutus has ejaculated inside her, Charlotte collapses on to her elbows, panting. Brutus attempts to climb off, but he seems to be stuck. Terry and his friends laugh. “His knot’s stuck inside you!” says Brutus’s owner gleefully.
Charlotte winces as, half a minute later, Brutus yanks his knot out of her. Then, recovering her smile, she rolls over on to her back and spreads her legs. “Anyone else want me?” she asks.
Before long, Terry and every one of his friends has fucked Charlotte right in front of you. Then, as she lies exhausted with semen pouring out of her gaping vagina, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck. And plenty of dogs, too!”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“I like the sound of that!” says Adolf, with a dirty laugh. “All right Charlotte, get on the bed on your hands and knees – I’m going to fuck your arsehole.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte meekly. She climbs on to the bed, positions herself on all fours, and spreads her knees apart. Adolf climbs onto the bed behind her, then coughs up copious quantities of saliva and mucus, which he uses to lubricate his erection and her anus.
“Oh yeah,” says Adolf as he sinks his penis deep into Charlotte’s rectum, making her gasp and wince. He begins fucking her with a joyous grin on his face. “Hey Charlotte,” he says. “Suck Colin’s cock.”
Colin grins as he unzips his jeans and takes out his own pudgy, semi-erect penis. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed and slaps his cock against Charlotte’s cheek. She opens her mouth, takes in his penis, and begins sucking on it.
You watch, mesmerised, as Adolf fucks Charlotte with wild, exuberant thrusts. Then, after a couple of minutes, he pulls his erection out of her anus. “Down on your elbows,” he instructs Charlotte.
Charlotte complies, but this means she can no longer reach Colin’s penis; he sits down on the edge of the bed so that she can continue to suck him off. Adolf now plunges himself into Charlotte’s vagina, and he fucks her wildly until, a minute or so later, he climaxes with a groan.
“Okay, your turn Colin,” he says, pulling his penis out of your girlfriend.
Colin eagerly strips off his trousers and underwear, then he takes Adolf’s place on the bed behind Charlotte. He fucks her vagina for a minute or two, then, using Adolf’s semen as a lubricant, he slides his erection into her anus. A couple of minutes later, he ejaculates copiously into her rectum.
“Who’s up for some Star Trek?” asks Colin, climbing off Charlotte, who remains on her elbows and knees with her bottom sticking up in the air, her anus and vagina leaking semen.
“Sure,” you say.
“You chaps have fun with Star Trek,” says Adolf. “Charlotte and I are going to Gavin’s room.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes. Gavin is a dreg of humanity even more obnoxious than Adolf. As Adolf is fully aware, you have been barred from Gavin’s room ever since you called him an “ignorant little cunt”. Dreading to think what Gavin and Adolf might do with Charlotte without your supervision, you say,
“Okay, have fun.”
“I think not, Adolf.”
Charlotte shivers, but you can tell she is delighted by the idea. “Okay,” she says, and she climbs on to Colin’s bed. Lying back, she spreads her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy, vagina and anus for everyone’s viewing pleasure. “Do you want to fetch the Vaseline first, though, Sweetie?”
“Good idea,” you agree, and you hurry back to your room to retrieve your jar of Vaseline. When you get back to Colin’s room, you find that he and Adolf have already stripped off their trousers and underwear, and you quickly do the same. Then you say, “All right chaps, I’ll take her...
Mouth.”
Vagina.”
Anus.”
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply. “Now take off that thong – I want to see you get on the bus naked.”
“Your wish is my command,” says Charlotte. She removes her thong and tucks it into her bag.
The bus arrives, and its driver laughs in delight as Charlotte boards it, naked. The doors close, and the bus takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with drinks, and becoming very generous with her kisses. Male hands grope every inch of her body, and soon she is being laid down across a couple of bar stools. Her legs are lifted up in the air, and her thong is pulled off.
“Oh my!” gasps Charlotte as a thick penis slides into her vagina. Her next utterance is muffled as another penis is shoved into her mouth. She begins sucking on it willingly.
After three minutes of this, the first penis is withdrawn, and you briefly see white semen leaking out of Charlotte’s vagina before another penis is shoved in. Then you lose sight of her in the press of young men jostling in front of you, and you try to circle around to get a better vantage point.
Most of the women in the bar leave in disgust over the course of the next twenty minutes, as the crowd of horny young men around Charlotte grows and grows. After a full hour of her gangbang, you estimate that she has been fucked by at least twenty men, and the action shows no sign of abating.
Another hour passes, and the crowd thins sufficiently for you to see what is going on. Charlotte is lying on her side across two bar stools, with her legs being held almost in the splits position. One lad is fucking her vagina; another is in her anus. She is sucking on a third man’s penis.
After fifteen more minutes, every man remaining in the bar has come inside Charlotte – including the bartender. Charlotte is left alone, and she rolls off the stools, falling clumsily on to her hands and knees. She grabs her thong, and gets unsteadily to her feet. Seeing you, she smiles happily and walks over to you, with semen pouring down her thighs. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asks.
You nod. “Stay naked,” you say. “No more thong for you tonight.”
“Sure,” she says, and she puts her thong in her bag. Then you kiss her; she tastes of sperm.
“It’s getting late,” you remark. “We should get you home.”
“Never mind how late it is,” says Charlotte. “I need you to fuck me, back in your room. After I’ve cleaned up a bit and feel more human. Please?”
“Of course,” you say.
You take her back to your floor, where she takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Then she climbs into your bed, where you vigorously fuck her vagina and anus until the two of you climax together.
“Aah,” she sighs happily. “That’s better. Thank you.”
She remains naked as you walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and the bus driver whoops in delight as Charlotte boards. The doors close, and the bus drives away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You gently finger Charlotte’s vagina until her bus arrives. She boards it, much to the driver’s delight, then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Terry chuckles. “Well, you can’t blame me for asking,” he says, as you help Charlotte to her feet.
You walk Charlotte back to the bus stop, where you kiss her lovingly. “Well done, my darling,” you say.
Charlotte grins. “Not bad for an uptight church girl, eh?” she replies.
To your great satisfaction, she leaves her thong in her bag, remaining naked, with semen running down her thighs, until the bus arrives. She kisses you goodbye and boards the bus; the driver beams with delight, and says something to her that you do not catch, but it makes her laugh. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Charlotte looks both excited and frightened. She rubs her clitoris harder as she says, “I will happily become these men’s sex slave, if that’s what you want.”
“Good!” you say. “That’s settled then. Gentlemen, she’s all yours.” You bend down and give Charlotte a kiss. “Goodbye my darling. Have fun in your new life.”
You pick up her bag and toss it into a nearby skip. Then you head to the bus stop. As the bus arrives, you glance back at Charlotte; she is French-kissing one of the homeless men, while another is attempting to push his entire hand into her vagina.
Then the bus takes you away, and you lose sight of Charlotte for good.
THE END
Return to last save point.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her thong down, and steps out of it.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her naked pussy.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now completely nude, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she bends over it and says, “My vagina needs attention. Barry, would you mind giving me a good hard fucking?”
Grinning, Barry moves around behind Charlotte and pulls her thong down to her ankles. “Sure!” he says. He unzips his jeans, takes out his erect penis, and plunges it deep inside her. As he fucks your girlfriend with a broad grin on his face, he looks over at you and winks.
You take a seat and watch Charlotte’s face as Barry’s penis pistons in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted in a half-smile of erotic pleasure. Then she opens her eyes, sees you looking at her, and grins at you.
After ten minutes or so, Barry suddenly increases the speed of his thrusting, and then he groans and stiffens as he pumps his semen into Charlotte. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he pulls out of her vagina, gives her a slap on her left buttock, and says, “All yours, Jeff.”
Jeff grimaces slightly at the sight of Barry’s semen oozing out of Charlotte’s vagina, but he barely hesitates before pulling out his own erection and sinking it into her moist depths. Gripping her hips, he fucks her so hard and fast that it soon brings her to orgasm.
“Oh God!” she cries. “Yes! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me hard! Aaaaahhhh!” She shudders as her entire body is wracked with orgasmic bliss.
Soon afterward, Jeff gasps and spasms as he reaches his own climax, filling her up with his sperm. When he pulls out of her, a minute or so later, she stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around his neck. “Thank you Jeff,” she says softly, and she gives him a tender kiss, to which he eagerly responds. You catch a brief glimpse of their tongues intertwining, before they pull apart.
Charlotte then turns to Barry, who takes her in his arms and bends her over backwards as he kisses her. It is a very sloppy kiss – you see saliva flowing down Barry’s tongue and into Charlotte’s mouth – but she does not seem to mind. When he eventually releases her, she picks up her thong and tucks it into her bag.
“Okay!” she says brightly. “Who wants another game of doubles?”
“Sure,” you reply.
Charlotte remains naked for the next two games, after which you and she bid Jeff and Barry goodnight.
Outside, you smile and say, “Good girl, Charlotte – I’m proud of you.”
She smiles happily. “I’ll fuck anyone you tell me to fuck,” she says.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte moves to allow Colin to lie down on his back, and then she lies down on top of him. Taking a dollop of Vaseline from the jar, she uses it to lube up Colin’s erection and her own vaginal opening. His four-inch-long, pudgy cock slips inside her, and he begins gently fucking her.
Adolf now applies Vaseline to his own erection, and to Charlotte’s anus. Lying down on top of her but supporting himself with his hands, he slowly slides his long, thin, rather oddly-shaped cock deep into your girlfriend’s rectum. Then, with a broad grin, he begins thrusting himself back and forth inside her.
Charlotte’s head is close to the edge of the bed; you kneel down next to her and push your erect penis into her mouth as she opens it. She sucks on it eagerly and swirls her tongue around its head; the sensation is wonderful and you close your eyes, smiling happily.
After a short while, judging by their groans of pleasure, Adolf and Colin seem to be approaching their climaxes. You are getting fairly close yourself, thanks to the attentions of Charlotte’s tongue, and you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte shifts position to allow Colin to lie down on his side with his back against the wall. She then lies down on her side with her back to him, and she lifts her right leg up so that her vagina and anus can be more easily accessed. Colin lubricates his pudgy erection and Charlotte’s anus with Vaseline, and then he slowly sinks his cock into her rectum, making her moan contentedly.
You now lie down in front of Charlotte, facing her. After a quick application of Vaseline, you sink your penis into her vagina and begin thrusting. She smiles at you and kisses you, but then she raises her head and takes Adolf’s penis into her mouth, sucking eagerly on it as he thrusts it back and forth.
For the next couple of minutes you, Colin and Adolf all fuck Charlotte while you and Colin take turns playing with her breasts. Then, sensing that Colin and Adolf are approaching their climaxes, you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte moves over so that you can lie down on the bed on your back. You lube up your erection with Vaseline, then, as Charlotte straddles you and lowers herself down, you rub more Vaseline into her anus. As she descends further, you position the head of your erection at her anal opening, and watch as her sphincter expands to accommodate you. She sits all the way down, so that you are fully buried in her rectum.
Then she lies back against you, raising her legs in the air as Adolf climbs on top of her. Having lubricated his penis, he plunges it deep into her vagina and begins fucking her vigorously. The motion causes your own erection to slide back and forth within her rectum; you are fucking her without moving a muscle.
Colin, resting one knee upon the bed, now waves his short and pudgy erection in Charlotte’s face. She opens her mouth and takes it in, sucking eagerly on it while her vagina and anus are being fucked by two other penises.
After a couple of minutes, you guess that Colin and Adolf are both getting close to orgasm, so you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Colin comes first, grunting as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Adolf groans with pleasure as he spurts semen deep inside Charlotte’s rectum. You take a little longer, but Adolf and Colin are still inside your girlfriend when your semen sprays against her tonsils.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and Colin gently pushes her off him as he climbs out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Colin climaxes first, grunting as he shoots his semen deep into Charlotte’s rectum. A few moments later, you reach your own orgasm, groaning ecstatically as you pump your girlfriend’s vagina full of your sperm.
Then Adolf gasps and twitches as he ejaculates into Charlotte’s mouth. To her credit, she swallows every drop, and on tiniest to suck him as he softens, milking him of every last drop of his semen.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and then Colin carefully climbs over her as he gets out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf comes first, gasping with ecstasy as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Charlotte’s tongue brings Colin to a climax, and his fat little cock fills her mouth with his sperm.
You grab Charlotte’s hips and start fucking her anus with powerful strokes, until finally you reach your own orgasm, pumping your semen deep into her bowels. Charlotte sighs happily as you reach around her chest and squeeze her breasts.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and you gently push her off you as you climb out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf laughs. “Awesome,” he says.
Charlotte seems excited as she follows Adolf out of Colin’s room and into the corridor, still completely naked and with semen dripping down her thighs.
“Holy fuck,” says Colin, once they have left. “I can’t believe you’re letting Adolf take your girlfriend off to get who-knows-what done to her in Gavin’s room!”
“I am a little concerned,” you admit, “but it’s the kind of adventure Charlotte will revel in. She’s strong; she’ll be fine.”
You watch television and play games for the next three hours. Then the door opens, and Charlotte staggers in. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “That was intense!”
“Are you okay?” you ask, jumping to your feet.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “But it’s getting late and I should probably head home.”
“Okay, I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Outside she says, “Well it was quite the party. I was fucked by about ten men.”
“Good grief!” you say.
“And then they attached electrodes to my nipples and clitoris, and gave me electric shocks,” she adds.
“Holy shit!” you exclaim.
“I’m still kind of tingling from that,” she continues. She falls silent for a minute or so, then she says, “Adolf asked me to leave you for him.”
You shiver. “And...?”
“I wouldn’t leave you,” says Charlotte. “If you ever feel like moving on to another girl, and want to give me to Adolf to be his plaything, that’s another matter. I must admit it would be quite exciting to surrender myself completely to Adolf’s control.”
“I’m not planning to move on to anyone else,” you assure her. “I love you.”
Charlotte smiles. “Thank you Sweetie,” she says. “I love you too.”
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Adolf pouts. “Fine,” he says. “But I’m damn well going to finger your girlfriend some more while we watch Trek. On your back, Charlotte.”
Charlotte obediently rolls over on to her back, and spreads her thighs wide apart. Over the course of one-and-a-half episodes of Star Trek, Adolf fingers Charlotte’s anus and vagina almost constantly. Then, clearly having recovered his stamina, he mounts her and fucks her missionary-style for fifteen minutes straight, during which she reaches her own orgasm before he reaches his. For the five minutes following his collapse on top of her, they kiss deeply and slurpily while his penis softens inside her.
Once the second episode has finished, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Adolf climbs off Charlotte, and Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him another long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin rather breathlessly.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she sighs happily and says, “Thank you for letting me be a slut. I’m having such a wonderful time!”
“You’re welcome!” you tell her with a chuckle.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Rebecca blushes. “Yes, you’re right, of course,” she says. “Sorry.”
You are not really sure what she is apologising for, but she says nothing else to you. Five minutes later, Charlotte emerges from the Principal’s office, completely naked and looking quite pleased with herself. You get to your feet and pull her into a hug as Rebecca wordlessly heads into her father’s office.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
Rebecca nods, and looks a little sad. “Yes – that would be nice,” she says, half to herself.
“You don’t have a boyfriend?” you inquire in surprise.
Rebecca blushes, and shakes her head. “Not right now,” she says. “I did, for a while, but he was sort of mean to me. I was actually quite relieved when he dumped me.” Her eyes seem to be getting moist, and you sense that there is more to the story.
“Wow, Rebecca, I’m sorry to hear that,” you say. “You deserve better than that.”
She shrugs. “Well nobody’s lining up at my door,” she says. “I’m not sure how much better I can expect.”
“I can’t believe nobody’s interested in you,” you tell her. “Heck, if I were single, I’d ask you out in a heartbeat.”
“Really?” she says, wide-eyed.
“Absolutely,” you assure her. And now you begin to wonder what will happen to your relationship with Charlotte, if she is expelled while you remain at the university.
The same thought has apparently occurred to Rebecca, too. She says, rather carefully, “If Charlotte leaves, and you stay ... do you think you’ll stay together?”
“I don’t know,” you admit.
“If you don’t...” begins Rebecca.
“Why would you want to go out with me?” you inquire. “I just took the most uptight church girl you could imagine, turned her into the campus slut, and got her expelled!”
“Because that’s just such an exciting story!” exclaims Rebecca, coming over and sitting down next to you, her shyness forgotten. “It makes my life seem so dull and ordinary. I want to be more like Charlotte! Perhaps not to such an extreme degree, but...”
At this moment the door opens, and Charlotte, now completely naked, comes out of the Principal’s office. You jump to your feet, feeling (and possibly looking) a little guilty. As Rebecca stands up too, Charlotte looks her up and down, then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Is this my replacement?” she inquires.
You look at Rebecca, who is staring at Charlotte with a look of awe. Then you look back at Charlotte, and say,
“Of course not! We were just talking. Rebecca’s a bit of a fan of ours.”
“Well, that’s jumping the gun a bit – Rebecca and I only just met!”
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Yes, that seems fitting,” she says. “All right, I’ll do it. And I’ll rent a flat – something cheap and dirty. Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She smiles happily. “I was hoping you might,” she says, “but I didn’t want to assume. Do I get to meet your family at some point?”
“Yes of course – as soon as this semester finishes,” you say. “I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll dress a bit less scandalously for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“So ... nothing at all?” inquires Charlotte. “Or just a thong?”
“A thong,” you decide. “But you must casually take it off in front of all of them.”
Charlotte smiles. “I think I can do that,” she says.
You sigh happily. “That’s my girl. I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies.
THE END
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Charlotte shudders. “Wow,” she says. Then she nods. “I suppose that’s a fitting profession for me. Very well – I shall become a prostitute. And not just any prostitute – I’ll be the kinkiest, most prolific prostitute in the city. And I’ll rent a flat – something filthy and nasty, overrun with cockroaches.” She pauses, and looks a little sad. “Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She sighs with relief. “Really? So you’ll still want to be with me? I was afraid this might be goodbye.” She smiles happily. “Do I get to meet your family at some point? I’d totally understand if you didn’t want...”
“Absolutely!” you tell her firmly. “As soon as this semester finishes. I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll be on my best behaviour for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “So you think I should fuck your dad?”
“Yup!” you agree. “Preferably in front of my mum, if you can manage it. And then have a threesome with my brother and sister. Get them to have sex with each other, if you can.”
“Kinky!” says Charlotte. “Either I’ll be a big hit, or I’ll get banned from your house forever. Either way, it’ll be a fun adventure!”
“That it will,” you agree. Then you sigh happily. “I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies, and she bends over so that you can fuck her anus.
THE END
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“Oh!” says Charlotte. “Sorry – I suppose I’m feeling a little insecure, what with getting expelled and everything.”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” says Rebecca, getting to her feet. “Nice to meet you both!” She heads into her father’s office as you get to your feet and pull Charlotte into a hug.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“But ... that’s what you’re thinking, right?” says Charlotte. “Both of you! I can see it in your faces!”
You glance at Rebecca, who is looking at you with a hopeful expression. “Rebecca’s very sweet,” you say, “and if you and I split up as a result of this expulsion thing, I would love to ask her out and see how that goes. But I’m not assuming anything...”
Charlotte purses her lips. “Well, I’ll make it easy for you. I persuaded the professor to let you stay, and since I plan on leaving home, I figure I’ll have to go out and get a job and find somewhere to live now. So I’ll be out there, and you’ll be here, and you’ll be bored all day with nobody to persuade into increasingly lewd sexual acts. Therefore, I think you and I should call it quits. Have fun with Rebecca – get those mammoth mammaries out in the open – and have a nice life.”
“Charlotte!” you exclaim, feeling a little hurt. “I don’t want it to end like this!”
“Hey, stop it!” says Rebecca, looking distressed. “I don’t want to come between you two. I love what the two of you have – I don’t want it to end on my account. I just want to ... to experience some of it for myself.”
Charlotte’s expression turns thoughtful. “Hmm,” she says. Suddenly, she grabs Rebecca’s shoulders, and pulls the shorter girl into a kiss. Rebecca utters a muffled squeal, but then she throws her arms around Charlotte’s neck and responds to the kiss enthusiastically. It is almost a minute before they break apart.
“I suppose I am willing to share you with this girl,” Charlotte says to you. “So the question is, do you want to try to make this work as a threesome? Or would you rather focus just on Rebecca from now on? Be honest – I actually don’t mind the idea of going out into the world naked and alone. It seems like an appropriate conclusion to our story.”
With barely a moment’s hesitation, you reply, “Charlotte, I want...
You and only you.”
To see if a three-way relationship can work ... if Rebecca is willing to try it.”
To make a fresh start with Rebecca.”
Rebecca’s face falls, while Charlotte’s lights up. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she says. “Sorry Rebecca.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Rebecca, a little glumly. “I had no right to stir things up between you. I truly wish you both every happiness.” Then, with a slightly disappointed smile, she heads into her father’s office.
Charlotte sighs with relief. “You had me worried there!” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “It took the thought of losing you to make me realise how devastated I would be if that happened.”
Charlotte smiles and kisses you. “So, what happens now?” she inquires. “I need a job and a place to live. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“Well all right then,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “How about it, Rebecca?”
“I’m in!” says Rebecca, her lips quivering with excitement. “Oh my gosh!”
“The two of you don’t share any lectures,” says Charlotte, “but I suppose, during your lunch hours, you may do with each other as you please. Are you on the pill, Rebecca?”
“No,” says Rebecca, her cheeks reddening. “But I’ll fix that right away.”
“Are you a virgin?” you ask curiously.
“No,” says Rebecca, reddening even more. “But my boyfriend always used a condom.”
“So you’ve never had a vagina full of sperm?” says Charlotte. “Well never mind – you will soon. Now, about that awful outfit. Take off your jumper and jeans. You won’t be needing them any more.”
Rebecca gasps. “Here? Now?” she asks anxiously.
“Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to get naked,” says Charlotte. “But if you want to be our lover, you can’t expect to stay dressed like that, surely?”
“I suppose not,” says Rebecca, biting her lip. She hesitates for a moment, then she pulls her jumper up over her head. As she sets it down on a chair, you admire the way her large breasts strain against her white t-shirt. You can faintly make out the outline of a capacious bra through the thin cotton.
Then Rebecca unfastens and unzips her jeans, and begins tugging them down to reveal a pair of pink panties. She kicks her shoes off, lifts her legs out of her jeans one at a time, and then sets the jeans on top of her jumper. She turns to you and Charlotte, looking excited.
“Hmm, what do you think, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte. “Socks too?”
“Totally,” you agree. “And the bra.”
Rebecca slips off both socks without hesitation, but she looks a little worried as she reaches up the back of her t-shirt to unclasp her bra. “My breasts are a little big to go unsupported, don’t you think?” she says.
You regard her chest as she tugs her bra out of her sleeve. Her breasts are making her t-shirt bulge out slightly lower than before, but the effect is still dramatic and arousing. “Nope, that looks fantastic!” you enthuse.
“Good job Sweetie,” says Charlotte to Rebecca. “That’s your new outfit from now on.”
Rebecca glances nervously at the door of her father’s office. “But ... I need to go in and see my dad!”
Charlotte stares at her. “Professor Daniels is your dad?” she inquires. “Oh my goodness! That’s perfect. Well, if he gives you a hard time about your outfit, just threaten to tell your mum that he had sex with the sluttiest student on campus.”
Rebecca gasps. “You had sex with my dad?”
“Anal sex,” Charlotte clarifies. “But yes. Is that a problem?”
Rebecca looks rather stunned, but eventually she shakes her head. “I’ll get over it,” she says. “All part of my wild new lifestyle, I suppose.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte. She turns to you and says, “It’s nearly five o’clock. Shall we all go and have dinner at your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree. “Rebecca, we’ll wait here for you while you see your dad, and then we’ll all head to the bus stop together.”
“Sure!” says Rebecca. Then she bites her lip. “Do I really have to walk around campus like this?”
“No, of course not,” says Charlotte. “You can back out of this relationship at any time. But if you want to share our adventures, then this is the price.”
Rebecca nods. “I’ll do it,” she says. “I’m not going to back out.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte.
“It occurs to me,” you remark, “that we’ve entered into this whole new three-way relationship, and the two of you have kissed each other ... but as yet, I haven’t kissed or even touched Rebecca!”
“Oh!” says Rebecca excitedly. “Yes. Can we, um, do that now?”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “This being a somewhat unconventional relationship, I think your first contact should be something more extreme than a standard hug or kiss.”
Rebecca shivers. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.
You smile. “Yes,” you say. “Rebecca, drop your panties and bend over that chair. Our first touch is going to be my cock entering your...
Vagina.”
Anus.”
“I see,” says Charlotte, nodding. Her eyes begin to well up with tears, but she blinks them back and purses her lips. “So it’s over between us. Very well. Perhaps you would indulge me by giving me one final instruction before we part?”
“Sure!” you say. “What kind of instruction?”
“Tell me what I should do now,” replies Charlotte. “Where should I live? What job should I get?”
You look at her, startled. She seems serious, so you think for a moment, then say, “Charlotte, I want you to...
Become Adolf’s sex slave.”
Take that stripping job.”
Become a prostitute.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “But I’m ... I’m not on the pill yet,” she says.
“Then this may be risky,” you tell her. “Are you willing to take that risk?”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s vulva. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work the Vaseline around her labia and vaginal opening.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s vagina. It slides in smoothly, and Rebecca gasps. “Oh God!” she whispers.
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her vagina, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
THE END
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “I’ve never had anal sex before,” she says.
“Good!” you say. “I’m glad I can at least take your anal virginity.”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s exposed anus. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work generous quantities of Vaseline around her anal sphincter.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s anus. Rebecca winces as the tight ring of muscle begins to expand and open up. “Try to relax it,” Charlotte says. “Even strain a little, like you’re beginning to do a poo. Don’t, obviously, go too far with that though!”
Rebecca exhales heavily, and the head of your penis begins to slide in more easily. Once it is through her anus, the rest of your shaft sinks deep into her rectum, until your hips come to rest against her buttocks. Rebecca gasps. “Oh God, this feels so weird!” she whispers. “Nice though...”
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca’s rectum full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her anus, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
THE END
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Charlotte smirks. “That should be fun,” she says. “You realise of course that we’ll still get to see each other...”
You nod. “And, possibly, still have sex occasionally.” You turn to Rebecca. “How would you feel about that?”
Rebecca thinks for a moment, then nods. “Surprisingly, I’m okay with that. It’ll help me feel less guilty about breaking you up. And I’m sort of expecting that I’ll be having sex with lots of other men pretty soon, so I suppose it’s only fair...”
Charlotte smiles. “Would you lube up his cock and guide it into my vagina?” she asks.
Rebecca blushes. “Um,” she says, “yes, I believe I’d be happy to do that.”
“Cool!” you say happily. “I’m starting to anticipate all kinds of orgies with the two of you and a bunch of men.”
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte. “But that, of course, will be entirely up to Adolf, my new master.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you both this evening.” She kisses you on the lips. “Bye Sweetie.”
“Bye,” you say as she walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte nods. “That seems appropriate,” she says. “I’ll call Dickie Brewer right away. And where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and sleazy,” you say. “A run-down flat in a crime-ridden neighbourhood.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “You’re hoping I’ll get raped, perhaps?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Is that possible?”
Charlotte smirks. “I suppose not. Anyone can fuck me.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “That’s so wonderfully ... slutty!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you at the club sometime.”
“It’s very possible,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “I’ll give you both a very naughty lap-dance.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte shivers. “Wow,” she says. “Well I’m not sure how best to go about that, exactly, but I can find out ... and I suppose it’s a fitting career for me. So, where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and disgusting,” you say. “A cockroach-infested flat in the city’s worst neighbourhood.”
“Ugh,” says Charlotte, shuddering. “That sounds perfect. I’ll do my best to find such a place.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “You’re so brave, Charlotte!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime in my roach-infested flat. Both of you would be welcome.”
“Thank you – I’m sure we’ll take you up on that,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “And the sex will be free, of course.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “Once you’ve seen your dad, we’ll take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex...
In my room.”
In my friend Colin’s room, while Colin and my other friend Adolf watch.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Oh my gosh!” she says. “Dad’ll freak! He’ll expel you for sure!”
“Hmm,” you say, thinking quickly. “Not if we play it right...” You describe your plan to her in detail, as she giggles and nods excitedly.
Taking a deep breath, Rebecca heads into her father’s office. You wait for another two minutes, then you knock on the door. You hear some words exchanged inside, and then the professor’s voice calling, “Come in!”
You enter, saying, “Professor Daniels, I just wanted to thank you so much for letting me stay – I promise I’ll be ... oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you had company.”
“Oh my gosh, it’s you!” exclaims Rebecca, jumping out of a chair in excitement.
“You know this lad?” inquires the professor, frowning.
“Of course I do!” says Rebecca. “Well, by reputation anyway. He and his girlfriend Charlotte are total legends! The wildest couple on campus!”
“That’s not a good thing!” says her father sternly.
“Yes, well, actually Charlotte’s no longer my girlfriend,” you say with a sigh. “We just broke up.”
“You did?” says Rebecca, her eyes widening.
“Yes,” you say. “And the professor’s right. Charlotte and I got way too crazy – we were out of control. I need to be with someone normal, serious and conventional.”
“Someone like me?” says Rebecca brightly.
“What?” you and the professor say together.
“Sorry, but I’m a huge fan of yours, and I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you walked in,” says Rebecca, walking over to you. She throws her arms around your neck and plants her lips on yours.
“Rebecca!” exclaims the professor, shocked. “Stop that at once!”
The kiss is lovely; Rebecca’s lips are soft, warm, and moist, and as her tongue presses between your lips, you open your mouth and close your eyes. Her tongue swirls around yours, and you can feel her huge breasts squishing up against your chest.
“Rebecca, stop this at once!” cries the professor, outraged.
You pull back from the kiss, affecting a shocked expression. “God, wow ... sorry ... I think I should leave immediately,” you say.
“Please do!” thunders the professor. As you hurry out of the room and close the door, you hear him say, “Young lady, you’ve got some explaining to do!”
You chuckle to yourself. Rebecca should be safe enough from expulsion, if not from a stern paternal lecture. And this evening, after you and she have eaten dinner at your halls of residence, you plan to fuck her both vaginally and anally ... and then introduce her to Colin and Adolf, in as skimpy an outfit as you can persuade her to wear. She is aware of this plan, and is excited by it. She has even agreed that, if Adolf tries to take off her panties, she will let him.
You sigh happily. Today is the beginning of a whole new adventure...
THE END
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you in a moment then.”
She heads into her father’s office, and you sit down and wait for her. When she emerges, five minutes later, you and she head outside and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where she shyly undresses for you. Her naked body is surprisingly gorgeous – not slim like Charlotte’s, but curvaceous and beautifully proportioned, and her breasts, though enormous, hold up very well without a bra.
She bends over your bed and spreads her feet apart. You pull down your trousers and boxers, then you open up your jar of Vaseline and slather a ton of it on to your erect penis. Positioning yourself behind Rebecca, you press the tip of your cock against her anus. After some initial resistance, it slides in with relative ease, and soon you are buried in her rectum.
“God ... that feels good!” gasps Rebecca.
You begin to fuck her, and she utters little moans of pleasure as you rhythmically thrust your erection in and out. The sensation is intense, and it does not take you long to reach orgasm. You groan as you climax inside her, pumping your semen into her bowels.
Then you climb into bed together, share a tender first kiss, and cuddle for a while.
“We only just met, but I already feel so comfortable with you,” you tell Rebecca. “I feel like there’s no awkwardness at all. It certainly wasn’t like this with Charlotte at first.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “I feel the same way,” she says. “I think this was meant to be.”
You smile. “Want to come and meet my friends?”
“Adolf and Colin?” she asks. She shivers nervously. “Absolutely.”
“Would you be willing to go and meet them wearing only a t-shirt and panties?” you inquire.
Rebecca hesitates only for a moment. “Yes,” she says. “Do you think Adolf will feel me up, though?”
“He might try,” you acknowledge. “If he does, do you want me to stop him?”
Rebecca shivers. “No, that’s okay,” she says. “And I won’t stop him, either. And if he tries to take off my t-shirt and panties, I’ll let him do that too.”
You kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m so glad we found each other – I think this could be the beginning of an amazing relationship.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “Me too.”
THE END
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you in a moment then.”
She heads into her father’s office, and you sit down and wait for her. When she emerges, five minutes later, you and she head outside and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where you fetch your Vaseline while she glances around at the posters on your walls. Then, to your surprise, Rebecca says, “I think I’m a little overdressed to meet your friends.”
“True,” you agree, “and I love that you think so. But you’ll be stripping naked in front of them, so does it matter?”
“I think so,” says Rebecca. “First impressions matter. Colin and Adolf are used to seeing you with Charlotte. I don’t want their first impression of me to be ‘What a frump!’“
“Fair enough,” you say. “Well, feel free to discard as much of your clothing as you like.”
Rebecca smiles shyly as she kicks off her shoes, then unzips her jeans and begins to pull them down. Her panties are pink and made of cotton. She removes her socks as well as her jeans, and then she hoists her jumper and t-shirt up over her head together.
Standing in front of you in just her bra and panties, she bites her lip anxiously. “What do you think?” she asks.
“Beautiful!” you say, and you mean it. She is not slim like Charlotte, but her generous curves are very nicely proportioned, and her waist is surprisingly slender. Also, her breasts are huge. “What cup size is that bra, anyway?” you inquire in great curiosity.
“G,” says Rebecca, looking a little embarrassed. “Do you like them? I realise I’m quite a different shape from Charlotte.”
“Your breasts are amazing!” you assure her. “Wow. I love your body!”
She smiles with relief. “Thank you,” she says. “They hold up pretty well too, you know, without a bra.”
“I’ll need a demonstration of that,” you tell her.
She laughs. “All right,” she says. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and takes it off her shoulders. As she pulls the cups away from her breasts, she says, “Ta-daa!”
“Wow, you were right!” you say appreciatively. “Fantastic! Now come on – I can’t wait to show you off to Adolf and Colin!” She begins to put her bra back on, but you shake your head. “Leave the bra here – you look amazing in just your panties.”
Rebecca reluctantly drops the bra, and follows you out of your room. You knock on Colin’s door, walk in, and say, “Hi chaps.”
As Rebecca nervously walks into the room, Adolf and Colin stare at her. “Whoa!” says Adolf. “Look at the tits on that!”
“Who’s this?” Colin asks you, looking puzzled. “Where’s Charlotte?”
“Charlotte got expelled, and we’re no longer together,” you say. “This is my new girlfriend, Rebecca.”
“Hi,” says Rebecca shyly.
“How the fuck do you manage it, dude?” inquires Adolf. “You’re like a sex god or something.”
“Rebecca and I haven’t had sex yet,” you say. “We thought the two of you might like to watch our first time.”
“Totally!” says Adolf, grinning eagerly. He gets up and walks over to Rebecca, whose eyes widen at his approach. Then she gasps as he grabs her breasts with his hands – something you have not even done yourself yet. “Nice!” he says. Then he reaches down and slips his hand down inside the front of her panties, making her squeal.
“Adolf,” you say in amusement, “I can’t believe you’re fingering my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her.”
Adolf detaches his lips from Rebecca’s right nipple long enough to say, “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man?” He starts pulling Rebecca’s panties down with his left hand, while thrusting two fingers of his right hand in and out of her vagina.
“Adolf, you’re incorrigible!” you chuckle.
“Here, love, lie down on Colin’s bed, there’s a good girl,” says Adolf.
Rebecca gives you a rather anxious, questioning look, but you nod reassuringly, so she steps out of her panties, walks over to the bed, and lies down on her back.
Adolf takes hold of her ankles and lifts them up. “Bend your knees,” he says. When she does so, he pushes her knees up against her breasts, and outwards, spreading her thighs wide apart. “You don’t mind if I warm her up for you, do you mate?” he asks, before planting his face in Rebecca’s pussy and sticking his tongue into her vagina. Rebecca arches her back and moans softly.
You sit down and watch Adolf with a mixture of indignation and arousal. You are prepared to intervene if Adolf’s attentions become too much for Rebecca, but it looks like she is starting to enjoy herself, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.
Once he sees that Rebecca is getting aroused, Adolf kneels up, unzips his jeans, and pulls them down to his knees along with his boxer shorts.
“Hey!” you say as he dredges up and splits into his hand a large quantity of phlegmy saliva, which he rubs all over his erection. “You can’t fuck her before I do!”
“Fine,” says Adolf, rolling his eyes. “I’ll just rub my cock against her pussy for a bit.” He pushes the head of his penis between her labia and begins to rub it up and down, from her clitoris to the opening of her vagina. Rebecca watches this in wide-eyed fascination. Then Adolf pauses, with the head of his cock resting against her vaginal opening. With his eyes gleaming, he starts to push it inside.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“Sorry,” says Adolf, with a mischievous grin, and he slides his penis all the way inside Rebecca.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Oh no!” cries Rebecca. “I’m not on the pill yet, you know!”
“Really? Awesome!” says Adolf, as he lies down on top of her and starts fucking her rapidly. “I’m going to get you pregnant ... um, what’s your name again?”
“Rebecca!” says Rebecca breathlessly. “Can you at least pull out before you come inside me please?”
“Too late!” groans Adolf, shuddering as he presses his penis as deep inside her as possible. “Ohhh ... there it goes ... swim, my little sperms!”
“All right, you horrid little man,” you say, getting to your feet. “Out of the way, please. Time for me to take Rebecca’s anal virginity.”
“Okay but just a minute,” says Adolf. He plants his lips against Rebecca’s, sticking his tongue into her mouth as he massages her breasts with his hands and resumes thrusting gently inside her. You are not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed that Rebecca is responding to the kiss with some enthusiasm.
You grab Adolf’s shoulder and pull him off Rebecca; his penis pops out of her vagina, which starts to leak his semen. Rebecca turns over and gets on to her hands and knees, and you get into position behind her, unzipping and pulling down your jeans. Lubricating her anus and your penis with Vaseline, you press the head of your cock against her tight orifice, and begin to push it slowly inside. Soon you are buried up to the hilt in her rectum. You start to thrust inside her as she moans with pleasure.
Five minutes later, you climax inside her, your vision clouding as you pump your semen into her bowels. “Oh God!” you gasp.
“She’s a great fuck, isn’t she mate?” says Adolf cheerfully.
You sigh happily as you lay your head down on Rebecca’s shoulders and reach beneath her to squeeze her ample breasts. “That she is, Adolf,” you murmur. “That she is.”
THE END
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “Once you’re done with your dad, we’ll take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex in my room.”
“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you in a moment then.”
She heads into her father’s office, and you sit down and wait for her. When she emerges, five minutes later, you and she head outside and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
As you walk with Rebecca towards Juniper Hall after your meal, you hear a very familiar voice hailing you.
“Hello, you two!” says Charlotte, trotting up the path behind you. “I’m just on my way up to see Adolf.” She is completely naked, and carrying her bag.
“Cool!” you say. “Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when you tell him you’re now his sex slave!”
Charlotte shrugs. “So come with me. You can introduce them to Rebecca.”
You chuckle. “Sounds like fun,” you say, “but Rebecca and I are about to initiate our relationship with some nice anal sex.”
“You can’t do that in Colin’s room?” inquires Charlotte. “You know how much fun it is to have an audience.”
“True,” you admit. “It would be a wonderfully kinky way to begin our relationship. What do you think, Rebecca?”
Rebecca shivers. “I’m not sure,” she says. “Is Adolf likely to try and grope me?”
Charlotte laughs. “You should be safe enough in that outfit,” she says. “I suspect his focus will be mainly on me.”
You enter Juniper Hall and head for the lift. “I suppose I must look like a frightful frump to you two,” says Rebecca. “I don’t want to be, though – it’s just that I’ve been very self-conscious about my breasts ever since they started getting bigger than those of any other of the other girls in my class. And my last boyfriend was no help – he used to tease me about them all the time.”
“Well then,” you say, “let’s stop in my room for a few minutes and see if we can figure out a better outfit for you.”
“I’ll be happy to help,” says Charlotte.
Once in your room, Rebecca looks around at your posters. “You like volcanoes,” she observes.
“Yup,” you say.
“Remember when we used to talk about geology?” says Charlotte, sounding almost wistful.
You nod, smiling. “Seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it?”
Rebecca has just kicked off her shoes and is now unzipping her jeans. As you watch with wide eyes, she pulls them down and steps out of them. Her panties are pink and made of cotton.
“Nice!” you approve.
Next she takes off her jumper, beneath which she is wearing a white t-shirt. It is quite tight around the chest, thanks to her large breasts, and you can faintly make out the outline of a bra beneath.
“T-shirt and panties – not a bad outfit,” says Charlotte. “You’ll have to lose the bra of course – and the socks.”
“I think I can manage that,” says Rebecca. She reaches up inside the back of her t-shirt, unclasps her bra, pulls the strap out of one sleeve and extracts her arm, and finally pulls the bra out of her other sleeve. Then she takes off both socks.
“Better,” says Charlotte. “But oh! I have something that might be better still...” She opens up her bag and pulls out a lacy top. “This was part of this morning’s ‘get past Mum and Dad’ outfit,” she says. “I have a feeling you’ll look pretty spectacular in it. Try it on instead of your t-shirt.”
“I’m not sure it’ll fit,” says Rebecca with a nervous little laugh.
“It’s stretchy,” says Charlotte. “Indulge me?”
Rebecca bites her lip, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Those are some impressive breasts,” says Charlotte, raising an eyebrow. “I’d have expected them to be more ... saggy.”
Rebecca smiles shyly. “I am actually quite proud of how well they hold up without a bra.”
“You should be!” you say, staring in awe. Her breasts are amazing – huge, but with pretty, perfectly round, modest-sized areolas. Her nipples are standing to attention and seem to be calling to your lips.
“Perhaps you should just go into Colin’s room like that,” says Charlotte with a smirk. Then she adds, a little ruefully, “He and Adolf probably won’t even notice me.”
Rebecca laughs. “Thank you,” she says, taking the top from Charlotte, “but I doubt that very much! You’re way prettier than I am, Charlotte, and your body’s a work of art.”
Charlotte grins. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says.
Rebecca manages to get Charlotte’s top on; it stretches a lot and becomes more see-through as she tugs it down over her breasts.
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “It’s kind of squishing you. I think you look better without the top, to be honest.”
“Me too,” you agree.
“You want me to go in there topless?” asks Rebecca nervously.
“Excellent idea!” you say.
Rebecca chuckles as she takes off the top. “Well gosh,” she says, tossing it aside and then tucking her thumbs into the sides of her panties. “Maybe I should just be naked like Charlotte.” She pulls her panties down, and steps out of them.
“Awesome!” you say in delight, staring at her pussy.
Rebecca giggles. “Now let’s hurry up and go, before I change my mind.”
“My goodness, Rebecca,” says Charlotte, putting her arm around Rebecca’s shoulders. “You’re very brave – it took me months to get to the point of wandering around naked!”
You leave your room and head to Colin’s, where you knock on the door and then enter. “Hi chaps,” you say.
As Charlotte and Rebecca enter the room, Adolf and Colin stare in astonishment. “You have TWO naked girlfriends now?” exclaims Colin in disbelief. “How do you do it, mate?”
“Just one, actually,” you say. “And that’s Rebecca here. Rebecca, meet Colin, and Adolf.”
“Hello,” says Rebecca shyly.
Adolf looks puzzled. “Charlotte isn’t your girlfriend anymore?” he inquires.
“We broke up,” says Charlotte, setting her bag down on the floor, “after I got expelled this morning. So now I’m your girlfriend, Adolf – or, to be more accurate, your sex slave.”
Adolf’s jaw drops. “For real?” he says.
Charlotte nods. “I’m yours, now, to do with as you please.”
“Holy shit!” says Adolf. He thinks quickly. “Okay, here’s your first instruction: go and fetch Gavin and Vinny, and anyone else who’s with them. There’s going to be a party in here!”
“Sure,” says Charlotte, and she walks out of the room.
Rebecca is looking a little scared. “Don’t worry,” you say to her gently. “If things get too intense for you, just say my name loudly and I’ll get you out of here immediately.”
Rebecca nods, and smiles. “So, are we going to have anal sex now?”
“Yes!” you say. “Absolutely. Oh, but I forgot the lube. Wait right here – I’ll fetch it from my room.”
“No need,” says Adolf, opening up Charlotte’s bag. He pulls out her little jar of Vaseline and opens it. Then he grins. “Lie down on the bed, Rebecca, and I’ll lube you up for your boyfriend.”
You chuckle. “Adolf, you’re incorrigible. I’ll do the lubing, thanks – I don’t want you molesting my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her!”
Adolf stares at you. “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man? Have you seen those sweet lips?”
“We thought it would be cool if we started off our physical relationship with anal sex,” you say.
“Aha!” says Adolf. “Then you shouldn’t touch her with your hands before you stick your cock up her arse, right? Which means you’ll need someone else to lube her up – i.e. me.”
“Flawless logic,” you remark grudgingly, “except she’s quite capable of applying the Vaseline herself.”
“Not if I hold on to this jar, she can’t,” says Adolf.
“Then I’ll fetch my own,” you say.
“Spoil-sport,” says Adolf, pouting. “Can’t I please lube her up for you?”
You laugh. “Well, I don’t know – Rebecca, would you mind if Adolf applies the lube?”
Rebecca blushes. “I think I can handle that,” she says. She gets on to the bed on her hands and knees.
“Excellent,” says Adolf, hurriedly taking off his shoes, jeans and boxer shorts. He climbs on to the bed behind Rebecca, clutching his erection in one hand and the Vaseline in the other.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” you ask. “You don’t need your cock out for this!”
“Just getting ready for the party,” says Adolf, grinning. He scoops out a large glob of Vaseline and presses it between Rebecca’s buttocks. Then he begins to rub it slowly up and down, coating her anus and the surrounding area, then working his way down over her vaginal opening to her labia and clitoris. Rebecca moans softly and arches her back a little in response.
Seeing that she is starting to enjoy herself, you take a seat and watch Adolf’s ministrations in amusement. He is certainly being thorough, and Rebecca seems to be appreciating it. When he slips two fingers into Rebecca’s vagina, she gasps, but does not object, and even sinks down on to her elbows, giving him easier access.
Then, without warning, Adolf presses the tip of his erection against Rebecca’s vaginal opening, and slides it all the way in. Rebecca gasps, and you leap to your feet. “Adolf!” you exclaim.
“I know, I know,” says Adolf. “And I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist!” He begins fucking Rebecca in earnest.
“I’m not on the pill!” says Rebecca urgently.
“Ooh, that makes it even more exciting!” says Adolf, fucking her even harder. Rebecca starts moaning in time to his thrusts, and you sit back down with a sigh of resignation.
Then, abruptly, Adolf pulls out. “Turn over,” he says to Rebecca. “I want to do you missionary-style.”
Rebecca looks over at you with a slightly worried expression, but you smile at her and gesture that you are okay with what is happening. Reassured, she rolls on to her back, and shivers as Adolf enters her again. As he fucks her, he kisses her on the lips; she reluctantly responds, and the two of them swap saliva for a minute or so. Then Adolf groans, arching his back and pressing his penis as deep as possible inside her while undoubtedly spewing gobs of semen up against her cervix.
“Can I have a go?” asks Colin, as Adolf collapses, panting, on top of Rebecca. You cannot help noticing that Colin is not addressing this question to Rebecca, or even to yourself, but to Adolf.
“Sure thing mate!” says Adolf, climbing off Rebecca.
“Good grief, chaps,” you say, “don’t forget she’s MY girlfriend!”
“Well yeah, but you let us fuck Charlotte whenever we wanted,” says Colin.
“True, but I had already fucked her myself, many times,” you point out. “I haven’t even kissed Rebecca yet!”
“Um ... so can I or can’t I?” inquires Colin, his thumbs in the sides of his shorts.
You chuckle, and shrug. “Fine by me,” you say, “as long as Rebecca wants you to. If she asks you to fuck her, then go ahead. Otherwise, nope.”
Colin turns to Rebecca, who is currently lying naked on his bed with her legs spread wide apart. She thinks for a few moments, then she bites her lip, and says bravely, “Fuck me, Colin.”
Colin gleefully pulls down his shorts and underpants together, then he climbs on top of Rebecca and sinks his chubby penis into her vagina.
While he is thrusting inside her, the door opens and in walks Charlotte with Gavin, Vinny, and several other lads. “Looks like the party’s started already!” exclaims Vinny, staring at Colin and Rebecca. “Rock and roll!”
“Uh-oh,” you murmur, thinking to yourself that it might now be a while before you get your anal fuck with Rebecca.
To her credit, though, no matter how many penises are thrust into her vagina and anus over the course of the next two hours, Rebecca never once calls out your name for rescue. Perhaps this is because she is watching Charlotte, who is perfectly comfortable and happy being repeatedly double- and even triple-teamed.
By the time the party winds down, Rebecca’s vagina and rectum are both awash in so much semen that you decide against taking a turn yourself. You lead her to your room and put her to bed; like Charlotte, she lives with her parents, but they are far less strict and she has no curfew.
The next morning she showers and cleans herself out, and then, back in your room, you finally fuck her anus. Afterwards you enjoy your first kiss with her, before taking her down to breakfast, for which she wears nothing but a pair of panties. She seems to be revelling in her new-found sexuality, and you are very happy that she is your new girlfriend.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte finally enters the room, after everyone else, she furtively ducks into your row and sits down next to you, grinning mischievously. You are delighted and amazed to see that she is wearing nothing at all except for one of her skimpy, sheer white thongs. She smiles at you and says, “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Love the outfit.”
“Glad you approve,” she replies, with a little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – this will probably be my last day!”
“You’re still going to try to get away with it, though?” you inquire.
Charlotte nods. “If there’s any chance at all, then yes. I’ll do my best.” She rests her forearm on the bench in front of her, and slouches low so that her breasts are hidden from the professor’s view. “Hopefully he’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top,” she mutters.
The strategy seems to work, for the professor, despite giving her a curious glance, does not investigate further before launching into the lecture.
A few minutes later, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her naked breast.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it and playing with her nipple. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand further over, to play with her other breast.
Charlotte does not seem to mind this at all. She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte stares at you. “That’s quite a gamble!” she says. “Unless you’ve decided that now’s the time for me to get kicked out…”
“Perhaps the professor will be cool about it,” you say hopefully.
“I suppose we’ll find out shortly,” says Charlotte. She sits up straight, fully exposing her breasts to the professor and any students in front of you who happen to look behind them.
It does not take long for the professor to notice. He pauses mid-sentence, staring at Charlotte in astonishment, then he grins and resumes talking as if nothing untoward had occurred.
“Told you he’d be cool,” you whisper, and Charlotte giggles quietly.
So as not to tempt fate, Charlotte goes back to slouching low for the third lecture of the morning. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte grins. “Why not?” she murmurs. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while completely naked.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “Me too,” she murmurs. Then, a moment later, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her little jar of Vaseline. “Here, take this,” she says. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she eases herself off her seat and gets down onto her hands and knees.
You eagerly take up a kneeling position behind her, and you pull her thong down to her knees. Taking out your erection and lubricating it with the Vaseline, you plunge it deep into Charlotte’s warm vagina. She moans softly as you begin to thrust in and out of her.
The professor glances up towards the back of the room, but you preempt him by turning your upper body towards the front and feigning a look of mild interest. Then, when he turns away again, you turn back towards Charlotte and resume vigorously fucking her.
After a couple of minutes, you lube up Charlotte’s anal sphincter, then you take your penis out of her vagina and plunge it deep into her rectum. You fuck her anus powerfully for a few minutes, pausing occasionally to turn and feign interest when the professor glances up at you. Then, with your orgasm approaching, you pull out and slide your erection back into Charlotte’s vagina.
You pace yourself, timing your climax to coincide with Charlotte’s. She shudders as she hits her orgasm, but fortunately manages to keep relatively quiet. Even so, a few curious glances are directed your way by students in front of you. You angle your torso toward the front and pretend nothing is amiss, while your penis finishes spurting semen up against Charlotte’s cervix.
A few moments later you pull out of Charlotte, tug her thong up into place, and help her back into her seat. Her cheeks are very flushed and she is smiling happily. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was lovely!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte nods. “Of course, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte nods. “Sure,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shrugs. “Not great,” she admits. “Dad and I keep getting into religious arguments, and he doesn’t like how ‘racy’ my clothes have been getting. On Sunday he totally freaked out at me for wearing a microskirt to church.”
“Wow,” you say. “I’m sorry.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and soon you have stripped off her thong.
Naked, Charlotte smiles at you. “Someone could come along at any moment,” she murmurs.
“I know,” you say, “and that’s why...
We should have sex immediately.”
I want you to go upstairs and flaunt your nudity at someone.”
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte seems happy to lie down with you and make out. To your delight, she does not raise any objection when you suck on her nipples, nor when you slide your hand into the front of her thong and stroke her pussy with your fingers.
After a few minutes, you begin tugging her thong down, and she lifts her bottom off the grass a little to make it easier for you. Pulling the flimsy garment over her feet, you toss it aside and then pull Charlotte’s knees apart.
“What now?” she asks, rather wide-eyed.
You grin and say, “Now...
I’m going to fuck you, right here in front of everyone.”
I want you to show off your vagina to everyone who walks by.”
Charlotte shivers. “Risky!” she whispers back. “But fun. I’ll do it, of course.”
She tugs her thong down, and kicks it off her feet. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she gets up and walks, naked, along the row of seats towards the aisle. When she reaches the door, she turns around, treating you to a lovely view of her breasts and pussy. She gives you a little wave and a naughty grin, then she slips through the door and out of sight. You look around; nobody has noticed Charlotte’s departure.
Three or four minutes later, Charlotte returns, peeking through the window and choosing her moment carefully before in the door and coming in. She makes it all the way back to you unnoticed, and she gives you a kiss. “That was fun!” she says, as she pulls her thong back on.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right Sweetie,” she says, “but this time, I’m driving. Lie down on your back.”
You wait until the professor is not looking, then you hoist your legs up and lie down across the seats as Charlotte scoots forwards to make room. She takes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag, unzips you and frees your penis, then she thoroughly lubes you up until your erection is both rock-hard and slippery.
Then, pulling her thong down, Charlotte shuffles over until she is squatting in front of your loins. She reaches between her legs to grab your cock, then, slowly lowering herself down, she guides it into her vagina.
Having impaled herself on you, she calmly resumes taking notes. You cannot see the professor from where you are lying, but you guess that he might be currently facing the students. When, a minute later, Charlotte starts to bounce up and down on you, you surmise that the Professor has turned back to his board.
It is a slow, frustrating, but ultimately rewarding fuck. Charlotte climaxes first, but she keeps bouncing until you groan and shoot your semen up into the recesses of her vagina.
Charlotte dismounts a minute later, and you tuck yourself away and sit up. You watch as Charlotte pulls up her thong, then you grin at her as she turns and winks at you.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and they stare at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina. Then Neil says, “Can I have a go?”
“Sure,” you reply, pulling your fingers out of your girlfriend. Neil inserts two of his own fingers into Charlotte’s moist dark orifice, and Charlotte moans softly as he begins to slide them rhythmically in and out.
“Me next!” says Roddy eagerly, after a couple of minutes of watching Neil bringing Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm.
“All right,” chuckles Neil. He removes his fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, then slides one of them into her anus, making her gasp. Then Roddy pushes the index and middle fingers of his right hand into her vagina, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her.
It is not long before Charlotte reaches her orgasm, moaning into her crooked elbow. Pulling their fingers out of her, Neil and Roddy high-five each other and return to their workstation, while Charlotte, panting, bends down to pull up her thong.
“Did you enjoy that?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh my God, yes!” says Charlotte, sighing happily. “Thank you.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she reaches over to her bag to retrieve her little jar of Vaseline. “Here!” she whispers. “This’ll help.”
You grin and quickly lubricate your erection, before sinking it deep into Charlotte’s vagina. You glance over at Neil and Roddy as you begin thrusting inside her; they are staring at you with a mixture of awe and astonishment.
Knowing Owen is constantly on the prowl, you fuck Charlotte hard and fast, trying to get to your climax as quickly as possible. Fortunately you manage to reach orgasm before he appears, and you groan with pleasure as you grasp Charlotte’s hips and press your loins hard against her bottom, spurting your semen deep inside her.
Seeing the top of Owen’s head looming close, you hurriedly withdraw from Charlotte’s vagina and tuck your penis away. Charlotte tugs her thong up, then she turns around and gives you a deep kiss as Neil and Roddy applaud quietly a few feet away.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy and breasts.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning, he reaches up and grasps her left breast with his left hand, while his right hand reaches down to cup her pussy. Charlotte smiles, and you say…
“Charlotte, why don’t you get on your knees and give Neil a nice blow-job?”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Charlotte, be a good girl and bend over so Neil can fuck you.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus – much to the driver’s delight – that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of male attention. As you are queuing for your food, many opportunistic male hands grope Charlotte’s breasts and buttocks, and she does absolutely nothing to discourage them.
When the two of you sit down at a table, Charlotte says, with a little giggle, “Ooh, I do love getting groped!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte grins, and fishes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag. She hands it to you, then she lies down on the carpet and spreads her legs for you. You unzip your jeans, take out your erection, and lube it up thoroughly. Then you lie down on top of Charlotte, and, with a sigh of contentment, slide your hard penis deep inside her.
Despite her earlier concern about someone passing by, Charlotte purrs with pleasure as she wraps her legs around you, and seems quite happy for you to take it slowly, allowing her arousal to build at the same rate as your own. Ten minutes later, you climax together while muffling the sounds of your ecstatic moans in each other’s shoulder. After cuddling together for a few precious moments, you climb off Charlotte so that she can get dressed.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte gulps, but she looks excited. “Okay!” she says.
In the middle of this floor of the library are several tables, some of which are occupied by studying students. Professor Higgins, who usually spends her lunches in the library, is reading a newspaper in an armchair in the corner. There is no way for you and Charlotte to get to the lift without being seen by any number of these people.
The stairs, however, can be reached a little more safely, by skirting around the backs of the rows of bookshelves in the physical sciences and biological sciences sections. Only the very foot of the stairs is visible from the tables in the middle of the room. You and Charlotte manage to reach the stairs without being seen, and you hurry up them to the next floor.
It is much less busy up here. The only people you see are four geeky-looking lads playing a board game at a table in the far corner.
“It’s Wally and his mates,” you say. “They’ll be more than happy to see you. Come on.” As you approach the young men, you grin. “Hi chaps!”
Four jaws drop in unison. “Whoa!” says Wally, staring at Charlotte.
“Hi,” says Justin, by far the most laid-back of the four.
You chuckle, and say,
“Mind if we join your game?”
“Who wants to fuck my girlfriend?”
“Okay!” says Charlotte excitedly.
You fish out from her bag her little jar of Vaseline, which you use to lubricate her pussy and vagina, gleefully and liberally. Then, taking your erect penis out of your jeans, you lie down on top of Charlotte and ease yourself slowly inside her.
“God, we’re completely insane for doing this!” gasps Charlotte as she wraps her legs around your back.
You begin fucking her, but it is not long before a small crowd of spectators gathers around you on the grass. “Have you two lost your minds?” demands one young woman. “You’re going to get yourselves kicked out of university!”
“It’s ... a risk!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “But trust me ... the thrill ... is amazing!”
Your audience shields you from the view of a couple of faculty members who walk by during the next few minutes, but then your luck runs out as the crowd attracts the attention of sociology professor Davina Bainbridge. She pushes through the wall of spectators, and gasps in horror as she sees you energetically fucking Charlotte.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims. “Get up, the pair of you, and get yourselves over to the Principal’s office! You two are in big trouble!”
“Oh shit,” you mutter as you pull out of Charlotte. You tuck yourself back into your jeans, zip up, and get to your feet.
“I’m going to call Professor Daniels right now,” says Professor Bainbridge, “so he’ll be expecting you!” She turns and marches away.
“Bummer!” says one of your spectators, as the others disperse. “No more shows like this, then, I’m guessing?”
“Looks that way,” you reply glumly as you help Charlotte to her feet. “Come on then, my darling – let’s go and face the music.”
Charlotte picks up her thong and puts it back on, and then you walk hand in hand with her across the campus to the university’s administrative offices. There, you find the Principal’s office, and knock.
“Come in!”
You and Charlotte enter, and stand together in front of the professor’s desk like naughty schoolchildren.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Charlotte up and down. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Charlotte, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“I’m an exhibitionist,” says Charlotte unabashedly.
“Hmm, yes, that much is clear,” says the professor. “And this young man has been encouraging your adventures, I gather. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to expel you both. I’m sure this comes as no surprise to either of you.”
“It doesn’t, and I understand,” says Charlotte. “However, I am the only exhibitionist here. If you expel me, there is no need to expel my boyfriend. He won’t get into any trouble without me, whereas the converse would not be true.”
The professor raises his eyebrows, and turns to you. “Would you agree with that?” he asks.
“Yes, I’d say that’s probably true,” you say. “I have no desire to flash my own bits around campus.”
The professor shakes his head. “Sorry, but you’ve broken numerous rules in any case...”
“Professor, may I speak to you privately?” Charlotte interrupts him.
The professor looks wary, but nods. “All right,” he says.
You look at Charlotte, and she smiles. “Just wait outside, Sweetie,” she says. “I’ll fix this.”
“Okay, if you say so,” you reply.
You leave the professor’s office, closing the door behind you, and take a seat in the waiting room outside. A mousy-looking, dark-haired girl in her late teens is sitting there, watching you curiously. She is dressed rather frumpily, but her baggy jumper cannot hide the fact that she has impressively large breasts.
“Hi there,” you say.
“Hi,” she responds shyly.
You sit down and take out your phone. A couple of minutes later, the girl says, “So, you and Charlotte finally got into trouble?”
“You know about us?” you inquire in surprise.
She nods. “Well, you two are kind of famous around campus,” she says. “There’s even a popular YouTube channel devoted to videos of the two of you.” Then, with her cheeks reddening, she adds, “Apparently.”
“There is?” you say, wide-eyed. “Wow. Well, it’s been a lot of fun, but it seems like it’s all over. That old fogey in there...”
“...Is my dad,” says the girl.
“That super-nice gentleman in there,” you continue, “has expelled us. Charlotte’s making a case for me to stay, but she’s definitely out.”
“Oh!” says the girl. Her expression turns thoughtful. “I ... I’m Rebecca, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” you reply.
Rebecca’s expression turns wistful. “Charlotte’s incredibly brave, isn’t she? So confident and uninhibited. I wish I could be a little more like her...”
You chuckle, and say,
“Stick to your studies, Rebecca.”
“Sounds like you just need an encouraging boyfriend.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte with a shy smile. She spreads her legs wide, then reaches down to her pussy with her hands and pulls her labia apart, exposing every detail of her genitalia. Two women pass by, gasp in horror, and hurry on their way with averted eyes.
Then another woman appears, and the colour drains from your cheeks as you recognise her as a faculty member: sociology professor Davina Bainbridge.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims. “Stop that disgusting display, young lady! And get up, the pair of you, and get yourselves over to the Principal’s office! You two are in big trouble!”
“Oh shit,” you mutter as you get to your feet.
“I’m going to call Professor Daniels right now,” says Professor Bainbridge, “so he’ll be expecting you!” She turns and marches away.
“Oops,” says Charlotte, pulling on her thong. “Looks like our luck finally ran out.”
“Looks that way,” you reply glumly as you help her to her feet. “Come on then, my darling – let’s go and face the music.”
The two of you walk hand in hand across the campus to the university’s administrative offices. There, you find the Principal’s office, and knock.
“Come in!”
You and Charlotte enter, and stand together in front of the professor’s desk like naughty schoolchildren.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Charlotte up and down. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Charlotte, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“I’m an exhibitionist,” says Charlotte unabashedly.
“Hmm, yes, that much is clear,” says the professor. “And this young man has been encouraging your adventures, I gather. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to expel you both. I’m sure this comes as no surprise to either of you.”
“It doesn’t, and I understand,” says Charlotte. “However, I am the only exhibitionist here. If you expel me, there is no need to expel my boyfriend. He won’t get into any trouble without me, whereas the converse would not be true.”
The professor raises his eyebrows, and turns to you. “Would you agree with that?” he asks.
“Yes, I’d say that’s probably true,” you say. “I have no desire to flash my own bits around campus.”
The professor shakes his head. “Sorry, but you’ve broken numerous rules in any case...”
“Professor, may I speak to you privately?” Charlotte interrupts him.
The professor looks wary, but nods. “All right,” he says.
You look at Charlotte, and she smiles. “Just wait outside, Sweetie,” she says. “I’ll fix this.”
“Okay, if you say so,” you reply.
You leave the professor’s office, closing the door behind you, and take a seat in the waiting room outside. A mousy-looking, dark-haired girl in her late teens is sitting there, watching you curiously. She is dressed rather frumpily, but her baggy jumper cannot hide the fact that she has impressively large breasts.
“Hi there,” you say.
“Hi,” she responds shyly.
You sit down and take out your phone. A couple of minutes later, the girl says, “So, you and Charlotte finally got into trouble?”
“You know about us?” you inquire in surprise.
She nods. “Well, you two are kind of famous around campus,” she says. “There’s even a popular YouTube channel devoted to videos of the two of you.” Then, with her cheeks reddening, she adds, “Apparently.”
“There is?” you say, wide-eyed. “Wow. Well, it’s been a lot of fun, but it seems like it’s all over. That old fogey in there...”
“...Is my dad,” says the girl.
“That super-nice gentleman in there,” you continue, “has expelled us. Charlotte’s making a case for me to stay, but she’s definitely out.”
“Oh!” says the girl. Her expression turns thoughtful. “I ... I’m Rebecca, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” you reply.
Rebecca’s expression turns wistful. “Charlotte’s incredibly brave, isn’t she? So confident and uninhibited. I wish I could be a little more like her...”
You chuckle, and say,
“Stick to your studies, Rebecca.”
“Sounds like you just need an encouraging boyfriend.”
Without hesitation, Charlotte drops to her knees and unzips Neil’s jeans. Reaching inside, she retrieves his erect penis and begins sucking on it, bobbing her rhythmically while you and Roddy watch, spellbound. Neil closes his eyes and utters little grunts of pleasure.
Five minutes later, he gasps and stiffens, then he clutches the back of Charlotte’s head and jerks his loins, clearly in the throes of orgasm. Charlotte swallows, and swallows again, and then she continues to suck on Neil’s softening penis for over a minute afterwards.
“Wow!” says Neil, finally pulling his penis out of Charlotte’s mouth and tucking it away. “That was brilliant. Thanks Charlotte!”
“You’re welcome,” says Charlotte, pulling up her thong as she gets to her feet.
Neil and Roddy return to their places, and all of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Then he stops and says, “Bend over, Charlotte – I’m going to fuck you.”
With a little squeal of excitement, Charlotte immediately turns around and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet well apart and arching her back. Neil grins as he takes his erect penis out of his jeans. Lubricating it with his saliva, he positions it at the opening of her vagina, and then slowly sinks it in. When it is completely buried, he begins to thrust it rhythmically in and out of her.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer, looking for signs of trouble. But nobody else seems to have noticed anything, and Owen is busy helping someone on the other side of the lab with their assignment.
Neil is by now fucking Charlotte so vigorously that she is biting her own shoulder in an attempt to stop herself from moaning too loudly. Neil’s stamina is impressive; he maintains this breathtaking pace for more than five minutes, then actually speeds up as he approaches his orgasm.
Charlotte squeals and shudders as she comes to her own climax first. Then Neil, groaning in ecstasy, unloads his semen deep inside Charlotte’s vagina. Panting, he pulls out of her and tucks his penis away, then he returns to his workstation with Roddy, while a rather breathless Charlotte pulls her thong back up.
“God, he’s good!” she gasps.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Wally. He and Alan shuffle apart on one side of the table, and Charlotte sits down between them; Robbie and Justin make room for you on the other side.
The lads are in the middle of a game of Carcassonne, but they scrap it and restart. You and Charlotte join in, but, being the least experienced players, are not doing very well when you notice that it is almost two o’clock.
“Charlotte and I have a lab now,” you say. “Sorry to abandon the game.”
“No problem!” says Wally cheerfully.
“It was a pleasure having you both join us!” says Alan.
“Thank you – I had fun,” says Charlotte. She turns and gives Alan a soft kiss on the lips; his cheeks turn bright pink instantly and his eyes widen. Then she turns and kisses Wally too. As she pulls away from him, he is beaming happily. Getting up, she comes around the table and kisses Robbie and Justin on the lips too.
Charlotte puts her thong back on, and then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
The four lads look startled by the suggestion, but then they all nod eagerly. As Charlotte steps towards them, they get up from their table and surround her.
“Are you sure this is okay?” asks Wally.
Charlotte nods. “I’ll fuck anyone he tells me to fuck,” she says with a smile as all four young men begin to fondle her breasts, buttocks, and pussy. She puts her arms around Wally’s neck and kisses him, with plenty of tongue. Then she kisses each of his friends in turn, equally deeply. Then, calmly, she bends over the table, plants her hands on its surface, and spreads her feet wide apart.
Alan steps forward first. Taking his penis out of his trousers and spitting into his hand, he lubricates Charlotte’s pussy with his fingers, then slowly eases his erection into her vagina. With a look of sheer joy on his face, he starts fucking her with sharp, vigorous thrusts. Charlotte closes her eyes and purrs contentedly.
Once Alan has climaxed inside her, Wally takes his turn. Then, grimacing slightly at the semen dripping from Charlotte’s vaginal opening, Justin sinks his own erection into her. Five minutes later, when Robbie finally enters Charlotte, semen splurges out around the shaft of his erection. “Eww,” he says, as he begins fucking her with almost no friction at all. Eventually, though, he too climaxes with a shudder and a groan, and then he pulls out of her, his penis coated with his friends’ sperm. “Ugh!” he says, hastily wiping it with a rather dirty handkerchief.
“Thank you all very much,” says Charlotte as she stands up and turns around. She kisses all four lads again. Then you and she bid them a good afternoon, and head back to the staircase.
Quickly descending the stairs, the two of you conceal yourselves in a secluded aisle, and Charlotte puts on her thong. You kiss her, and whisper, “You were great up there, my darling. I’m very proud of you.”
Charlotte smiles. “I love it when you offer me to other men,” she says. “It’s so deliciously depraved.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Absolutely,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte and laughs. “My goodness!” she says. “You’re making me feel overdressed! Are you looking for a job?”
“No,” says Charlotte, grinning. “We’re just here to eat.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them with amusement, and after the waitress leaves, she smirks and says, “What I wouldn’t give to have her breasts!”
“Don’t be silly – yours are perfect,” you tell her.
Dickie Brewer emerges from the back of the room, and speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“Want to pole-dance again?”
“How about getting completely naked?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside takes one look at Charlotte’s bare breasts and thong, and says, “Sorry, but you can’t come in here like that! Put some clothes on, for heaven’s sake!”
Disappointed, you and Charlotte leave the restaurant. “Well I can’t say I’m surprised,” says Charlotte. “But what shall we do now?”
You reply, “Let’s go...
Back to my halls of residence and have dinner there.”
And have dinner at Slick Willy’s.”
Charlotte grins. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and heads over to the pole. Dickie grins, though a little apprehensively. “We have a volunteer!” he exclaims. “And wow, she’s already down to just a thong!” Then, switching off the mic, he says something quietly to Charlotte which you cannot hear. You can guess, however, that he is asking her not to get too explicit.
Music plays; Charlotte smiles, and begins to dance. She does not use the pole much; she just swings around it a few times and arches her back against it. Then, grasping the sides of her thong, she tugs it down her legs, steps out of it, and kicks it to one side. Cheers and wolf-whistles erupt from the mostly male spectators, and Charlotte smiles happily as she dances, with admirable confidence, completely naked.
Abandoning the pole, she begins dancing from table to table, giving eager male diners lewd close-up views of her pussy. She twerks in front of one man, spreading her feet well apart as she gyrates her bottom just inches from his face, and she places her left foot on another man’s thigh while she fingers her vagina for his viewing pleasure.
Dickie is watching her anxiously; he is no doubt ready to step in and put a stop to Charlotte’s dance if she makes physical contact with anybody. As she dances past your table, she winks at you and blows you a kiss. You beckon to her, and when she comes and bends down next to you, you say, “I’ll try to distract Dickie; I want you to...
Lie down on your back and masturbate until you climax in front of everyone.”
Start giving these men the most outrageous lap dances imaginable.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Well that won’t take much effort,” she remarks. She half rises from her chair, slips off her thong, and tucks it into her bag.
“Awesome,” you say happily.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte now completely naked, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
She remains naked for the rest of the meal, only putting her thong back on as you are paying the bill. Outside, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has climbed on to a table and lain back, lifting her legs in the air and spreading her thighs wide apart. With nearly all of the men in the room, and some of the women, staring at her exposed pussy, she begins to slide two fingers of her right hand in and out of her vagina, while rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her left hand.
Fortunately, Dickie seems to have tuned out the sounds of cheering and wolf-whistling behind him, so engrossed is he in the unfolding tale of Charlotte’s exhibitionism at the university. Even her unbridled cries of orgasmic ecstasy do not distract him.
“And then we were like, ‘Where shall we eat?’, and then of course I suggested this place,” you say, concluding your story. “And here we are.”
“Incredible!” says Dickie. He looks around to see Charlotte returning to the table with her thong in her hand. “You’re an amazing girl!” he tells her.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile. As Dickie leaves the table, she pulls on her thong and sits back down.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has straddled the lap of one of two men sitting at a nearby table, and is kissing him with lots of tongue while he fingers her vagina. As you continue to tell Dickie about what happened during this morning’s lectures, Charlotte reaches down to unzip the man’s trousers, and from the way she settles down on to his lap a moment later, you know his penis is now inside her. She starts to bounce up and down on him, as his friend whoops and applauds.
It is not long before the man climaxes inside Charlotte. She kisses him, then climbs off his lap and moves on to his friend. You begin to stretch out your story, getting a little creative with the truth as you attempt to give Charlotte more time. This strategy works; Dickie is enthralled, and soon Charlotte is moving on to the next table with the sperm of two men running down her thighs.
She manages to have sex with five more men by the time you come to the end of your story. You beckon to her as she climbs off her seventh penis, and, by the time Dickie turns around to look, Charlotte is walking back towards your table.
“All done with your dance?” says Dickie. “I hope you had fun – you’re an amazing girl!”
“I had lots of fun thanks,” says Charlotte with an impish grin. As Dickie leaves the table, she sits back down. “Wow!” she gasps. “That was intense.”
“Well done, darling,” you say with a smile. “Your sluttiness is beyond compare.”
“Here, you forgot this,” says Dickie, returning to your table. He hands Charlotte her thong.
“Oh – thank you,” says Charlotte, and she puts the flimsy garment back on.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Yes please!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head on foot into the seedier part of town, where the sight of a near-naked woman is a little less uncommon. You spot a couple of prostitutes hanging out on street corners, and you remark, “You’re prettier than these women ... not to mention more naked.”
Charlotte takes off her thong and tucks it into her bag. “Completely naked, now,” she says with a giggle. “So, what do you have in mind?”
You come to an empty street corner next to a quiet alley, and say, “This looks like a good spot. Let’s wait for a man to stop by and ask you for sex, and then I want you to...
Offer him a free fuck, in your vagina or anus – his choice.”
Tell him you’ll go with him and indulge any depraved fantasy he likes for two hours, for five hundred pounds.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head to the park, whose paths are fortunately quite well illuminated. As you walk through it, hand in hand, you pass a bandstand in which a number of teenage boys are hanging out, smoking and drinking. All of them stop talking as they catch sight of you, and they stare lustfully at Charlotte.
“All right darlin’?” one of them calls out to her.
“Hi,” says Charlotte, waving to them.
Gripping Charlotte’s hand, you lead her...
Past the bandstand, heading deeper into the park.
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Who wants to take part in an erotic photo shoot?”
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Do whatever you like with my girlfriend; I’ll be back to pick her up in two hours.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus driver is thrilled to have a near-naked young woman board his bus. Some of the other passengers are less enthused, but none of them complains to the driver, and the ride back to Juniper Hall is uneventful. Once back at your hall, you lead Charlotte past scores of astonished students, and take her up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car pulls around the corner into the alley, and stops. You wait for a couple of minutes, then you creep closer, listening. As you approach the car, you can hear rhythmic male grunts interspersed with Charlotte’s higher-pitched moans of pleasure.
Five minutes later, Charlotte gets out, and the car drives away. You walk up to her with a smile and say, “How was it?”
“Good!” replies Charlotte happily. “Just an old-fashioned missionary-style vaginal fucking, but nice.”
“Well, let’s get out of here,” you say. “I don’t fancy waiting around another half-hour for the next horny customer to arrive.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte shivers, then nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car drives off, and you wait. And wait. The evening gets darker and chillier, and you walk briskly up and down while catching up on Twitter. Time passes agonisingly slowly.
After two and a half hours you are starting to worry, but then a car appears and comes to a halt next to you. The passenger door opens, and Charlotte gets out, looking rather tired. She smiles when she sees you, and comes over to kiss you while the car drives off. She then proudly hands you a wad of cash. “Here you go, my pimp,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say, pocketing the money. “So, what did you have to do to earn this?”
Charlotte chuckles. “This chap loved to pee on me,” she says. “He peed on my face, in my hair, in my mouth ... even in my vagina. He did let me shower afterwards, thankfully.”
You pull her into a hug. “I’m proud of you, my sexy little whore,” you say, and she shudders in your arms.
“Yes,” she murmurs happily. “I am a whore.”
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The teenagers look disappointed as you walk past them without stopping, and they emerge from the bandstand to watch Charlotte’s retreating bottom.
A couple of minutes later you arrive at the river, where tall nettles cluster thickly around a park bench. Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag, then she lies down on the bench and spreads her legs. “Fuck me,” she says. “Please?”
You smile as you...
Pull down your jeans and boxers, and lie down on top of her.
Carefully pluck a nettle and brush it against Charlotte’s pussy.
Every one of the boys immediately volunteers, and you begin posing them as Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag. “Okay, you with the floppy hair, sit down here ... and you, acne boy, kneel down just there... Charlotte, sit down right there, and put your left foot up on his shoulder ... perfect. Now you, Blondie, come down here and sit on the middle step there ... and slide two of your fingers into her vagina ... great! Now acne boy, I want you to grab her left breast, and stick your tongue in her mouth ... wonderful. Now you, floppy hair, start sucking on her right nipple.”
You take the first photo, and then rearrange everyone for the next. As the photo shoot progresses, the poses become more explicit. Soon Charlotte is posing with a penis in her mouth; shortly afterwards, with one in her vagina. Four photos after that, you capture her smiling happily with one penis in her vagina and another in her rectum. And whenever a boy puts his erection inside Charlotte, after the photo is taken you allow him to climax inside her before withdrawing.
Soon there are only three boys who have not yet spent their sperm. You pose them with their erections in Charlotte’s mouth, vagina, and anus, take a photo, and then let them all fuck her until they spurt their semen inside her.
“Well that was fun,” giggles Charlotte as the two of you walk away from the bandstand. She is still naked, and apparently unconcerned about the semen running down the insides of her thighs. “What will you do with those photos?”
“Oh, probably email them to your dad,” you say airily.
Charlotte laughs. “I wouldn’t mind if you did,” she says. “He would kick me out, but we’re almost at that point anyway.”
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The boys stare at you, their eyes wide. Then they laugh in delight as you walk away, leaving Charlotte at their mercy. When you glance backward, you see them crowding around her.
You kill a couple of hours on a nearby park bench, out of sight (and earshot) of the bandstand. When you eventually return, only three boys are still there. One of them is laughing raucously as he fucks Charlotte’s rectum; with his left hand he is pulling her hair, while with his right he is slapping her buttock in time with his thrusts. Then, as you climb the steps into the bandstand, the lad groans and stops thrusting. With a beatific smile, he remains buried inside your girlfriend for another minute or so, then he pulls out and tucks himself away.
“She’s all yours, mate,” he says.
Charlotte retrieves her bag, and the two of you head away from the bandstand. “Where’s your thong?” you ask.
“In my bag,” replies Charlotte.
You nod, then inquire, “Did you have a nice time?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Yes thank you,” she says. “I do love a good gangbang.”
You leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
As you bury your erection in Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. You fuck her for five minutes or so, then you pull out, slide your penis into her anus, and fuck her rectum for a while. Then, feeling your orgasm approaching, you switch back to her vagina and ejaculate just as she reaches her own climax.
You cuddle with Charlotte for a while, but the bench is not particularly comfortable, and eventually you both decide that it is time to get up and move on.
“Shall I put my thong back on?” asks Charlotte. “Or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
You tuck your hand up inside your sleeve, and pluck a tall nettle by gripping its stalk through the material of your shirt. Charlotte’s eyes widen as you bring its tip over to her pussy, and she squeals as you brush it against her labia.
“Ow! Ow! It’s stinging me!” she gasps, but she does not attempt to close her legs or get out of the way, so you continue to sting her with the nettle, prodding it against her labia and clitoris, and around the entrance to her vagina and anus.
“Pull yourself open,” you instruct her.
Biting her lip, Charlotte tucks the tips of her index and middle fingers of both hands into her vagina, and pulls them apart, exposing her vulnerable soft interior flesh.
Grinning, you plunge the tip of the nettle inside her, pushing it deep. Charlotte shrieks as her sensitive flesh receives dozens of stings, but she bravely holds her position while the nettle’s flimsy stalk curls up against her cervix and its leaves become packed together in her vagina.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” cries Charlotte, tears springing from her eyes. “It stings so badly!”
You continue to fold up the nettle inside her vagina until only a couple of inches of leafless stalk remain sticking out of her. “Now get up and bend over the bench,” you tell her.
Whimpering and gasping, Charlotte gets up and turns around, bending over and planting her hands on the bench as she spreads her feet apart. You retrieve her Vaseline from her bag, lube up your erection, and sink it into her anus. As you fuck her rectum, Charlotte reaches between her legs and begins fucking herself with the nettle, gasping as it continues to pepper her vagina with new stings.
Despite her obvious pain, Charlotte manages to bring herself to orgasm just a few seconds after, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen deep into her bowels.
Once you have pulled out of her anus, Charlotte slowly pulls the nettle out of her vagina, wincing as it stings her several more times. “Holy shit!” she says. “My entire pussy is burning!”
“Sorry,” you apologise.
“Don’t be,” she says. “You can do that to me whenever you want.” Then she smirks. “Now shall I put my thong back on, or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her puffy, nettle-stung pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte obediently turns and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet apart and arching her back to present her vagina for fucking. Neil wastes no time in pulling his erection out of his jeans. He grasps Charlotte’s hips with both hands and pulls her toward him, impaling her on his penis. Then he begins to thrust, as Roddy looks around anxiously.
Charlotte smiles happily as Neil fucks her with increasing speed. “God, I love having a cock inside me,” she murmurs.
Neil climaxes a couple of minutes later. Panting, he pulls out of Charlotte’s vagina and tucks himself back into his jeans. “Go on, Roddy,” he says. “Your turn.”
Roddy raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod and smile at him. Eagerly, he unzips his jeans and takes out his erect penis, which is somewhat larger than Neil’s. Charlotte moans with pleasure as he sinks it into her.
You keep an eye on Owen’s roaming head as Roddy gives Charlotte a quiet but energetic fucking. She is clearly getting close to her orgasm, judging by her expression and her white-knuckle grip upon the stool. Then she turns her head and squeals into her shoulder as her body shudders in a powerful climax.
Roddy now withdraws his penis from Charlotte’s vagina, and pushes it against her anal sphincter. Lubricated with Neil’s semen, the puckered ring of muscle opens up readily, and Charlotte gasps as Roddy’s thick shaft fills her rectum. He fucks her for another couple of minutes, then he groans as he pours his semen into her bowels.
Once he has pulled out of her and zipped himself up, he and Neil both thank you profusely as they return to their workstation. Charlotte pulls her thong back up, smiling contentedly, and the two of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your thong?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to fuck you?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a shiver. “I imagine Adolf is missing me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s breasts and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” says Colin.
“Hi Babe,” says Adolf. “Take off your thong, there’s a good girl.”
Charlotte, to your delight, immediately pulls her thong down and steps out of it. As Colin and Adolf stare with undisguised lust at her naked body, you say, “Good girl. Now...
Do whatever else Adolf tells you.”
I think all three of us should fuck you ... at the same time.”
You lead Charlotte to the bar, where cheers greet her arrival. A stool is made available for her, while you find yourself nudged into the background, barely able to see your girlfriend through the jostling young men competing for her attention.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. You catch a glimpse of Charlotte’s breasts being caressed by eager hands. Then Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Then, to the delight of most of her audience, she suddenly pulls her thong down, steps out of it, then resumes dancing, now completely naked. The volume of cheers and wolf-whistles practically doubles.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines. Picking up her thong, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte grins, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would all of you nice gentlemen like to fuck me?” she asks them with a smile.
There is an immediate chorus of enthusiastic assent. “Gawd, yer an absolute saint, you are,” says Terry.
Charlotte sighs happily as she lies down on a coat that one of the men spreads out for her. Then she purrs with contentment as the first unwashed homeless penis enters her.
The men take it in turns to fuck your girlfriend and fill her with their semen. A couple of the older ones have some trouble getting erect, either because of performance anxiety or because of the declining functionality of their ageing bodies. But Charlotte is very patient with them, letting them take their time and using her mouth to encourage their arousal when necessary. Eventually, every one of them has spilled his sperm inside her.
As Charlotte lies panting, her legs spread, semen leaking out of her vagina and pooling around her buttocks, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
Charlotte shivers, then nods excitedly, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would you nice gentlemen be so kind as to let me fuck your dogs?” she asks them with an affected air of wide-eyed innocence.
The men all laugh dirtily. “Sure thing, Sweetheart,” says one of them. He lays his coat out on the ground, and Charlotte gets down on to her hands and knees.
The first dog to mount her is Mack, a powerful-looking mix of sheepdog and Mastiff traits. His owner carefully guides his thick, growing penis into Charlotte’s vagina, where it sinks deep. The dog barks excitedly as it starts thrusting rapidly, and Charlotte squeals as the animal’s claws dig into her back.
Once Mack has climaxed inside her, his owner pulls him off and the second dog, Brutus, mounts your girlfriend. He is even larger than Mack, and Charlotte gasps as his swollen cock penetrates her. Then she moans with pleasure as he starts fucking her with intense energy.
Once Brutus has ejaculated inside her, Charlotte collapses on to her elbows, panting. Brutus attempts to climb off, but he seems to be stuck. Terry and his friends laugh. “His knot’s stuck inside you!” says Brutus’s owner gleefully.
Charlotte winces as, half a minute later, Brutus yanks his knot out of her. Then, recovering her smile, she rolls over on to her back and spreads her legs. “Anyone else want me?” she asks.
Before long, Terry and every one of his friends has fucked Charlotte right in front of you. Then, as she lies exhausted with semen pouring out of her gaping vagina, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck. And plenty of dogs, too!”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“I like the sound of that!” says Adolf, with a dirty laugh. “All right Charlotte, get on the bed on your hands and knees – I’m going to fuck your arsehole.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte meekly. She climbs on to the bed, positions herself on all fours, and spreads her knees apart. Adolf climbs onto the bed behind her, then coughs up copious quantities of saliva and mucus, which he uses to lubricate his erection and her anus.
“Oh yeah,” says Adolf as he sinks his penis deep into Charlotte’s rectum, making her gasp and wince. He begins fucking her with a joyous grin on his face. “Hey Charlotte,” he says. “Suck Colin’s cock.”
Colin grins as he unzips his jeans and takes out his own pudgy, semi-erect penis. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed and slaps his cock against Charlotte’s cheek. She opens her mouth, takes in his penis, and begins sucking on it.
You watch, mesmerised, as Adolf fucks Charlotte with wild, exuberant thrusts. Then, after a couple of minutes, he pulls his erection out of her anus. “Down on your elbows,” he instructs Charlotte.
Charlotte complies, but this means she can no longer reach Colin’s penis; he sits down on the edge of the bed so that she can continue to suck him off. Adolf now plunges himself into Charlotte’s vagina, and he fucks her wildly until, a minute or so later, he climaxes with a groan.
“Okay, your turn Colin,” he says, pulling his penis out of your girlfriend.
Colin eagerly strips off his trousers and underwear, then he takes Adolf’s place on the bed behind Charlotte. He fucks her vagina for a minute or two, then, using Adolf’s semen as a lubricant, he slides his erection into her anus. A couple of minutes later, he ejaculates copiously into her rectum.
“Who’s up for some Star Trek?” asks Colin, climbing off Charlotte, who remains on her elbows and knees with her bottom sticking up in the air, her anus and vagina leaking semen.
“Sure,” you say.
“You chaps have fun with Star Trek,” says Adolf. “Charlotte and I are going to Gavin’s room.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes. Gavin is a dreg of humanity even more obnoxious than Adolf. As Adolf is fully aware, you have been barred from Gavin’s room ever since you called him an “ignorant little cunt”. Dreading to think what Gavin and Adolf might do with Charlotte without your supervision, you say,
“Okay, have fun.”
“I think not, Adolf.”
Charlotte shivers, but you can tell she is delighted by the idea. “Okay,” she says, and she climbs on to Colin’s bed. Lying back, she spreads her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy, vagina and anus for everyone’s viewing pleasure. “Do you want to fetch the Vaseline first, though, Sweetie?”
“Good idea,” you agree, and you hurry back to your room to retrieve your jar of Vaseline. When you get back to Colin’s room, you find that he and Adolf have already stripped off their trousers and underwear, and you quickly do the same. Then you say, “All right chaps, I’ll take her...
Mouth.”
Vagina.”
Anus.”
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply. “Now take off that thong – I want to see you get on the bus naked.”
“Your wish is my command,” says Charlotte. She removes her thong and tucks it into her bag.
The bus arrives, and its driver laughs in delight as Charlotte boards it, naked. The doors close, and the bus takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with drinks, and becoming very generous with her kisses. Male hands grope every inch of her body, and soon she is being laid down across a couple of bar stools. Her legs are lifted up in the air, and her thong is pulled off.
“Oh my!” gasps Charlotte as a thick penis slides into her vagina. Her next utterance is muffled as another penis is shoved into her mouth. She begins sucking on it willingly.
After three minutes of this, the first penis is withdrawn, and you briefly see white semen leaking out of Charlotte’s vagina before another penis is shoved in. Then you lose sight of her in the press of young men jostling in front of you, and you try to circle around to get a better vantage point.
Most of the women in the bar leave in disgust over the course of the next twenty minutes, as the crowd of horny young men around Charlotte grows and grows. After a full hour of her gangbang, you estimate that she has been fucked by at least twenty men, and the action shows no sign of abating.
Another hour passes, and the crowd thins sufficiently for you to see what is going on. Charlotte is lying on her side across two bar stools, with her legs being held almost in the splits position. One lad is fucking her vagina; another is in her anus. She is sucking on a third man’s penis.
After fifteen more minutes, every man remaining in the bar has come inside Charlotte – including the bartender. Charlotte is left alone, and she rolls off the stools, falling clumsily on to her hands and knees. She grabs her thong, and gets unsteadily to her feet. Seeing you, she smiles happily and walks over to you, with semen pouring down her thighs. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asks.
You nod. “Stay naked,” you say. “No more thong for you tonight.”
“Sure,” she says, and she puts her thong in her bag. Then you kiss her; she tastes of sperm.
“It’s getting late,” you remark. “We should get you home.”
“Never mind how late it is,” says Charlotte. “I need you to fuck me, back in your room. After I’ve cleaned up a bit and feel more human. Please?”
“Of course,” you say.
You take her back to your floor, where she takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Then she climbs into your bed, where you vigorously fuck her vagina and anus until the two of you climax together.
“Aah,” she sighs happily. “That’s better. Thank you.”
She remains naked as you walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and the bus driver whoops in delight as Charlotte boards. The doors close, and the bus drives away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You gently finger Charlotte’s vagina until her bus arrives. She boards it, much to the driver’s delight, then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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Terry chuckles. “Well, you can’t blame me for asking,” he says, as you help Charlotte to her feet.
You walk Charlotte back to the bus stop, where you kiss her lovingly. “Well done, my darling,” you say.
Charlotte grins. “Not bad for an uptight church girl, eh?” she replies.
To your great satisfaction, she leaves her thong in her bag, remaining naked, with semen running down her thighs, until the bus arrives. She kisses you goodbye and boards the bus; the driver beams with delight, and says something to her that you do not catch, but it makes her laugh. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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Charlotte looks both excited and frightened. She rubs her clitoris harder as she says, “I will happily become these men’s sex slave, if that’s what you want.”
“Good!” you say. “That’s settled then. Gentlemen, she’s all yours.” You bend down and give Charlotte a kiss. “Goodbye my darling. Have fun in your new life.”
You pick up her bag and toss it into a nearby skip. Then you head to the bus stop. As the bus arrives, you glance back at Charlotte; she is French-kissing one of the homeless men, while another is attempting to push his entire hand into her vagina.
Then the bus takes you away, and you lose sight of Charlotte for good.
THE END
Return to last save point.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her thong down, and steps out of it.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her naked pussy.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now completely nude, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
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As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she bends over it and says, “My vagina needs attention. Barry, would you mind giving me a good hard fucking?”
Grinning, Barry moves around behind Charlotte and pulls her thong down to her ankles. “Sure!” he says. He unzips his jeans, takes out his erect penis, and plunges it deep inside her. As he fucks your girlfriend with a broad grin on his face, he looks over at you and winks.
You take a seat and watch Charlotte’s face as Barry’s penis pistons in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted in a half-smile of erotic pleasure. Then she opens her eyes, sees you looking at her, and grins at you.
After ten minutes or so, Barry suddenly increases the speed of his thrusting, and then he groans and stiffens as he pumps his semen into Charlotte. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he pulls out of her vagina, gives her a slap on her left buttock, and says, “All yours, Jeff.”
Jeff grimaces slightly at the sight of Barry’s semen oozing out of Charlotte’s vagina, but he barely hesitates before pulling out his own erection and sinking it into her moist depths. Gripping her hips, he fucks her so hard and fast that it soon brings her to orgasm.
“Oh God!” she cries. “Yes! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me hard! Aaaaahhhh!” She shudders as her entire body is wracked with orgasmic bliss.
Soon afterward, Jeff gasps and spasms as he reaches his own climax, filling her up with his sperm. When he pulls out of her, a minute or so later, she stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around his neck. “Thank you Jeff,” she says softly, and she gives him a tender kiss, to which he eagerly responds. You catch a brief glimpse of their tongues intertwining, before they pull apart.
Charlotte then turns to Barry, who takes her in his arms and bends her over backwards as he kisses her. It is a very sloppy kiss – you see saliva flowing down Barry’s tongue and into Charlotte’s mouth – but she does not seem to mind. When he eventually releases her, she picks up her thong and tucks it into her bag.
“Okay!” she says brightly. “Who wants another game of doubles?”
“Sure,” you reply.
Charlotte remains naked for the next two games, after which you and she bid Jeff and Barry goodnight.
Outside, you smile and say, “Good girl, Charlotte – I’m proud of you.”
She smiles happily. “I’ll fuck anyone you tell me to fuck,” she says.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte moves to allow Colin to lie down on his back, and then she lies down on top of him. Taking a dollop of Vaseline from the jar, she uses it to lube up Colin’s erection and her own vaginal opening. His four-inch-long, pudgy cock slips inside her, and he begins gently fucking her.
Adolf now applies Vaseline to his own erection, and to Charlotte’s anus. Lying down on top of her but supporting himself with his hands, he slowly slides his long, thin, rather oddly-shaped cock deep into your girlfriend’s rectum. Then, with a broad grin, he begins thrusting himself back and forth inside her.
Charlotte’s head is close to the edge of the bed; you kneel down next to her and push your erect penis into her mouth as she opens it. She sucks on it eagerly and swirls her tongue around its head; the sensation is wonderful and you close your eyes, smiling happily.
After a short while, judging by their groans of pleasure, Adolf and Colin seem to be approaching their climaxes. You are getting fairly close yourself, thanks to the attentions of Charlotte’s tongue, and you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte shifts position to allow Colin to lie down on his side with his back against the wall. She then lies down on her side with her back to him, and she lifts her right leg up so that her vagina and anus can be more easily accessed. Colin lubricates his pudgy erection and Charlotte’s anus with Vaseline, and then he slowly sinks his cock into her rectum, making her moan contentedly.
You now lie down in front of Charlotte, facing her. After a quick application of Vaseline, you sink your penis into her vagina and begin thrusting. She smiles at you and kisses you, but then she raises her head and takes Adolf’s penis into her mouth, sucking eagerly on it as he thrusts it back and forth.
For the next couple of minutes you, Colin and Adolf all fuck Charlotte while you and Colin take turns playing with her breasts. Then, sensing that Colin and Adolf are approaching their climaxes, you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte moves over so that you can lie down on the bed on your back. You lube up your erection with Vaseline, then, as Charlotte straddles you and lowers herself down, you rub more Vaseline into her anus. As she descends further, you position the head of your erection at her anal opening, and watch as her sphincter expands to accommodate you. She sits all the way down, so that you are fully buried in her rectum.
Then she lies back against you, raising her legs in the air as Adolf climbs on top of her. Having lubricated his penis, he plunges it deep into her vagina and begins fucking her vigorously. The motion causes your own erection to slide back and forth within her rectum; you are fucking her without moving a muscle.
Colin, resting one knee upon the bed, now waves his short and pudgy erection in Charlotte’s face. She opens her mouth and takes it in, sucking eagerly on it while her vagina and anus are being fucked by two other penises.
After a couple of minutes, you guess that Colin and Adolf are both getting close to orgasm, so you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Colin comes first, grunting as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Adolf groans with pleasure as he spurts semen deep inside Charlotte’s rectum. You take a little longer, but Adolf and Colin are still inside your girlfriend when your semen sprays against her tonsils.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and Colin gently pushes her off him as he climbs out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Colin climaxes first, grunting as he shoots his semen deep into Charlotte’s rectum. A few moments later, you reach your own orgasm, groaning ecstatically as you pump your girlfriend’s vagina full of your sperm.
Then Adolf gasps and twitches as he ejaculates into Charlotte’s mouth. To her credit, she swallows every drop, and on tiniest to suck him as he softens, milking him of every last drop of his semen.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and then Colin carefully climbs over her as he gets out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf comes first, gasping with ecstasy as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Charlotte’s tongue brings Colin to a climax, and his fat little cock fills her mouth with his sperm.
You grab Charlotte’s hips and start fucking her anus with powerful strokes, until finally you reach your own orgasm, pumping your semen deep into her bowels. Charlotte sighs happily as you reach around her chest and squeeze her breasts.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and you gently push her off you as you climb out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf laughs. “Awesome,” he says.
Charlotte seems excited as she follows Adolf out of Colin’s room and into the corridor, still completely naked and with semen dripping down her thighs.
“Holy fuck,” says Colin, once they have left. “I can’t believe you’re letting Adolf take your girlfriend off to get who-knows-what done to her in Gavin’s room!”
“I am a little concerned,” you admit, “but it’s the kind of adventure Charlotte will revel in. She’s strong; she’ll be fine.”
You watch television and play games for the next three hours. Then the door opens, and Charlotte staggers in. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “That was intense!”
“Are you okay?” you ask, jumping to your feet.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “But it’s getting late and I should probably head home.”
“Okay, I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Outside she says, “Well it was quite the party. I was fucked by about thirty men.”
“Good grief!” you say.
“And then they all blew their noses into my mouth,” she adds.
“Holy shit!” you exclaim.
“And made me swallow it,” she continues with a shudder. She falls silent for a minute or so, then she says, “Adolf asked me to leave you for him.”
You shiver. “And...?”
“I wouldn’t leave you,” says Charlotte. “If you ever feel like moving on to another girl, and want to give me to Adolf to be his plaything, that’s another matter. I must admit it would be quite exciting to surrender myself completely to Adolf’s control.”
“I’m not planning to move on to anyone else,” you assure her. “I love you.”
Charlotte smiles. “Thank you Sweetie,” she says. “I love you too.”
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf pouts. “Fine,” he says. “But I’m damn well going to finger your girlfriend some more while we watch Trek. On your back, Charlotte.”
Charlotte obediently rolls over on to her back, and spreads her thighs wide apart. Over the course of one-and-a-half episodes of Star Trek, Adolf fingers Charlotte’s anus and vagina almost constantly. Then, clearly having recovered his stamina, he mounts her and fucks her missionary-style for fifteen minutes straight, during which she reaches her own orgasm before he reaches his. For the five minutes following his collapse on top of her, they kiss deeply and slurpily while his penis softens inside her.
Once the second episode has finished, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Adolf climbs off Charlotte, and Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him another long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin rather breathlessly.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she sighs happily and says, “Thank you for letting me be a slut. I’m having such a wonderful time!”
“You’re welcome!” you tell her with a chuckle.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Rebecca blushes. “Yes, you’re right, of course,” she says. “Sorry.”
You are not really sure what she is apologising for, but she says nothing else to you. Five minutes later, Charlotte emerges from the Principal’s office, completely naked and looking quite pleased with herself. You get to your feet and pull her into a hug as Rebecca wordlessly heads into her father’s office.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
Rebecca nods, and looks a little sad. “Yes – that would be nice,” she says, half to herself.
“You don’t have a boyfriend?” you inquire in surprise.
Rebecca blushes, and shakes her head. “Not right now,” she says. “I did, for a while, but he was sort of mean to me. I was actually quite relieved when he dumped me.” Her eyes seem to be getting moist, and you sense that there is more to the story.
“Wow, Rebecca, I’m sorry to hear that,” you say. “You deserve better than that.”
She shrugs. “Well nobody’s lining up at my door,” she says. “I’m not sure how much better I can expect.”
“I can’t believe nobody’s interested in you,” you tell her. “Heck, if I were single, I’d ask you out in a heartbeat.”
“Really?” she says, wide-eyed.
“Absolutely,” you assure her. And now you begin to wonder what will happen to your relationship with Charlotte, if she is expelled while you remain at the university.
The same thought has apparently occurred to Rebecca, too. She says, rather carefully, “If Charlotte leaves, and you stay ... do you think you’ll stay together?”
“I don’t know,” you admit.
“If you don’t...” begins Rebecca.
“Why would you want to go out with me?” you inquire. “I just took the most uptight church girl you could imagine, turned her into the campus slut, and got her expelled!”
“Because that’s just such an exciting story!” exclaims Rebecca, coming over and sitting down next to you, her shyness forgotten. “It makes my life seem so dull and ordinary. I want to be more like Charlotte! Perhaps not to such an extreme degree, but...”
At this moment the door opens, and Charlotte, now completely naked, comes out of the Principal’s office. You jump to your feet, feeling (and possibly looking) a little guilty. As Rebecca stands up too, Charlotte looks her up and down, then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Is this my replacement?” she inquires.
You look at Rebecca, who is staring at Charlotte with a look of awe. Then you look back at Charlotte, and say,
“Of course not! We were just talking. Rebecca’s a bit of a fan of ours.”
“Well, that’s jumping the gun a bit – Rebecca and I only just met!”
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Yes, that seems fitting,” she says. “All right, I’ll do it. And I’ll rent a flat – something cheap and dirty. Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She smiles happily. “I was hoping you might,” she says, “but I didn’t want to assume. Do I get to meet your family at some point?”
“Yes of course – as soon as this semester finishes,” you say. “I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll dress a bit less scandalously for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“So ... nothing at all?” inquires Charlotte. “Or just a thong?”
“A thong,” you decide. “But you must casually take it off in front of all of them.”
Charlotte smiles. “I think I can do that,” she says.
You sigh happily. “That’s my girl. I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies.
THE END
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Charlotte shudders. “Wow,” she says. Then she nods. “I suppose that’s a fitting profession for me. Very well – I shall become a prostitute. And not just any prostitute – I’ll be the kinkiest, most prolific prostitute in the city. And I’ll rent a flat – something filthy and nasty, overrun with cockroaches.” She pauses, and looks a little sad. “Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She sighs with relief. “Really? So you’ll still want to be with me? I was afraid this might be goodbye.” She smiles happily. “Do I get to meet your family at some point? I’d totally understand if you didn’t want...”
“Absolutely!” you tell her firmly. “As soon as this semester finishes. I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll be on my best behaviour for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “So you think I should fuck your dad?”
“Yup!” you agree. “Preferably in front of my mum, if you can manage it. And then have a threesome with my brother and sister. Get them to have sex with each other, if you can.”
“Kinky!” says Charlotte. “Either I’ll be a big hit, or I’ll get banned from your house forever. Either way, it’ll be a fun adventure!”
“That it will,” you agree. Then you sigh happily. “I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies, and she bends over so that you can fuck her anus.
THE END
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“Oh!” says Charlotte. “Sorry – I suppose I’m feeling a little insecure, what with getting expelled and everything.”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” says Rebecca, getting to her feet. “Nice to meet you both!” She heads into her father’s office as you get to your feet and pull Charlotte into a hug.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“But ... that’s what you’re thinking, right?” says Charlotte. “Both of you! I can see it in your faces!”
You glance at Rebecca, who is looking at you with a hopeful expression. “Rebecca’s very sweet,” you say, “and if you and I split up as a result of this expulsion thing, I would love to ask her out and see how that goes. But I’m not assuming anything...”
Charlotte purses her lips. “Well, I’ll make it easy for you. I persuaded the professor to let you stay, and since I plan on leaving home, I figure I’ll have to go out and get a job and find somewhere to live now. So I’ll be out there, and you’ll be here, and you’ll be bored all day with nobody to persuade into increasingly lewd sexual acts. Therefore, I think you and I should call it quits. Have fun with Rebecca – get those mammoth mammaries out in the open – and have a nice life.”
“Charlotte!” you exclaim, feeling a little hurt. “I don’t want it to end like this!”
“Hey, stop it!” says Rebecca, looking distressed. “I don’t want to come between you two. I love what the two of you have – I don’t want it to end on my account. I just want to ... to experience some of it for myself.”
Charlotte’s expression turns thoughtful. “Hmm,” she says. Suddenly, she grabs Rebecca’s shoulders, and pulls the shorter girl into a kiss. Rebecca utters a muffled squeal, but then she throws her arms around Charlotte’s neck and responds to the kiss enthusiastically. It is almost a minute before they break apart.
“I suppose I am willing to share you with this girl,” Charlotte says to you. “So the question is, do you want to try to make this work as a threesome? Or would you rather focus just on Rebecca from now on? Be honest – I actually don’t mind the idea of going out into the world naked and alone. It seems like an appropriate conclusion to our story.”
With barely a moment’s hesitation, you reply, “Charlotte, I want...
You and only you.”
To see if a three-way relationship can work ... if Rebecca is willing to try it.”
To make a fresh start with Rebecca.”
Rebecca’s face falls, while Charlotte’s lights up. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she says. “Sorry Rebecca.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Rebecca, a little glumly. “I had no right to stir things up between you. I truly wish you both every happiness.” Then, with a slightly disappointed smile, she heads into her father’s office.
Charlotte sighs with relief. “You had me worried there!” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “It took the thought of losing you to make me realise how devastated I would be if that happened.”
Charlotte smiles and kisses you. “So, what happens now?” she inquires. “I need a job and a place to live. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“Well all right then,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “How about it, Rebecca?”
“I’m in!” says Rebecca, her lips quivering with excitement. “Oh my gosh!”
“The two of you don’t share any lectures,” says Charlotte, “but I suppose, during your lunch hours, you may do with each other as you please. Are you on the pill, Rebecca?”
“No,” says Rebecca, her cheeks reddening. “But I’ll fix that right away.”
“Are you a virgin?” you ask curiously.
“No,” says Rebecca, reddening even more. “But my boyfriend always used a condom.”
“So you’ve never had a vagina full of sperm?” says Charlotte. “Well never mind – you will soon. Now, about that awful outfit. Take off your jumper and jeans. You won’t be needing them any more.”
Rebecca gasps. “Here? Now?” she asks anxiously.
“Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to get naked,” says Charlotte. “But if you want to be our lover, you can’t expect to stay dressed like that, surely?”
“I suppose not,” says Rebecca, biting her lip. She hesitates for a moment, then she pulls her jumper up over her head. As she sets it down on a chair, you admire the way her large breasts strain against her white t-shirt. You can faintly make out the outline of a capacious bra through the thin cotton.
Then Rebecca unfastens and unzips her jeans, and begins tugging them down to reveal a pair of pink panties. She kicks her shoes off, lifts her legs out of her jeans one at a time, and then sets the jeans on top of her jumper. She turns to you and Charlotte, looking excited.
“Hmm, what do you think, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte. “Socks too?”
“Totally,” you agree. “And the bra.”
Rebecca slips off both socks without hesitation, but she looks a little worried as she reaches up the back of her t-shirt to unclasp her bra. “My breasts are a little big to go unsupported, don’t you think?” she says.
You regard her chest as she tugs her bra out of her sleeve. Her breasts are making her t-shirt bulge out slightly lower than before, but the effect is still dramatic and arousing. “Nope, that looks fantastic!” you enthuse.
“Good job Sweetie,” says Charlotte to Rebecca. “That’s your new outfit from now on.”
Rebecca glances nervously at the door of her father’s office. “But ... I need to go in and see my dad!”
Charlotte stares at her. “Professor Daniels is your dad?” she inquires. “Oh my goodness! That’s perfect. Well, if he gives you a hard time about your outfit, just threaten to tell your mum that he had sex with the sluttiest student on campus.”
Rebecca gasps. “You had sex with my dad?”
“Anal sex,” Charlotte clarifies. “But yes. Is that a problem?”
Rebecca looks rather stunned, but eventually she shakes her head. “I’ll get over it,” she says. “All part of my wild new lifestyle, I suppose.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte. She turns to you and says, “You should get to your lab. Shall we all meet up for dinner at your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree. “Rebecca, perhaps you and I could ride there together on the bus? You can meet me outside the Geography building at five o’clock.”
“Sure!” says Rebecca. Then she bites her lip. “Do I really have to go to lectures like this?”
“No, of course not,” says Charlotte. “You can back out of this relationship at any time. But if you want to share our adventures, then this is the price.”
Rebecca nods. “I’ll do it,” she says. “I’m not going to back out.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte.
“It occurs to me,” you remark, “that we’ve entered into this whole new three-way relationship, and the two of you have kissed each other ... but as yet, I haven’t kissed or even touched Rebecca!”
“Oh!” says Rebecca excitedly. “Yes. Can we, um, do that now?”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “This being a somewhat unconventional relationship, I think your first contact should be something more extreme than a standard hug or kiss.”
Rebecca shivers. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.
You smile. “Yes,” you say. “Rebecca, drop your panties and bend over that chair. Our first touch is going to be my cock entering your...
Vagina.”
Anus.”
“I see,” says Charlotte, nodding. Her eyes begin to well up with tears, but she blinks them back and purses her lips. “So it’s over between us. Very well. Perhaps you would indulge me by giving me one final instruction before we part?”
“Sure!” you say. “What kind of instruction?”
“Tell me what I should do now,” replies Charlotte. “Where should I live? What job should I get?”
You look at her, startled. She seems serious, so you think for a moment, then say, “Charlotte, I want you to...
Become Adolf’s sex slave.”
Take that stripping job.”
Become a prostitute.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “But I’m ... I’m not on the pill yet,” she says.
“Then this may be risky,” you tell her. “Are you willing to take that risk?”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s vulva. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work the Vaseline around her labia and vaginal opening.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s vagina. It slides in smoothly, and Rebecca gasps. “Oh God!” she whispers.
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her vagina, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
THE END
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “I’ve never had anal sex before,” she says.
“Good!” you say. “I’m glad I can at least take your anal virginity.”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s exposed anus. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work generous quantities of Vaseline around her anal sphincter.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s anus. Rebecca winces as the tight ring of muscle begins to expand and open up. “Try to relax it,” Charlotte says. “Even strain a little, like you’re beginning to do a poo. Don’t, obviously, go too far with that though!”
Rebecca exhales heavily, and the head of your penis begins to slide in more easily. Once it is through her anus, the rest of your shaft sinks deep into her rectum, until your hips come to rest against her buttocks. Rebecca gasps. “Oh God, this feels so weird!” she whispers. “Nice though...”
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca’s rectum full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her anus, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
THE END
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Charlotte smirks. “That should be fun,” she says. “You realise of course that we’ll still get to see each other...”
You nod. “And, possibly, still have sex occasionally.” You turn to Rebecca. “How would you feel about that?”
Rebecca thinks for a moment, then nods. “Surprisingly, I’m okay with that. It’ll help me feel less guilty about breaking you up. And I’m sort of expecting that I’ll be having sex with lots of other men pretty soon, so I suppose it’s only fair...”
Charlotte smiles. “Would you lube up his cock and guide it into my vagina?” she asks.
Rebecca blushes. “Um,” she says, “yes, I believe I’d be happy to do that.”
“Cool!” you say happily. “I’m starting to anticipate all kinds of orgies with the two of you and a bunch of men.”
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte. “But that, of course, will be entirely up to Adolf, my new master.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you both this evening.” She kisses you on the lips. “Bye Sweetie.”
“Bye,” you say as she walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte nods. “That seems appropriate,” she says. “I’ll call Dickie Brewer right away. And where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and sleazy,” you say. “A run-down flat in a crime-ridden neighbourhood.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “You’re hoping I’ll get raped, perhaps?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Is that possible?”
Charlotte smirks. “I suppose not. Anyone can fuck me.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “That’s so wonderfully ... slutty!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you at the club sometime.”
“It’s very possible,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “I’ll give you both a very naughty lap-dance.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte shivers. “Wow,” she says. “Well I’m not sure how best to go about that, exactly, but I can find out ... and I suppose it’s a fitting career for me. So, where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and disgusting,” you say. “A cockroach-infested flat in the city’s worst neighbourhood.”
“Ugh,” says Charlotte, shuddering. “That sounds perfect. I’ll do my best to find such a place.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “You’re so brave, Charlotte!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime in my roach-infested flat. Both of you would be welcome.”
“Thank you – I’m sure we’ll take you up on that,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “And the sex will be free, of course.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “We’ll meet up after lectures, take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex...
In my room.”
In my friend Colin’s room, while Colin and my other friend Adolf watch.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Oh my gosh!” she says. “Dad’ll freak! He’ll expel you for sure!”
“Hmm,” you say, thinking quickly. “Not if we play it right...” You describe your plan to her in detail, as she giggles and nods excitedly. Then, having added each other as phone contacts, you arrange to meet up after this afternoon’s lectures, and discuss plans for this evening.
Taking a deep breath, Rebecca heads into her father’s office. You wait for another two minutes, then you knock on the door. You hear some words exchanged inside, and then the professor’s voice calling, “Come in!”
You enter, saying, “Professor Daniels, I just wanted to thank you so much for letting me stay – I promise I’ll be ... oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you had company.”
“Oh my gosh, it’s you!” exclaims Rebecca, jumping out of a chair in excitement.
“You know this lad?” inquires the professor, frowning.
“Of course I do!” says Rebecca. “Well, by reputation anyway. He and his girlfriend Charlotte are total legends! The wildest couple on campus!”
“That’s not a good thing!” says her father sternly.
“Yes, well, actually Charlotte’s no longer my girlfriend,” you say with a sigh. “We just broke up.”
“You did?” says Rebecca, her eyes widening.
“Yes,” you say. “And the professor’s right. Charlotte and I got way too crazy – we were out of control. I need to be with someone normal, serious and conventional.”
“Someone like me?” says Rebecca brightly.
“What?” you and the professor say together.
“Sorry, but I’m a huge fan of yours, and I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you walked in,” says Rebecca, walking over to you. She throws her arms around your neck and plants her lips on yours.
“Rebecca!” exclaims the professor, shocked. “Stop that at once!”
The kiss is lovely; Rebecca’s lips are soft, warm, and moist, and as her tongue presses between your lips, you open your mouth and close your eyes. Her tongue swirls around yours, and you can feel her huge breasts squishing up against your chest.
“Rebecca, stop this at once!” cries the professor, outraged.
You pull back from the kiss, affecting a shocked expression. “God, wow ... sorry ... I think I should leave immediately,” you say.
“Please do!” thunders the professor. As you hurry out of the room and close the door, you hear him say, “Young lady, you’ve got some explaining to do!”
You chuckle to yourself. Rebecca should be safe enough from expulsion, if not from a stern paternal lecture. And this evening, after you and she have eaten dinner at your halls of residence, you plan to fuck her both vaginally and anally ... and then introduce her to Colin and Adolf, in as skimpy an outfit as you can persuade her to wear. She is aware of this plan, and is excited by it. She has even agreed that, if Adolf tries to take off her panties, she will let him.
You sigh happily. Today is the beginning of a whole new adventure...
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where she shyly undresses for you. Her naked body is surprisingly gorgeous – not slim like Charlotte’s, but curvaceous and beautifully proportioned, and her breasts, though enormous, hold up very well without a bra.
She bends over your bed and spreads her feet apart. You pull down your trousers and boxers, then you open up your jar of Vaseline and slather a ton of it on to your erect penis. Positioning yourself behind Rebecca, you press the tip of your cock against her anus. After some initial resistance, it slides in with relative ease, and soon you are buried in her rectum.
“God ... that feels good!” gasps Rebecca.
You begin to fuck her, and she utters little moans of pleasure as you rhythmically thrust your erection in and out. The sensation is intense, and it does not take you long to reach orgasm. You groan as you climax inside her, pumping your semen into her bowels.
Then you climb into bed together, share a tender first kiss, and cuddle for a while.
“We only just met, but I already feel so comfortable with you,” you tell Rebecca. “I feel like there’s no awkwardness at all. It certainly wasn’t like this with Charlotte at first.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “I feel the same way,” she says. “I think this was meant to be.”
You smile. “Want to come and meet my friends?”
“Adolf and Colin?” she asks. She shivers nervously. “Absolutely.”
“Would you be willing to go and meet them wearing only a t-shirt and panties?” you inquire.
Rebecca hesitates only for a moment. “Yes,” she says. “Do you think Adolf will feel me up, though?”
“He might try,” you acknowledge. “If he does, do you want me to stop him?”
Rebecca shivers. “No, that’s okay,” she says. “And I won’t stop him, either. And if he tries to take off my t-shirt and panties, I’ll let him do that too.”
You kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m so glad we found each other – I think this could be the beginning of an amazing relationship.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “Me too.”
THE END
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where you fetch your Vaseline while she glances around at the posters on your walls. Then, to your surprise, Rebecca says, “I think I’m a little overdressed to meet your friends.”
“True,” you agree, “and I love that you think so. But you’ll be stripping naked in front of them, so does it matter?”
“I think so,” says Rebecca. “First impressions matter. Colin and Adolf are used to seeing you with Charlotte. I don’t want their first impression of me to be ‘What a frump!’“
“Fair enough,” you say. “Well, feel free to discard as much of your clothing as you like.”
Rebecca smiles shyly as she kicks off her shoes, then unzips her jeans and begins to pull them down. Her panties are pink and made of cotton. She removes her socks as well as her jeans, and then she hoists her jumper and t-shirt up over her head together.
Standing in front of you in just her bra and panties, she bites her lip anxiously. “What do you think?” she asks.
“Beautiful!” you say, and you mean it. She is not slim like Charlotte, but her generous curves are very nicely proportioned, and her waist is surprisingly slender. Also, her breasts are huge. “What cup size is that bra, anyway?” you inquire in great curiosity.
“G,” says Rebecca, looking a little embarrassed. “Do you like them? I realise I’m quite a different shape from Charlotte.”
“Your breasts are amazing!” you assure her. “Wow. I love your body!”
She smiles with relief. “Thank you,” she says. “They hold up pretty well too, you know, without a bra.”
“I’ll need a demonstration of that,” you tell her.
She laughs. “All right,” she says. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and takes it off her shoulders. As she pulls the cups away from her breasts, she says, “Ta-daa!”
“Wow, you were right!” you say appreciatively. “Fantastic! Now come on – I can’t wait to show you off to Adolf and Colin!” She begins to put her bra back on, but you shake your head. “Leave the bra here – you look amazing in just your panties.”
Rebecca reluctantly drops the bra, and follows you out of your room. You knock on Colin’s door, walk in, and say, “Hi chaps.”
As Rebecca nervously walks into the room, Adolf and Colin stare at her. “Whoa!” says Adolf. “Look at the tits on that!”
“Who’s this?” Colin asks you, looking puzzled. “Where’s Charlotte?”
“Charlotte got expelled, and we’re no longer together,” you say. “This is my new girlfriend, Rebecca.”
“Hi,” says Rebecca shyly.
“How the fuck do you manage it, dude?” inquires Adolf. “You’re like a sex god or something.”
“Rebecca and I haven’t had sex yet,” you say. “We thought the two of you might like to watch our first time.”
“Totally!” says Adolf, grinning eagerly. He gets up and walks over to Rebecca, whose eyes widen at his approach. Then she gasps as he grabs her breasts with his hands – something you have not even done yourself yet. “Nice!” he says. Then he reaches down and slips his hand down inside the front of her panties, making her squeal.
“Adolf,” you say in amusement, “I can’t believe you’re fingering my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her.”
Adolf detaches his lips from Rebecca’s right nipple long enough to say, “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man?” He starts pulling Rebecca’s panties down with his left hand, while thrusting two fingers of his right hand in and out of her vagina.
“Adolf, you’re incorrigible!” you chuckle.
“Here, love, lie down on Colin’s bed, there’s a good girl,” says Adolf.
Rebecca gives you a rather anxious, questioning look, but you nod reassuringly, so she steps out of her panties, walks over to the bed, and lies down on her back.
Adolf takes hold of her ankles and lifts them up. “Bend your knees,” he says. When she does so, he pushes her knees up against her breasts, and outwards, spreading her thighs wide apart. “You don’t mind if I warm her up for you, do you mate?” he asks, before planting his face in Rebecca’s pussy and sticking his tongue into her vagina. Rebecca arches her back and moans softly.
You sit down and watch Adolf with a mixture of indignation and arousal. You are prepared to intervene if Adolf’s attentions become too much for Rebecca, but it looks like she is starting to enjoy herself, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.
Once he sees that Rebecca is getting aroused, Adolf kneels up, unzips his jeans, and pulls them down to his knees along with his boxer shorts.
“Hey!” you say as he dredges up and splits into his hand a large quantity of phlegmy saliva, which he rubs all over his erection. “You can’t fuck her before I do!”
“Fine,” says Adolf, rolling his eyes. “I’ll just rub my cock against her pussy for a bit.” He pushes the head of his penis between her labia and begins to rub it up and down, from her clitoris to the opening of her vagina. Rebecca watches this in wide-eyed fascination. Then Adolf pauses, with the head of his cock resting against her vaginal opening. With his eyes gleaming, he starts to push it inside.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“Sorry,” says Adolf, with a mischievous grin, and he slides his penis all the way inside Rebecca.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Oh no!” cries Rebecca. “I’m not on the pill yet, you know!”
“Really? Awesome!” says Adolf, as he lies down on top of her and starts fucking her rapidly. “I’m going to get you pregnant ... um, what’s your name again?”
“Rebecca!” says Rebecca breathlessly. “Can you at least pull out before you come inside me please?”
“Too late!” groans Adolf, shuddering as he presses his penis as deep inside her as possible. “Ohhh ... there it goes ... swim, my little sperms!”
“All right, you horrid little man,” you say, getting to your feet. “Out of the way, please. Time for me to take Rebecca’s anal virginity.”
“Okay but just a minute,” says Adolf. He plants his lips against Rebecca’s, sticking his tongue into her mouth as he massages her breasts with his hands and resumes thrusting gently inside her. You are not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed that Rebecca is responding to the kiss with some enthusiasm.
You grab Adolf’s shoulder and pull him off Rebecca; his penis pops out of her vagina, which starts to leak his semen. Rebecca turns over and gets on to her hands and knees, and you get into position behind her, unzipping and pulling down your jeans. Lubricating her anus and your penis with Vaseline, you press the head of your cock against her tight orifice, and begin to push it slowly inside. Soon you are buried up to the hilt in her rectum. You start to thrust inside her as she moans with pleasure.
Five minutes later, you climax inside her, your vision clouding as you pump your semen into her bowels. “Oh God!” you gasp.
“She’s a great fuck, isn’t she mate?” says Adolf cheerfully.
You sigh happily as you lay your head down on Rebecca’s shoulders and reach beneath her to squeeze her ample breasts. “That she is, Adolf,” you murmur. “That she is.”
THE END
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “We’ll meet up after lectures, take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex in my room.”
“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
As you walk with Rebecca towards Juniper Hall after your meal, you hear a very familiar voice hailing you.
“Hello, you two!” says Charlotte, trotting up the path behind you. “I’m just on my way up to see Adolf.” She is completely naked, and carrying her bag.
“Cool!” you say. “Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when you tell him you’re now his sex slave!”
Charlotte shrugs. “So come with me. You can introduce them to Rebecca.”
You chuckle. “Sounds like fun,” you say, “but Rebecca and I are about to initiate our relationship with some nice anal sex.”
“You can’t do that in Colin’s room?” inquires Charlotte. “You know how much fun it is to have an audience.”
“True,” you admit. “It would be a wonderfully kinky way to begin our relationship. What do you think, Rebecca?”
Rebecca shivers. “I’m not sure,” she says. “Is Adolf likely to try and grope me?”
Charlotte laughs. “You should be safe enough in that outfit,” she says. “I suspect his focus will be mainly on me.”
You enter Juniper Hall and head for the lift. “I suppose I must look like a frightful frump to you two,” says Rebecca. “I don’t want to be, though – it’s just that I’ve been very self-conscious about my breasts ever since they started getting bigger than those of any other of the other girls in my class. And my last boyfriend was no help – he used to tease me about them all the time.”
“Well then,” you say, “let’s stop in my room for a few minutes and see if we can figure out a better outfit for you.”
“I’ll be happy to help,” says Charlotte.
Once in your room, Rebecca looks around at your posters. “You like volcanoes,” she observes.
“Yup,” you say.
“Remember when we used to talk about geology?” says Charlotte, sounding almost wistful.
You nod, smiling. “Seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it?”
Rebecca has just kicked off her shoes and is now unzipping her jeans. As you watch with wide eyes, she pulls them down and steps out of them. Her panties are pink and made of cotton.
“Nice!” you approve.
Next she takes off her jumper, beneath which she is wearing a white t-shirt. It is quite tight around the chest, thanks to her large breasts, and you can faintly make out the outline of a bra beneath.
“T-shirt and panties – not a bad outfit,” says Charlotte. “You’ll have to lose the bra of course – and the socks.”
“I think I can manage that,” says Rebecca. She reaches up inside the back of her t-shirt, unclasps her bra, pulls the strap out of one sleeve and extracts her arm, and finally pulls the bra out of her other sleeve. Then she takes off both socks.
“Better,” says Charlotte. “But oh! I have something that might be better still...” She opens up her bag and pulls out a lacy top. “This was part of this morning’s ‘get past Mum and Dad’ outfit,” she says. “I have a feeling you’ll look pretty spectacular in it. Try it on instead of your t-shirt.”
“I’m not sure it’ll fit,” says Rebecca with a nervous little laugh.
“It’s stretchy,” says Charlotte. “Indulge me?”
Rebecca bites her lip, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Those are some impressive breasts,” says Charlotte, raising an eyebrow. “I’d have expected them to be more ... saggy.”
Rebecca smiles shyly. “I am actually quite proud of how well they hold up without a bra.”
“You should be!” you say, staring in awe. Her breasts are amazing – huge, but with pretty, perfectly round, modest-sized areolas. Her nipples are standing to attention and seem to be calling to your lips.
“Perhaps you should just go into Colin’s room like that,” says Charlotte with a smirk. Then she adds, a little ruefully, “He and Adolf probably won’t even notice me.”
Rebecca laughs. “Thank you,” she says, taking the top from Charlotte, “but I doubt that very much! You’re way prettier than I am, Charlotte, and your body’s a work of art.”
Charlotte grins. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says.
Rebecca manages to get Charlotte’s top on; it stretches a lot and becomes more see-through as she tugs it down over her breasts.
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “It’s kind of squishing you. I think you look better without the top, to be honest.”
“Me too,” you agree.
“You want me to go in there topless?” asks Rebecca nervously.
“Excellent idea!” you say.
Rebecca chuckles as she takes off the top. “Well gosh,” she says, tossing it aside and then tucking her thumbs into the sides of her panties. “Maybe I should just be naked like Charlotte.” She pulls her panties down, and steps out of them.
“Awesome!” you say in delight, staring at her pussy.
Rebecca giggles. “Now let’s hurry up and go, before I change my mind.”
“My goodness, Rebecca,” says Charlotte, putting her arm around Rebecca’s shoulders. “You’re very brave – it took me months to get to the point of wandering around naked!”
You leave your room and head to Colin’s, where you knock on the door and then enter. “Hi chaps,” you say.
As Charlotte and Rebecca enter the room, Adolf and Colin stare in astonishment. “You have TWO naked girlfriends now?” exclaims Colin in disbelief. “How do you do it, mate?”
“Just one, actually,” you say. “And that’s Rebecca here. Rebecca, meet Colin, and Adolf.”
“Hello,” says Rebecca shyly.
Adolf looks puzzled. “Charlotte isn’t your girlfriend anymore?” he inquires.
“We broke up,” says Charlotte, setting her bag down on the floor, “after I got expelled this morning. So now I’m your girlfriend, Adolf – or, to be more accurate, your sex slave.”
Adolf’s jaw drops. “For real?” he says.
Charlotte nods. “I’m yours, now, to do with as you please.”
“Holy shit!” says Adolf. He thinks quickly. “Okay, here’s your first instruction: go and fetch Gavin and Vinny, and anyone else who’s with them. There’s going to be a party in here!”
“Sure,” says Charlotte, and she walks out of the room.
Rebecca is looking a little scared. “Don’t worry,” you say to her gently. “If things get too intense for you, just say my name loudly and I’ll get you out of here immediately.”
Rebecca nods, and smiles. “So, are we going to have anal sex now?”
“Yes!” you say. “Absolutely. Oh, but I forgot the lube. Wait right here – I’ll fetch it from my room.”
“No need,” says Adolf, opening up Charlotte’s bag. He pulls out her little jar of Vaseline and opens it. Then he grins. “Lie down on the bed, Rebecca, and I’ll lube you up for your boyfriend.”
You chuckle. “Adolf, you’re incorrigible. I’ll do the lubing, thanks – I don’t want you molesting my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her!”
Adolf stares at you. “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man? Have you seen those sweet lips?”
“We thought it would be cool if we started off our physical relationship with anal sex,” you say.
“Aha!” says Adolf. “Then you shouldn’t touch her with your hands before you stick your cock up her arse, right? Which means you’ll need someone else to lube her up – i.e. me.”
“Flawless logic,” you remark grudgingly, “except she’s quite capable of applying the Vaseline herself.”
“Not if I hold on to this jar, she can’t,” says Adolf.
“Then I’ll fetch my own,” you say.
“Spoil-sport,” says Adolf, pouting. “Can’t I please lube her up for you?”
You laugh. “Well, I don’t know – Rebecca, would you mind if Adolf applies the lube?”
Rebecca blushes. “I think I can handle that,” she says. She gets on to the bed on her hands and knees.
“Excellent,” says Adolf, hurriedly taking off his shoes, jeans and boxer shorts. He climbs on to the bed behind Rebecca, clutching his erection in one hand and the Vaseline in the other.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” you ask. “You don’t need your cock out for this!”
“Just getting ready for the party,” says Adolf, grinning. He scoops out a large glob of Vaseline and presses it between Rebecca’s buttocks. Then he begins to rub it slowly up and down, coating her anus and the surrounding area, then working his way down over her vaginal opening to her labia and clitoris. Rebecca moans softly and arches her back a little in response.
Seeing that she is starting to enjoy herself, you take a seat and watch Adolf’s ministrations in amusement. He is certainly being thorough, and Rebecca seems to be appreciating it. When he slips two fingers into Rebecca’s vagina, she gasps, but does not object, and even sinks down on to her elbows, giving him easier access.
Then, without warning, Adolf presses the tip of his erection against Rebecca’s vaginal opening, and slides it all the way in. Rebecca gasps, and you leap to your feet. “Adolf!” you exclaim.
“I know, I know,” says Adolf. “And I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist!” He begins fucking Rebecca in earnest.
“I’m not on the pill!” says Rebecca urgently.
“Ooh, that makes it even more exciting!” says Adolf, fucking her even harder. Rebecca starts moaning in time to his thrusts, and you sit back down with a sigh of resignation.
Then, abruptly, Adolf pulls out. “Turn over,” he says to Rebecca. “I want to do you missionary-style.”
Rebecca looks over at you with a slightly worried expression, but you smile at her and gesture that you are okay with what is happening. Reassured, she rolls on to her back, and shivers as Adolf enters her again. As he fucks her, he kisses her on the lips; she reluctantly responds, and the two of them swap saliva for a minute or so. Then Adolf groans, arching his back and pressing his penis as deep as possible inside her while undoubtedly spewing gobs of semen up against her cervix.
“Can I have a go?” asks Colin, as Adolf collapses, panting, on top of Rebecca. You cannot help noticing that Colin is not addressing this question to Rebecca, or even to yourself, but to Adolf.
“Sure thing mate!” says Adolf, climbing off Rebecca.
“Good grief, chaps,” you say, “don’t forget she’s MY girlfriend!”
“Well yeah, but you let us fuck Charlotte whenever we wanted,” says Colin.
“True, but I had already fucked her myself, many times,” you point out. “I haven’t even kissed Rebecca yet!”
“Um ... so can I or can’t I?” inquires Colin, his thumbs in the sides of his shorts.
You chuckle, and shrug. “Fine by me,” you say, “as long as Rebecca wants you to. If she asks you to fuck her, then go ahead. Otherwise, nope.”
Colin turns to Rebecca, who is currently lying naked on his bed with her legs spread wide apart. She thinks for a few moments, then she bites her lip, and says bravely, “Fuck me, Colin.”
Colin gleefully pulls down his shorts and underpants together, then he climbs on top of Rebecca and sinks his chubby penis into her vagina.
While he is thrusting inside her, the door opens and in walks Charlotte with Gavin, Vinny, and several other lads. “Looks like the party’s started already!” exclaims Vinny, staring at Colin and Rebecca. “Rock and roll!”
“Uh-oh,” you murmur, thinking to yourself that it might now be a while before you get your anal fuck with Rebecca.
To her credit, though, no matter how many penises are thrust into her vagina and anus over the course of the next two hours, Rebecca never once calls out your name for rescue. Perhaps this is because she is watching Charlotte, who is perfectly comfortable and happy being repeatedly double- and even triple-teamed.
By the time the party winds down, Rebecca’s vagina and rectum are both awash in so much semen that you decide against taking a turn yourself. You lead her to your room and put her to bed; like Charlotte, she lives with her parents, but they are far less strict and she has no curfew.
The next morning she showers and cleans herself out, and then, back in your room, you finally fuck her anus. Afterwards you enjoy your first kiss with her, before taking her down to breakfast, for which she wears nothing but a pair of panties. She seems to be revelling in her new-found sexuality, and you are very happy that she is your new girlfriend.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte finally enters the room, after everyone else, she furtively ducks into your row and sits down next to you, grinning mischievously. You are delighted and amazed to see that she is wearing nothing at all except for one of her skimpy, sheer white thongs. She smiles at you and says, “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Love the outfit.”
“Glad you approve,” she replies, with a little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – this will probably be my last day!”
“You’re still going to try to get away with it, though?” you inquire.
Charlotte nods. “If there’s any chance at all, then yes. I’ll do my best.” She rests her forearm on the bench in front of her, and slouches low so that her breasts are hidden from the professor’s view. “Hopefully he’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top,” she mutters.
The strategy seems to work, for the professor, despite giving her a curious glance, does not investigate further before launching into the lecture.
A few minutes later, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her naked breast.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it and playing with her nipple. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand further over, to play with her other breast.
Charlotte does not seem to mind this at all. She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte stares at you. “That’s quite a gamble!” she says. “Unless you’ve decided that now’s the time for me to get kicked out…”
“Perhaps the professor will be cool about it,” you say hopefully.
“I suppose we’ll find out shortly,” says Charlotte. She sits up straight, fully exposing her breasts to Professor McGann and any students in front of you who happen to look behind them.
It does not take long for the professor to notice. She pauses mid-sentence, staring at Charlotte in astonishment, then she frowns and barks, “All right Charlotte, this time you’ve gone too far! Go to the Principal’s office immediately!”
“Oh but Professor,” you protest quickly, “it was just a harmless dare! Don’t be such a prude!”
“You can go with her!” she thunders. “I’m well aware that you’re the instigator behind Charlotte’s recent exhibitionism!”
“Bugger,” you mutter.
“I’m going to text Professor Daniels right now,” says Professor McGann, “so he’ll be expecting you both!” She folds her arms, and waits for you to leave.
“Oh dear,” murmurs Charlotte, getting to her feet. “Looks like our luck finally ran out.”
“Looks that way,” you reply glumly as you follow her towards the door.
The two of you walk hand in hand out of the building and across the campus to the university’s administrative offices. There, you find the Principal’s office, and knock.
“Come in!”
You and Charlotte enter, and stand together in front of the professor’s desk like naughty schoolchildren.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Charlotte up and down. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Charlotte, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“I’m an exhibitionist,” says Charlotte unabashedly.
“Hmm, yes, that much is clear,” says the professor. “And this young man has been encouraging your adventures, I gather. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to expel you both. I’m sure this comes as no surprise to either of you.”
“It doesn’t, and I understand,” says Charlotte. “However, I am the only exhibitionist here. If you expel me, there is no need to expel my boyfriend. He won’t get into any trouble without me, whereas the converse would not be true.”
The professor raises his eyebrows, and turns to you. “Would you agree with that?” he asks.
“Yes, I’d say that’s probably true,” you say. “I have no desire to flash my own bits around campus.”
The professor shakes his head. “Sorry, but you’ve broken numerous rules in any case...”
“Professor, may I speak to you privately?” Charlotte interrupts him.
The professor looks wary, but nods. “All right,” he says.
You look at Charlotte, and she smiles. “Just wait outside, Sweetie,” she says. “I’ll fix this.”
“Okay, if you say so,” you reply.
You leave the professor’s office, closing the door behind you, and take a seat in the waiting room outside. A mousy-looking, dark-haired girl in her late teens is sitting there, watching you curiously. She is dressed rather frumpily, but her baggy jumper cannot hide the fact that she has impressively large breasts.
“Hi there,” you say.
“Hi,” she responds shyly.
You sit down and take out your phone. A couple of minutes later, the girl says, “So, you and Charlotte finally got into trouble?”
“You know about us?” you inquire in surprise.
She nods. “Well, you two are kind of famous around campus,” she says. “There’s even a popular YouTube channel devoted to videos of the two of you.” Then, with her cheeks reddening, she adds, “Apparently.”
“There is?” you say, wide-eyed. “Wow. Well, it’s been a lot of fun, but it seems like it’s all over. That old fogey in there...”
“...Is my dad,” says the girl.
“That super-nice gentleman in there,” you continue, “has expelled us. Charlotte’s making a case for me to stay, but she’s definitely out.”
“Oh!” says the girl. Her expression turns thoughtful. “I ... I’m Rebecca, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” you reply.
Rebecca’s expression turns wistful. “Charlotte’s incredibly brave, isn’t she? So confident and uninhibited. I wish I could be a little more like her...”
You chuckle, and say,
“Stick to your studies, Rebecca.”
“Sounds like you just need an encouraging boyfriend.”
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte grins. “Why not?” she murmurs. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while completely naked.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “Me too,” she murmurs. Then, a moment later, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her little jar of Vaseline. “Here, take this,” she says. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she eases herself off her seat and gets down onto her hands and knees.
You eagerly take up a kneeling position behind her, and you pull her thong down to her knees. Taking out your erection and lubricating it with the Vaseline, you plunge it deep into Charlotte’s warm vagina. She moans softly as you begin to thrust in and out of her.
The professor glances up towards the back of the room, but you preempt him by turning your upper body towards the front and feigning a look of mild interest. Then, when he turns away again, you turn back towards Charlotte and resume vigorously fucking her.
After a couple of minutes, you lube up Charlotte’s anal sphincter, then you take your penis out of her vagina and plunge it deep into her rectum. You fuck her anus powerfully for a few minutes, pausing occasionally to turn and feign interest when the professor glances up at you. Then, with your orgasm approaching, you pull out and slide your erection back into Charlotte’s vagina.
You pace yourself, timing your climax to coincide with Charlotte’s. She shudders as she hits her orgasm, but fortunately manages to keep relatively quiet. Even so, a few curious glances are directed your way by students in front of you. You angle your torso toward the front and pretend nothing is amiss, while your penis finishes spurting semen up against Charlotte’s cervix.
A few moments later you pull out of Charlotte, tug her thong up into place, and help her back into her seat. Her cheeks are very flushed and she is smiling happily. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was lovely!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte nods. “Of course, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte nods. “Sure,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shrugs. “Not great,” she admits. “Dad and I keep getting into religious arguments, and he doesn’t like how ‘racy’ my clothes have been getting. This morning he totally freaked out at me for dancing to reggae music in just a pair of panties – in my own room!”
“Wow,” you say. “I’m sorry.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and soon you have stripped off her thong.
Naked, Charlotte smiles at you. “Someone could come along at any moment,” she murmurs.
“I know,” you say, “and that’s why...
We should have sex immediately.”
I want you to go upstairs and flaunt your nudity at someone.”
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte seems happy to lie down with you and make out. To your delight, she does not raise any objection when you suck on her nipples, nor when you slide your hand into the front of her thong and stroke her pussy with your fingers.
After a few minutes, you begin tugging her thong down, and she lifts her bottom off the grass a little to make it easier for you. Pulling the flimsy garment over her feet, you toss it aside and then pull Charlotte’s knees apart.
“What now?” she asks, rather wide-eyed.
You grin and say, “Now...
I’m going to fuck you, right here in front of everyone.”
I want you to show off your vagina to everyone who walks by.”
Charlotte shivers. “Risky!” she whispers back. “But fun. I’ll do it, of course.”
She tugs her thong down, and kicks it off her feet. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she gets up and walks, naked, along the row of seats towards the aisle. When she reaches the door, she turns around, treating you to a lovely view of her breasts and pussy. She gives you a little wave and a naughty grin, then she slips through the door and out of sight. You look around; nobody has noticed Charlotte’s departure.
Three or four minutes later, Charlotte returns, peeking through the window and choosing her moment carefully before in the door and coming in. She makes it all the way back to you unnoticed, and she gives you a kiss. “That was fun!” she says, as she pulls her thong back on.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right Sweetie,” she says, “but this time, I’m driving. Lie down on your back.”
You wait until the professor is not looking, then you hoist your legs up and lie down across the seats as Charlotte scoots forwards to make room. She takes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag, unzips you and frees your penis, then she thoroughly lubes you up until your erection is both rock-hard and slippery.
Then, pulling her thong down, Charlotte shuffles over until she is squatting in front of your loins. She reaches between her legs to grab your cock, then, slowly lowering herself down, she guides it into her vagina.
Having impaled herself on you, she calmly resumes taking notes. You cannot see the professor from where you are lying, but you guess that he might be currently facing the students. When, a minute later, Charlotte starts to bounce up and down on you, you surmise that the Professor has turned back to his board.
It is a slow, frustrating, but ultimately rewarding fuck. Charlotte climaxes first, but she keeps bouncing until you groan and shoot your semen up into the recesses of her vagina.
Charlotte dismounts a minute later, and you tuck yourself away and sit up. You watch as Charlotte pulls up her thong, then you grin at her as she turns and winks at you.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and they stare at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina. Then Neil says, “Can I have a go?”
“Sure,” you reply, pulling your fingers out of your girlfriend. Neil inserts two of his own fingers into Charlotte’s moist dark orifice, and Charlotte moans softly as he begins to slide them rhythmically in and out.
“Me next!” says Roddy eagerly, after a couple of minutes of watching Neil bringing Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm.
“All right,” chuckles Neil. He removes his fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, then slides one of them into her anus, making her gasp. Then Roddy pushes the index and middle fingers of his right hand into her vagina, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her.
It is not long before Charlotte reaches her orgasm, moaning into her crooked elbow. Pulling their fingers out of her, Neil and Roddy high-five each other and return to their workstation, while Charlotte, panting, bends down to pull up her thong.
“Did you enjoy that?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh my God, yes!” says Charlotte, sighing happily. “Thank you.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she reaches over to her bag to retrieve her little jar of Vaseline. “Here!” she whispers. “This’ll help.”
You grin and quickly lubricate your erection, before sinking it deep into Charlotte’s vagina. You glance over at Neil and Roddy as you begin thrusting inside her; they are staring at you with a mixture of awe and astonishment.
Knowing Owen is constantly on the prowl, you fuck Charlotte hard and fast, trying to get to your climax as quickly as possible. Fortunately you manage to reach orgasm before he appears, and you groan with pleasure as you grasp Charlotte’s hips and press your loins hard against her bottom, spurting your semen deep inside her.
Seeing the top of Owen’s head looming close, you hurriedly withdraw from Charlotte’s vagina and tuck your penis away. Charlotte tugs her thong up, then she turns around and gives you a deep kiss as Neil and Roddy applaud quietly a few feet away.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy and breasts.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning, he reaches up and grasps her left breast with his left hand, while his right hand reaches down to cup her pussy. Charlotte smiles, and you say…
“Charlotte, why don’t you get on your knees and give Neil a nice blow-job?”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Charlotte, be a good girl and bend over so Neil can fuck you.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus – much to the driver’s delight – that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of male attention. As you are queuing for your food, many opportunistic male hands grope Charlotte’s breasts and buttocks, and she does absolutely nothing to discourage them.
When the two of you sit down at a table, Charlotte says, with a little giggle, “Ooh, I do love getting groped!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte grins, and fishes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag. She hands it to you, then she lies down on the carpet and spreads her legs for you. You unzip your jeans, take out your erection, and lube it up thoroughly. Then you lie down on top of Charlotte, and, with a sigh of contentment, slide your hard penis deep inside her.
Despite her earlier concern about someone passing by, Charlotte purrs with pleasure as she wraps her legs around you, and seems quite happy for you to take it slowly, allowing her arousal to build at the same rate as your own. Ten minutes later, you climax together while muffling the sounds of your ecstatic moans in each other’s shoulder. After cuddling together for a few precious moments, you climb off Charlotte so that she can get dressed.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte gulps, but she looks excited. “Okay!” she says.
In the middle of this floor of the library are several tables, some of which are occupied by studying students. Professor Higgins, who usually spends her lunches in the library, is reading a newspaper in an armchair in the corner. There is no way for you and Charlotte to get to the lift without being seen by any number of these people.
The stairs, however, can be reached a little more safely, by skirting around the backs of the rows of bookshelves in the physical sciences and biological sciences sections. Only the very foot of the stairs is visible from the tables in the middle of the room. You and Charlotte manage to reach the stairs without being seen, and you hurry up them to the next floor.
It is much less busy up here. The only people you see are four geeky-looking lads playing a board game at a table in the far corner.
“It’s Wally and his mates,” you say. “They’ll be more than happy to see you. Come on.” As you approach the young men, you grin. “Hi chaps!”
Four jaws drop in unison. “Whoa!” says Wally, staring at Charlotte.
“Hi,” says Justin, by far the most laid-back of the four.
You chuckle, and say,
“Mind if we join your game?”
“Who wants to fuck my girlfriend?”
“Okay!” says Charlotte excitedly.
You fish out from her bag her little jar of Vaseline, which you use to lubricate her pussy and vagina, gleefully and liberally. Then, taking your erect penis out of your jeans, you lie down on top of Charlotte and ease yourself slowly inside her.
“God, we’re completely insane for doing this!” gasps Charlotte as she wraps her legs around your back.
You begin fucking her, but it is not long before a small crowd of spectators gathers around you on the grass. “Have you two lost your minds?” demands one young woman. “You’re going to get yourselves kicked out of university!”
“It’s ... a risk!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “But trust me ... the thrill ... is amazing!”
Fortunately your audience shields you from the view of a couple of faculty members who walk by during the next few minutes. With some careful pacing, you manage to time your orgasm to coincide with Charlotte’s own, and she shudders beneath you as you pump your semen into her vagina.
The crowd around you begins to disperse, but a couple of the lads stay behind to take photos with their phones as you roll off Charlotte, fully revealing her nudity and the semen leaking out of her vagina. “Ooh, maybe I’ll post these on the internet!” one of them teases Charlotte.
“Do what you like with them,” pants Charlotte, her eyes half-closed. “It was worth it.”
Once the last of the audience has departed, Charlotte finally puts her thong back on. “Well that was fun,” she says with a happy sigh. “It’s only a matter of time, though, before we get into serious trouble.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Charlotte with a shy smile. She spreads her legs wide, then reaches down to her pussy with her hands and pulls her labia apart, exposing every detail of her genitalia. Two women pass by, gasp in horror, and hurry on their way with averted eyes.
It is not long, however, before a small cluster of young men has gathered in front of Charlotte, staring in delight at her pussy. Growing bolder, they approach and then sit down around her. “I’ve heard you like being fingered, Charlotte,” says one of them, as he inserts his middle finger into her vagina.
“You heard right; I love it,” says Charlotte.
“And you don’t mind this?” another lad asks you incredulously.
“Not at all,” you reply. “Have fun with her.”
From that point, things escalate quickly. Male hands, fingers and tongues explore every part of Charlotte’s body. The lads take turns French-kissing her, and it is not long before the first penis is pulled out. Charlotte moans happily as it slides into her vagina, and she wraps her legs around the young man’s back, while sucking eagerly on another lad’s tongue.
More penises are brought out, and Charlotte soon has one of them in her mouth. Then, once the first man has spurted his load inside her and pulled out, another man takes his place. He thrusts his erection deep inside her, then he turns her on to her side, and one of the other lads carefully works his cock into her anus.
Over the next few minutes, more and more young men join the crowd, and most of them seem to want to fuck Charlotte. Whenever one penis climaxes in her mouth, another is ready to take its place a moment later. The same goes for her vagina and anus. Watching her face and body, you note that she is having multiple orgasms. You also note that a couple of lads are filming the gangbang with their phones.
As two o’clock approaches, you say, “Okay chaps, that’s enough. No new penetrations. The lads inside Charlotte can finish off, but then that’s it.”
One by one, the three young men currently inside Charlotte groan and shoot their semen into her body. Then the crowd disperses as you help Charlotte to her feet. Semen pours down her thighs. “God, that was amazing!” she pants. “I just adore being gangbanged! And I adore you, for letting me have this experience.” She throws her arms around you and kisses you.
“Come on,” you say. “Or we’ll be late for lab.”
Charlotte pulls on her thong, and the two of you return to the Geography building, where Charlotte takes a couple of minutes to clean herself up in the ladies’. Then you and she head up to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Without hesitation, Charlotte drops to her knees and unzips Neil’s jeans. Reaching inside, she retrieves his erect penis and begins sucking on it, bobbing her rhythmically while you and Roddy watch, spellbound. Neil closes his eyes and utters little grunts of pleasure.
Five minutes later, he gasps and stiffens, then he clutches the back of Charlotte’s head and jerks his loins, clearly in the throes of orgasm. Charlotte swallows, and swallows again, and then she continues to suck on Neil’s softening penis for over a minute afterwards.
“Wow!” says Neil, finally pulling his penis out of Charlotte’s mouth and tucking it away. “That was brilliant. Thanks Charlotte!”
“You’re welcome,” says Charlotte, pulling up her thong as she gets to her feet.
Neil and Roddy return to their places, and all of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Then he stops and says, “Bend over, Charlotte – I’m going to fuck you.”
With a little squeal of excitement, Charlotte immediately turns around and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet well apart and arching her back. Neil grins as he takes his erect penis out of his jeans. Lubricating it with his saliva, he positions it at the opening of her vagina, and then slowly sinks it in. When it is completely buried, he begins to thrust it rhythmically in and out of her.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer, looking for signs of trouble. But nobody else seems to have noticed anything, and Owen is busy helping someone on the other side of the lab with their assignment.
Neil is by now fucking Charlotte so vigorously that she is biting her own shoulder in an attempt to stop herself from moaning too loudly. Neil’s stamina is impressive; he maintains this breathtaking pace for more than five minutes, then actually speeds up as he approaches his orgasm.
Charlotte squeals and shudders as she comes to her own climax first. Then Neil, groaning in ecstasy, unloads his semen deep inside Charlotte’s vagina. Panting, he pulls out of her and tucks his penis away, then he returns to his workstation with Roddy, while a rather breathless Charlotte pulls her thong back up.
“God, he’s good!” she gasps.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Wally. He and Alan shuffle apart on one side of the table, and Charlotte sits down between them; Robbie and Justin make room for you on the other side.
The lads are in the middle of a game of Carcassonne, but they scrap it and restart. You and Charlotte join in, but, being the least experienced players, are not doing very well when you notice that it is almost two o’clock.
“Charlotte and I have a lab now,” you say. “Sorry to abandon the game.”
“No problem!” says Wally cheerfully.
“It was a pleasure having you both join us!” says Alan.
“Thank you – I had fun,” says Charlotte. She turns and gives Alan a soft kiss on the lips; his cheeks turn bright pink instantly and his eyes widen. Then she turns and kisses Wally too. As she pulls away from him, he is beaming happily. Getting up, she comes around the table and kisses Robbie and Justin on the lips too.
Charlotte puts her thong back on, and then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
The four lads look startled by the suggestion, but then they all nod eagerly. As Charlotte steps towards them, they get up from their table and surround her.
“Are you sure this is okay?” asks Wally.
Charlotte nods. “I’ll fuck anyone he tells me to fuck,” she says with a smile as all four young men begin to fondle her breasts, buttocks, and pussy. She puts her arms around Wally’s neck and kisses him, with plenty of tongue. Then she kisses each of his friends in turn, equally deeply. Then, calmly, she bends over the table, plants her hands on its surface, and spreads her feet wide apart.
Alan steps forward first. Taking his penis out of his trousers and spitting into his hand, he lubricates Charlotte’s pussy with his fingers, then slowly eases his erection into her vagina. With a look of sheer joy on his face, he starts fucking her with sharp, vigorous thrusts. Charlotte closes her eyes and purrs contentedly.
Once Alan has climaxed inside her, Wally takes his turn. Then, grimacing slightly at the semen dripping from Charlotte’s vaginal opening, Justin sinks his own erection into her. Five minutes later, when Robbie finally enters Charlotte, semen splurges out around the shaft of his erection. “Eww,” he says, as he begins fucking her with almost no friction at all. Eventually, though, he too climaxes with a shudder and a groan, and then he pulls out of her, his penis coated with his friends’ sperm. “Ugh!” he says, hastily wiping it with a rather dirty handkerchief.
“Thank you all very much,” says Charlotte as she stands up and turns around. She kisses all four lads again. Then you and she bid them a good afternoon, and head back to the staircase.
Quickly descending the stairs, the two of you conceal yourselves in a secluded aisle, and Charlotte puts on her thong. You kiss her, and whisper, “You were great up there, my darling. I’m very proud of you.”
Charlotte smiles. “I love it when you offer me to other men,” she says. “It’s so deliciously depraved.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Absolutely,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte and laughs. “My goodness!” she says. “You’re making me feel overdressed! Are you looking for a job?”
“No,” says Charlotte, grinning. “We’re just here to eat.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them with amusement, and after the waitress leaves, she smirks and says, “What I wouldn’t give to have her breasts!”
“Don’t be silly – yours are perfect,” you tell her.
Dickie Brewer emerges from the back of the room, and speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“Want to pole-dance again?”
“How about getting completely naked?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside takes one look at Charlotte’s bare breasts and thong, and says, “Sorry, but you can’t come in here like that! Put some clothes on, for heaven’s sake!”
Disappointed, you and Charlotte leave the restaurant. “Well I can’t say I’m surprised,” says Charlotte. “But what shall we do now?”
You reply, “Let’s go...
Back to my halls of residence and have dinner there.”
And have dinner at Slick Willy’s.”
Charlotte grins. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and heads over to the pole. Dickie grins, though a little apprehensively. “We have a volunteer!” he exclaims. “And wow, she’s already down to just a thong!” Then, switching off the mic, he says something quietly to Charlotte which you cannot hear. You can guess, however, that he is asking her not to get too explicit.
Music plays; Charlotte smiles, and begins to dance. She does not use the pole much; she just swings around it a few times and arches her back against it. Then, grasping the sides of her thong, she tugs it down her legs, steps out of it, and kicks it to one side. Cheers and wolf-whistles erupt from the mostly male spectators, and Charlotte smiles happily as she dances, with admirable confidence, completely naked.
Abandoning the pole, she begins dancing from table to table, giving eager male diners lewd close-up views of her pussy. She twerks in front of one man, spreading her feet well apart as she gyrates her bottom just inches from his face, and she places her left foot on another man’s thigh while she fingers her vagina for his viewing pleasure.
Dickie is watching her anxiously; he is no doubt ready to step in and put a stop to Charlotte’s dance if she makes physical contact with anybody. As she dances past your table, she winks at you and blows you a kiss. You beckon to her, and when she comes and bends down next to you, you say, “I’ll try to distract Dickie; I want you to...
Lie down on your back and masturbate until you climax in front of everyone.”
Start giving these men the most outrageous lap dances imaginable.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Well that won’t take much effort,” she remarks. She half rises from her chair, slips off her thong, and tucks it into her bag.
“Awesome,” you say happily.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte now completely naked, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
She remains naked for the rest of the meal, only putting her thong back on as you are paying the bill. Outside, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has climbed on to a table and lain back, lifting her legs in the air and spreading her thighs wide apart. With nearly all of the men in the room, and some of the women, staring at her exposed pussy, she begins to slide two fingers of her right hand in and out of her vagina, while rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her left hand.
Fortunately, Dickie seems to have tuned out the sounds of cheering and wolf-whistling behind him, so engrossed is he in the unfolding tale of Charlotte’s exhibitionism at the university. Even her unbridled cries of orgasmic ecstasy do not distract him.
“And then we were like, ‘Where shall we eat?’, and then of course I suggested this place,” you say, concluding your story. “And here we are.”
“Incredible!” says Dickie. He looks around to see Charlotte returning to the table with her thong in her hand. “You’re an amazing girl!” he tells her.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile. As Dickie leaves the table, she pulls on her thong and sits back down.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has straddled the lap of one of five men sitting at a nearby table, and is kissing him with lots of tongue while he fingers her vagina. As you continue to tell Dickie about what happened during this morning’s lectures, Charlotte reaches down to unzip the man’s trousers, and from the way she settles down on to his lap a moment later, you know his penis is now inside her. She starts to bounce up and down on him, as his friends whoop and applaud.
It is not long before the man climaxes inside Charlotte. She kisses him, then climbs off his lap and moves on to one of his friends. You begin to stretch out your story, getting a little creative with the truth as you attempt to give Charlotte more time. This strategy works; Dickie is enthralled, and soon Charlotte is moving on to the next table with the sperm of five men running down her thighs.
She manages to have sex with two more men by the time you come to the end of your story. You beckon to her as she climbs off her seventh penis, and, by the time Dickie turns around to look, Charlotte is walking back towards your table.
“All done with your dance?” says Dickie. “I hope you had fun – you’re an amazing girl!”
“I had lots of fun thanks,” says Charlotte with an impish grin. As Dickie leaves the table, she sits back down. “Wow!” she gasps. “That was intense.”
“Well done, darling,” you say with a smile. “Your sluttiness is beyond compare.”
“Here, you forgot this,” says Dickie, returning to your table. He hands Charlotte her thong.
“Oh – thank you,” says Charlotte, and she puts the flimsy garment back on.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Yes please!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head on foot into the seedier part of town, where the sight of a near-naked woman is a little less uncommon. You spot a couple of prostitutes hanging out on street corners, and you remark, “You’re prettier than these women ... not to mention more naked.”
Charlotte takes off her thong and tucks it into her bag. “Completely naked, now,” she says with a giggle. “So, what do you have in mind?”
You come to an empty street corner next to a quiet alley, and say, “This looks like a good spot. Let’s wait for a man to stop by and ask you for sex, and then I want you to...
Offer him a free fuck, in your vagina or anus – his choice.”
Tell him you’ll go with him and indulge any depraved fantasy he likes for two hours, for five hundred pounds.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head to the park, whose paths are fortunately quite well illuminated. As you walk through it, hand in hand, you pass a bandstand in which a number of teenage boys are hanging out, smoking and drinking. All of them stop talking as they catch sight of you, and they stare lustfully at Charlotte.
“All right darlin’?” one of them calls out to her.
“Hi,” says Charlotte, waving to them.
Gripping Charlotte’s hand, you lead her...
Past the bandstand, heading deeper into the park.
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Who wants to take part in an erotic photo shoot?”
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Do whatever you like with my girlfriend; I’ll be back to pick her up in two hours.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus driver is thrilled to have a near-naked young woman board his bus. Some of the other passengers are less enthused, but none of them complains to the driver, and the ride back to Juniper Hall is uneventful. Once back at your hall, you lead Charlotte past scores of astonished students, and take her up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car pulls around the corner into the alley, and stops. You wait for a couple of minutes, then you creep closer, listening. As you approach the car, you can hear rhythmic male grunts interspersed with Charlotte’s higher-pitched moans of pleasure.
Five minutes later, Charlotte gets out, and the car drives away. You walk up to her with a smile and say, “How was it?”
“Good!” replies Charlotte happily. “Just an old-fashioned missionary-style vaginal fucking, but nice.”
“Well, let’s get out of here,” you say. “I don’t fancy waiting around another half-hour for the next horny customer to arrive.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte shivers, then nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car drives off, and you wait. And wait. The evening gets darker and chillier, and you walk briskly up and down while catching up on Twitter. Time passes agonisingly slowly.
After two and a half hours you are starting to worry, but then a car appears and comes to a halt next to you. The passenger door opens, and Charlotte gets out, looking rather tired. She smiles when she sees you, and comes over to kiss you while the car drives off. She then proudly hands you a wad of cash. “Here you go, my pimp,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say, pocketing the money. “So, what did you have to do to earn this?”
Charlotte chuckles. “This chap loved to roleplay,” she says. “I was a very naughty nurse, and he was my patient. It was rather fun, really!”
You pull her into a hug. “I’m proud of you, my sexy little whore,” you say, and she shudders in your arms.
“Yes,” she murmurs happily. “I am a whore.”
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The teenagers look disappointed as you walk past them without stopping, and they emerge from the bandstand to watch Charlotte’s retreating bottom.
A couple of minutes later you arrive at the river, where tall nettles cluster thickly around a park bench. Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag, then she lies down on the bench and spreads her legs. “Fuck me,” she says. “Please?”
You smile as you...
Pull down your jeans and boxers, and lie down on top of her.
Carefully pluck a nettle and brush it against Charlotte’s pussy.
Every one of the boys immediately volunteers, and you begin posing them as Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag. “Okay, you with the floppy hair, sit down here ... and you, acne boy, kneel down just there... Charlotte, sit down right there, and put your left foot up on his shoulder ... perfect. Now you, Blondie, come down here and sit on the middle step there ... and slide two of your fingers into her vagina ... great! Now acne boy, I want you to grab her left breast, and stick your tongue in her mouth ... wonderful. Now you, floppy hair, start sucking on her right nipple.”
You take the first photo, and then rearrange everyone for the next. As the photo shoot progresses, the poses become more explicit. Soon Charlotte is posing with a penis in her mouth; shortly afterwards, with one in her vagina. Four photos after that, you capture her smiling happily with one penis in her vagina and another in her rectum. And whenever a boy puts his erection inside Charlotte, after the photo is taken you allow him to climax inside her before withdrawing.
Soon there are only three boys who have not yet spent their sperm. You pose them with their erections in Charlotte’s mouth, vagina, and anus, take a photo, and then let them all fuck her until they spurt their semen inside her.
“Well that was fun,” giggles Charlotte as the two of you walk away from the bandstand. She is still naked, and apparently unconcerned about the semen running down the insides of her thighs. “What will you do with those photos?”
“Oh, probably email them to your dad,” you say airily.
Charlotte laughs. “I wouldn’t mind if you did,” she says. “He would kick me out, but we’re almost at that point anyway.”
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The boys stare at you, their eyes wide. Then they laugh in delight as you walk away, leaving Charlotte at their mercy. When you glance backward, you see them crowding around her.
You kill a couple of hours on a nearby park bench, out of sight (and earshot) of the bandstand. When you eventually return, only three boys are still there. One of them is laughing raucously as he fucks Charlotte’s rectum; with his left hand he is pulling her hair, while with his right he is slapping her buttock in time with his thrusts. Then, as you climb the steps into the bandstand, the lad groans and stops thrusting. With a beatific smile, he remains buried inside your girlfriend for another minute or so, then he pulls out and tucks himself away.
“She’s all yours, mate,” he says.
Charlotte retrieves her bag, and the two of you head away from the bandstand. “Where’s your thong?” you ask.
“In my bag,” replies Charlotte.
You nod, then inquire, “Did you have a nice time?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Yes thank you,” she says. “I do love a good gangbang.”
You leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
As you bury your erection in Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. You fuck her for five minutes or so, then you pull out, slide your penis into her anus, and fuck her rectum for a while. Then, feeling your orgasm approaching, you switch back to her vagina and ejaculate just as she reaches her own climax.
You cuddle with Charlotte for a while, but the bench is not particularly comfortable, and eventually you both decide that it is time to get up and move on.
“Shall I put my thong back on?” asks Charlotte. “Or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
You tuck your hand up inside your sleeve, and pluck a tall nettle by gripping its stalk through the material of your shirt. Charlotte’s eyes widen as you bring its tip over to her pussy, and she squeals as you brush it against her labia.
“Ow! Ow! It’s stinging me!” she gasps, but she does not attempt to close her legs or get out of the way, so you continue to sting her with the nettle, prodding it against her labia and clitoris, and around the entrance to her vagina and anus.
“Pull yourself open,” you instruct her.
Biting her lip, Charlotte tucks the tips of her index and middle fingers of both hands into her vagina, and pulls them apart, exposing her vulnerable soft interior flesh.
Grinning, you plunge the tip of the nettle inside her, pushing it deep. Charlotte shrieks as her sensitive flesh receives dozens of stings, but she bravely holds her position while the nettle’s flimsy stalk curls up against her cervix and its leaves become packed together in her vagina.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” cries Charlotte, tears springing from her eyes. “It stings so badly!”
You continue to fold up the nettle inside her vagina until only a couple of inches of leafless stalk remain sticking out of her. “Now get up and bend over the bench,” you tell her.
Whimpering and gasping, Charlotte gets up and turns around, bending over and planting her hands on the bench as she spreads her feet apart. You retrieve her Vaseline from her bag, lube up your erection, and sink it into her anus. As you fuck her rectum, Charlotte reaches between her legs and begins fucking herself with the nettle, gasping as it continues to pepper her vagina with new stings.
Despite her obvious pain, Charlotte manages to bring herself to orgasm just a few seconds after, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen deep into her bowels.
Once you have pulled out of her anus, Charlotte slowly pulls the nettle out of her vagina, wincing as it stings her several more times. “Holy shit!” she says. “My entire pussy is burning!”
“Sorry,” you apologise.
“Don’t be,” she says. “You can do that to me whenever you want.” Then she smirks. “Now shall I put my thong back on, or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her puffy, nettle-stung pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte obediently turns and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet apart and arching her back to present her vagina for fucking. Neil wastes no time in pulling his erection out of his jeans. He grasps Charlotte’s hips with both hands and pulls her toward him, impaling her on his penis. Then he begins to thrust, as Roddy looks around anxiously.
Charlotte smiles happily as Neil fucks her with increasing speed. “God, I love having a cock inside me,” she murmurs.
Neil climaxes a couple of minutes later. Panting, he pulls out of Charlotte’s vagina and tucks himself back into his jeans. “Go on, Roddy,” he says. “Your turn.”
Roddy raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod and smile at him. Eagerly, he unzips his jeans and takes out his erect penis, which is somewhat larger than Neil’s. Charlotte moans with pleasure as he sinks it into her.
You keep an eye on Owen’s roaming head as Roddy gives Charlotte a quiet but energetic fucking. She is clearly getting close to her orgasm, judging by her expression and her white-knuckle grip upon the stool. Then she turns her head and squeals into her shoulder as her body shudders in a powerful climax.
Roddy now withdraws his penis from Charlotte’s vagina, and pushes it against her anal sphincter. Lubricated with Neil’s semen, the puckered ring of muscle opens up readily, and Charlotte gasps as Roddy’s thick shaft fills her rectum. He fucks her for another couple of minutes, then he groans as he pours his semen into her bowels.
Once he has pulled out of her and zipped himself up, he and Neil both thank you profusely as they return to their workstation. Charlotte pulls her thong back up, smiling contentedly, and the two of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your thong?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to fuck you?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a shiver. “I imagine Adolf is missing me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s breasts and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” says Colin.
“Hi Babe,” says Adolf. “Take off your thong, there’s a good girl.”
Charlotte, to your delight, immediately pulls her thong down and steps out of it. As Colin and Adolf stare with undisguised lust at her naked body, you say, “Good girl. Now...
Do whatever else Adolf tells you.”
I think all three of us should fuck you ... at the same time.”
You lead Charlotte to the bar, where cheers greet her arrival. A stool is made available for her, while you find yourself nudged into the background, barely able to see your girlfriend through the jostling young men competing for her attention.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. You catch a glimpse of Charlotte’s breasts being caressed by eager hands. Then Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Then, to the delight of most of her audience, she suddenly pulls her thong down, steps out of it, then resumes dancing, now completely naked. The volume of cheers and wolf-whistles practically doubles.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines. Picking up her thong, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte grins, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would all of you nice gentlemen like to fuck me?” she asks them with a smile.
There is an immediate chorus of enthusiastic assent. “Gawd, yer an absolute saint, you are,” says Terry.
Charlotte sighs happily as she lies down on a coat that one of the men spreads out for her. Then she purrs with contentment as the first unwashed homeless penis enters her.
The men take it in turns to fuck your girlfriend and fill her with their semen. A couple of the older ones have some trouble getting erect, either because of performance anxiety or because of the declining functionality of their ageing bodies. But Charlotte is very patient with them, letting them take their time and using her mouth to encourage their arousal when necessary. Eventually, every one of them has spilled his sperm inside her.
As Charlotte lies panting, her legs spread, semen leaking out of her vagina and pooling around her buttocks, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
Charlotte shivers, then nods excitedly, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would you nice gentlemen be so kind as to let me fuck your dogs?” she asks them with an affected air of wide-eyed innocence.
The men all laugh dirtily. “Sure thing, Sweetheart,” says one of them. He lays his coat out on the ground, and Charlotte gets down on to her hands and knees.
The first dog to mount her is Mack, a powerful-looking mix of sheepdog and Mastiff traits. His owner carefully guides his thick, growing penis into Charlotte’s vagina, where it sinks deep. The dog barks excitedly as it starts thrusting rapidly, and Charlotte squeals as the animal’s claws dig into her back.
Once Mack has climaxed inside her, his owner pulls him off and the second dog, Brutus, mounts your girlfriend. He is even larger than Mack, and Charlotte gasps as his swollen cock penetrates her. Then she moans with pleasure as he starts fucking her with intense energy.
Once Brutus has ejaculated inside her, Charlotte collapses on to her elbows, panting. Brutus attempts to climb off, but he seems to be stuck. Terry and his friends laugh. “His knot’s stuck inside you!” says Brutus’s owner gleefully.
Charlotte winces as, half a minute later, Brutus yanks his knot out of her. Then, recovering her smile, she rolls over on to her back and spreads her legs. “Anyone else want me?” she asks.
Before long, Terry and every one of his friends has fucked Charlotte right in front of you. Then, as she lies exhausted with semen pouring out of her gaping vagina, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck. And plenty of dogs, too!”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“I like the sound of that!” says Adolf, with a dirty laugh. “All right Charlotte, get on the bed on your hands and knees – I’m going to fuck your arsehole.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte meekly. She climbs on to the bed, positions herself on all fours, and spreads her knees apart. Adolf climbs onto the bed behind her, then coughs up copious quantities of saliva and mucus, which he uses to lubricate his erection and her anus.
“Oh yeah,” says Adolf as he sinks his penis deep into Charlotte’s rectum, making her gasp and wince. He begins fucking her with a joyous grin on his face. “Hey Charlotte,” he says. “Suck Colin’s cock.”
Colin grins as he unzips his jeans and takes out his own pudgy, semi-erect penis. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed and slaps his cock against Charlotte’s cheek. She opens her mouth, takes in his penis, and begins sucking on it.
You watch, mesmerised, as Adolf fucks Charlotte with wild, exuberant thrusts. Then, after a couple of minutes, he pulls his erection out of her anus. “Down on your elbows,” he instructs Charlotte.
Charlotte complies, but this means she can no longer reach Colin’s penis; he sits down on the edge of the bed so that she can continue to suck him off. Adolf now plunges himself into Charlotte’s vagina, and he fucks her wildly until, a minute or so later, he climaxes with a groan.
“Okay, your turn Colin,” he says, pulling his penis out of your girlfriend.
Colin eagerly strips off his trousers and underwear, then he takes Adolf’s place on the bed behind Charlotte. He fucks her vagina for a minute or two, then, using Adolf’s semen as a lubricant, he slides his erection into her anus. A couple of minutes later, he ejaculates copiously into her rectum.
“Who’s up for some Star Trek?” asks Colin, climbing off Charlotte, who remains on her elbows and knees with her bottom sticking up in the air, her anus and vagina leaking semen.
“Sure,” you say.
“You chaps have fun with Star Trek,” says Adolf. “Charlotte and I are going to Gavin’s room.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes. Gavin is a dreg of humanity even more obnoxious than Adolf. As Adolf is fully aware, you have been barred from Gavin’s room ever since you called him an “ignorant little cunt”. Dreading to think what Gavin and Adolf might do with Charlotte without your supervision, you say,
“Okay, have fun.”
“I think not, Adolf.”
Charlotte shivers, but you can tell she is delighted by the idea. “Okay,” she says, and she climbs on to Colin’s bed. Lying back, she spreads her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy, vagina and anus for everyone’s viewing pleasure. “Do you want to fetch the Vaseline first, though, Sweetie?”
“Good idea,” you agree, and you hurry back to your room to retrieve your jar of Vaseline. When you get back to Colin’s room, you find that he and Adolf have already stripped off their trousers and underwear, and you quickly do the same. Then you say, “All right chaps, I’ll take her...
Mouth.”
Vagina.”
Anus.”
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply. “Now take off that thong – I want to see you get on the bus naked.”
“Your wish is my command,” says Charlotte. She removes her thong and tucks it into her bag.
The bus arrives, and its driver laughs in delight as Charlotte boards it, naked. The doors close, and the bus takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with drinks, and becoming very generous with her kisses. Male hands grope every inch of her body, and soon she is being laid down across a couple of bar stools. Her legs are lifted up in the air, and her thong is pulled off.
“Oh my!” gasps Charlotte as a thick penis slides into her vagina. Her next utterance is muffled as another penis is shoved into her mouth. She begins sucking on it willingly.
After three minutes of this, the first penis is withdrawn, and you briefly see white semen leaking out of Charlotte’s vagina before another penis is shoved in. Then you lose sight of her in the press of young men jostling in front of you, and you try to circle around to get a better vantage point.
Most of the women in the bar leave in disgust over the course of the next twenty minutes, as the crowd of horny young men around Charlotte grows and grows. After a full hour of her gangbang, you estimate that she has been fucked by at least twenty men, and the action shows no sign of abating.
Another hour passes, and the crowd thins sufficiently for you to see what is going on. Charlotte is lying on her side across two bar stools, with her legs being held almost in the splits position. One lad is fucking her vagina; another is in her anus. She is sucking on a third man’s penis.
After fifteen more minutes, every man remaining in the bar has come inside Charlotte – including the bartender. Charlotte is left alone, and she rolls off the stools, falling clumsily on to her hands and knees. She grabs her thong, and gets unsteadily to her feet. Seeing you, she smiles happily and walks over to you, with semen pouring down her thighs. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asks.
You nod. “Stay naked,” you say. “No more thong for you tonight.”
“Sure,” she says, and she puts her thong in her bag. Then you kiss her; she tastes of sperm.
“It’s getting late,” you remark. “We should get you home.”
“Never mind how late it is,” says Charlotte. “I need you to fuck me, back in your room. After I’ve cleaned up a bit and feel more human. Please?”
“Of course,” you say.
You take her back to your floor, where she takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Then she climbs into your bed, where you vigorously fuck her vagina and anus until the two of you climax together.
“Aah,” she sighs happily. “That’s better. Thank you.”
She remains naked as you walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and the bus driver whoops in delight as Charlotte boards. The doors close, and the bus drives away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You gently finger Charlotte’s vagina until her bus arrives. She boards it, much to the driver’s delight, then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
Continue.
Terry chuckles. “Well, you can’t blame me for asking,” he says, as you help Charlotte to her feet.
You walk Charlotte back to the bus stop, where you kiss her lovingly. “Well done, my darling,” you say.
Charlotte grins. “Not bad for an uptight church girl, eh?” she replies.
To your great satisfaction, she leaves her thong in her bag, remaining naked, with semen running down her thighs, until the bus arrives. She kisses you goodbye and boards the bus; the driver beams with delight, and says something to her that you do not catch, but it makes her laugh. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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Charlotte looks both excited and frightened. She rubs her clitoris harder as she says, “I will happily become these men’s sex slave, if that’s what you want.”
“Good!” you say. “That’s settled then. Gentlemen, she’s all yours.” You bend down and give Charlotte a kiss. “Goodbye my darling. Have fun in your new life.”
You pick up her bag and toss it into a nearby skip. Then you head to the bus stop. As the bus arrives, you glance back at Charlotte; she is French-kissing one of the homeless men, while another is attempting to push his entire hand into her vagina.
Then the bus takes you away, and you lose sight of Charlotte for good.
THE END
Return to last save point.
“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her thong down, and steps out of it.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her naked pussy.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now completely nude, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she bends over it and says, “My vagina needs attention. Barry, would you mind giving me a good hard fucking?”
Grinning, Barry moves around behind Charlotte and pulls her thong down to her ankles. “Sure!” he says. He unzips his jeans, takes out his erect penis, and plunges it deep inside her. As he fucks your girlfriend with a broad grin on his face, he looks over at you and winks.
You take a seat and watch Charlotte’s face as Barry’s penis pistons in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted in a half-smile of erotic pleasure. Then she opens her eyes, sees you looking at her, and grins at you.
After ten minutes or so, Barry suddenly increases the speed of his thrusting, and then he groans and stiffens as he pumps his semen into Charlotte. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he pulls out of her vagina, gives her a slap on her left buttock, and says, “All yours, Jeff.”
Jeff grimaces slightly at the sight of Barry’s semen oozing out of Charlotte’s vagina, but he barely hesitates before pulling out his own erection and sinking it into her moist depths. Gripping her hips, he fucks her so hard and fast that it soon brings her to orgasm.
“Oh God!” she cries. “Yes! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me hard! Aaaaahhhh!” She shudders as her entire body is wracked with orgasmic bliss.
Soon afterward, Jeff gasps and spasms as he reaches his own climax, filling her up with his sperm. When he pulls out of her, a minute or so later, she stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around his neck. “Thank you Jeff,” she says softly, and she gives him a tender kiss, to which he eagerly responds. You catch a brief glimpse of their tongues intertwining, before they pull apart.
Charlotte then turns to Barry, who takes her in his arms and bends her over backwards as he kisses her. It is a very sloppy kiss – you see saliva flowing down Barry’s tongue and into Charlotte’s mouth – but she does not seem to mind. When he eventually releases her, she picks up her thong and tucks it into her bag.
“Okay!” she says brightly. “Who wants another game of doubles?”
“Sure,” you reply.
Charlotte remains naked for the next two games, after which you and she bid Jeff and Barry goodnight.
Outside, you smile and say, “Good girl, Charlotte – I’m proud of you.”
She smiles happily. “I’ll fuck anyone you tell me to fuck,” she says.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
Continue.
Charlotte moves to allow Colin to lie down on his back, and then she lies down on top of him. Taking a dollop of Vaseline from the jar, she uses it to lube up Colin’s erection and her own vaginal opening. His four-inch-long, pudgy cock slips inside her, and he begins gently fucking her.
Adolf now applies Vaseline to his own erection, and to Charlotte’s anus. Lying down on top of her but supporting himself with his hands, he slowly slides his long, thin, rather oddly-shaped cock deep into your girlfriend’s rectum. Then, with a broad grin, he begins thrusting himself back and forth inside her.
Charlotte’s head is close to the edge of the bed; you kneel down next to her and push your erect penis into her mouth as she opens it. She sucks on it eagerly and swirls her tongue around its head; the sensation is wonderful and you close your eyes, smiling happily.
After a short while, judging by their groans of pleasure, Adolf and Colin seem to be approaching their climaxes. You are getting fairly close yourself, thanks to the attentions of Charlotte’s tongue, and you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte shifts position to allow Colin to lie down on his side with his back against the wall. She then lies down on her side with her back to him, and she lifts her right leg up so that her vagina and anus can be more easily accessed. Colin lubricates his pudgy erection and Charlotte’s anus with Vaseline, and then he slowly sinks his cock into her rectum, making her moan contentedly.
You now lie down in front of Charlotte, facing her. After a quick application of Vaseline, you sink your penis into her vagina and begin thrusting. She smiles at you and kisses you, but then she raises her head and takes Adolf’s penis into her mouth, sucking eagerly on it as he thrusts it back and forth.
For the next couple of minutes you, Colin and Adolf all fuck Charlotte while you and Colin take turns playing with her breasts. Then, sensing that Colin and Adolf are approaching their climaxes, you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte moves over so that you can lie down on the bed on your back. You lube up your erection with Vaseline, then, as Charlotte straddles you and lowers herself down, you rub more Vaseline into her anus. As she descends further, you position the head of your erection at her anal opening, and watch as her sphincter expands to accommodate you. She sits all the way down, so that you are fully buried in her rectum.
Then she lies back against you, raising her legs in the air as Adolf climbs on top of her. Having lubricated his penis, he plunges it deep into her vagina and begins fucking her vigorously. The motion causes your own erection to slide back and forth within her rectum; you are fucking her without moving a muscle.
Colin, resting one knee upon the bed, now waves his short and pudgy erection in Charlotte’s face. She opens her mouth and takes it in, sucking eagerly on it while her vagina and anus are being fucked by two other penises.
After a couple of minutes, you guess that Colin and Adolf are both getting close to orgasm, so you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Colin comes first, grunting as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Adolf groans with pleasure as he spurts semen deep inside Charlotte’s rectum. You take a little longer, but Adolf and Colin are still inside your girlfriend when your semen sprays against her tonsils.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and Colin gently pushes her off him as he climbs out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Colin climaxes first, grunting as he shoots his semen deep into Charlotte’s rectum. A few moments later, you reach your own orgasm, groaning ecstatically as you pump your girlfriend’s vagina full of your sperm.
Then Adolf gasps and twitches as he ejaculates into Charlotte’s mouth. To her credit, she swallows every drop, and on tiniest to suck him as he softens, milking him of every last drop of his semen.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and then Colin carefully climbs over her as he gets out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf comes first, gasping with ecstasy as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Charlotte’s tongue brings Colin to a climax, and his fat little cock fills her mouth with his sperm.
You grab Charlotte’s hips and start fucking her anus with powerful strokes, until finally you reach your own orgasm, pumping your semen deep into her bowels. Charlotte sighs happily as you reach around her chest and squeeze her breasts.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and you gently push her off you as you climb out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf laughs. “Awesome,” he says.
Charlotte seems excited as she follows Adolf out of Colin’s room and into the corridor, still completely naked and with semen dripping down her thighs.
“Holy fuck,” says Colin, once they have left. “I can’t believe you’re letting Adolf take your girlfriend off to get who-knows-what done to her in Gavin’s room!”
“I am a little concerned,” you admit, “but it’s the kind of adventure Charlotte will revel in. She’s strong; she’ll be fine.”
You watch television and play games for the next three hours. Then the door opens, and Charlotte staggers in. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “That was intense!”
“Are you okay?” you ask, jumping to your feet.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “But it’s getting late and I should probably head home.”
“Okay, I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Outside she says, “Well it was quite the party. I was fucked by about twenty men.”
“Good grief!” you say.
“And then they made me lick all of their anuses, and even stick my tongue inside,” she adds.
“Holy shit!” you exclaim.
“One of them farted while I was doing it,” she continues with a shudder. She falls silent for a minute or so, then she says, “Adolf asked me to leave you for him.”
You shiver. “And...?”
“I wouldn’t leave you,” says Charlotte. “If you ever feel like moving on to another girl, and want to give me to Adolf to be his plaything, that’s another matter. I must admit it would be quite exciting to surrender myself completely to Adolf’s control.”
“I’m not planning to move on to anyone else,” you assure her. “I love you.”
Charlotte smiles. “Thank you Sweetie,” she says. “I love you too.”
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf pouts. “Fine,” he says. “But I’m damn well going to finger your girlfriend some more while we watch Trek. On your back, Charlotte.”
Charlotte obediently rolls over on to her back, and spreads her thighs wide apart. Over the course of one-and-a-half episodes of Star Trek, Adolf fingers Charlotte’s anus and vagina almost constantly. Then, clearly having recovered his stamina, he mounts her and fucks her missionary-style for fifteen minutes straight, during which she reaches her own orgasm before he reaches his. For the five minutes following his collapse on top of her, they kiss deeply and slurpily while his penis softens inside her.
Once the second episode has finished, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Adolf climbs off Charlotte, and Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him another long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin rather breathlessly.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she sighs happily and says, “Thank you for letting me be a slut. I’m having such a wonderful time!”
“You’re welcome!” you tell her with a chuckle.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Rebecca blushes. “Yes, you’re right, of course,” she says. “Sorry.”
You are not really sure what she is apologising for, but she says nothing else to you. Five minutes later, Charlotte emerges from the Principal’s office, completely naked and looking quite pleased with herself. You get to your feet and pull her into a hug as Rebecca wordlessly heads into her father’s office.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
Rebecca nods, and looks a little sad. “Yes – that would be nice,” she says, half to herself.
“You don’t have a boyfriend?” you inquire in surprise.
Rebecca blushes, and shakes her head. “Not right now,” she says. “I did, for a while, but he was sort of mean to me. I was actually quite relieved when he dumped me.” Her eyes seem to be getting moist, and you sense that there is more to the story.
“Wow, Rebecca, I’m sorry to hear that,” you say. “You deserve better than that.”
She shrugs. “Well nobody’s lining up at my door,” she says. “I’m not sure how much better I can expect.”
“I can’t believe nobody’s interested in you,” you tell her. “Heck, if I were single, I’d ask you out in a heartbeat.”
“Really?” she says, wide-eyed.
“Absolutely,” you assure her. And now you begin to wonder what will happen to your relationship with Charlotte, if she is expelled while you remain at the university.
The same thought has apparently occurred to Rebecca, too. She says, rather carefully, “If Charlotte leaves, and you stay ... do you think you’ll stay together?”
“I don’t know,” you admit.
“If you don’t...” begins Rebecca.
“Why would you want to go out with me?” you inquire. “I just took the most uptight church girl you could imagine, turned her into the campus slut, and got her expelled!”
“Because that’s just such an exciting story!” exclaims Rebecca, coming over and sitting down next to you, her shyness forgotten. “It makes my life seem so dull and ordinary. I want to be more like Charlotte! Perhaps not to such an extreme degree, but...”
At this moment the door opens, and Charlotte, now completely naked, comes out of the Principal’s office. You jump to your feet, feeling (and possibly looking) a little guilty. As Rebecca stands up too, Charlotte looks her up and down, then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Is this my replacement?” she inquires.
You look at Rebecca, who is staring at Charlotte with a look of awe. Then you look back at Charlotte, and say,
“Of course not! We were just talking. Rebecca’s a bit of a fan of ours.”
“Well, that’s jumping the gun a bit – Rebecca and I only just met!”
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Yes, that seems fitting,” she says. “All right, I’ll do it. And I’ll rent a flat – something cheap and dirty. Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She smiles happily. “I was hoping you might,” she says, “but I didn’t want to assume. Do I get to meet your family at some point?”
“Yes of course – as soon as this semester finishes,” you say. “I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll dress a bit less scandalously for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“So ... nothing at all?” inquires Charlotte. “Or just a thong?”
“A thong,” you decide. “But you must casually take it off in front of all of them.”
Charlotte smiles. “I think I can do that,” she says.
You sigh happily. “That’s my girl. I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies.
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Charlotte shudders. “Wow,” she says. Then she nods. “I suppose that’s a fitting profession for me. Very well – I shall become a prostitute. And not just any prostitute – I’ll be the kinkiest, most prolific prostitute in the city. And I’ll rent a flat – something filthy and nasty, overrun with cockroaches.” She pauses, and looks a little sad. “Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She sighs with relief. “Really? So you’ll still want to be with me? I was afraid this might be goodbye.” She smiles happily. “Do I get to meet your family at some point? I’d totally understand if you didn’t want...”
“Absolutely!” you tell her firmly. “As soon as this semester finishes. I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll be on my best behaviour for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “So you think I should fuck your dad?”
“Yup!” you agree. “Preferably in front of my mum, if you can manage it. And then have a threesome with my brother and sister. Get them to have sex with each other, if you can.”
“Kinky!” says Charlotte. “Either I’ll be a big hit, or I’ll get banned from your house forever. Either way, it’ll be a fun adventure!”
“That it will,” you agree. Then you sigh happily. “I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies, and she bends over so that you can fuck her anus.
THE END
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“Oh!” says Charlotte. “Sorry – I suppose I’m feeling a little insecure, what with getting expelled and everything.”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” says Rebecca, getting to her feet. “Nice to meet you both!” She heads into her father’s office as you get to your feet and pull Charlotte into a hug.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“But ... that’s what you’re thinking, right?” says Charlotte. “Both of you! I can see it in your faces!”
You glance at Rebecca, who is looking at you with a hopeful expression. “Rebecca’s very sweet,” you say, “and if you and I split up as a result of this expulsion thing, I would love to ask her out and see how that goes. But I’m not assuming anything...”
Charlotte purses her lips. “Well, I’ll make it easy for you. I persuaded the professor to let you stay, and since I plan on leaving home, I figure I’ll have to go out and get a job and find somewhere to live now. So I’ll be out there, and you’ll be here, and you’ll be bored all day with nobody to persuade into increasingly lewd sexual acts. Therefore, I think you and I should call it quits. Have fun with Rebecca – get those mammoth mammaries out in the open – and have a nice life.”
“Charlotte!” you exclaim, feeling a little hurt. “I don’t want it to end like this!”
“Hey, stop it!” says Rebecca, looking distressed. “I don’t want to come between you two. I love what the two of you have – I don’t want it to end on my account. I just want to ... to experience some of it for myself.”
Charlotte’s expression turns thoughtful. “Hmm,” she says. Suddenly, she grabs Rebecca’s shoulders, and pulls the shorter girl into a kiss. Rebecca utters a muffled squeal, but then she throws her arms around Charlotte’s neck and responds to the kiss enthusiastically. It is almost a minute before they break apart.
“I suppose I am willing to share you with this girl,” Charlotte says to you. “So the question is, do you want to try to make this work as a threesome? Or would you rather focus just on Rebecca from now on? Be honest – I actually don’t mind the idea of going out into the world naked and alone. It seems like an appropriate conclusion to our story.”
With barely a moment’s hesitation, you reply, “Charlotte, I want...
You and only you.”
To see if a three-way relationship can work ... if Rebecca is willing to try it.”
To make a fresh start with Rebecca.”
Rebecca’s face falls, while Charlotte’s lights up. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she says. “Sorry Rebecca.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Rebecca, a little glumly. “I had no right to stir things up between you. I truly wish you both every happiness.” Then, with a slightly disappointed smile, she heads into her father’s office.
Charlotte sighs with relief. “You had me worried there!” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “It took the thought of losing you to make me realise how devastated I would be if that happened.”
Charlotte smiles and kisses you. “So, what happens now?” she inquires. “I need a job and a place to live. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“Well all right then,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “How about it, Rebecca?”
“I’m in!” says Rebecca, her lips quivering with excitement. “Oh my gosh!”
“The two of you don’t share any lectures,” says Charlotte, “but I suppose, during your lunch hours, you may do with each other as you please. Are you on the pill, Rebecca?”
“No,” says Rebecca, her cheeks reddening. “But I’ll fix that right away.”
“Are you a virgin?” you ask curiously.
“No,” says Rebecca, reddening even more. “But my boyfriend always used a condom.”
“So you’ve never had a vagina full of sperm?” says Charlotte. “Well never mind – you will soon. Now, about that awful outfit. Take off your jumper and jeans. You won’t be needing them any more.”
Rebecca gasps. “Here? Now?” she asks anxiously.
“Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to get naked,” says Charlotte. “But if you want to be our lover, you can’t expect to stay dressed like that, surely?”
“I suppose not,” says Rebecca, biting her lip. She hesitates for a moment, then she pulls her jumper up over her head. As she sets it down on a chair, you admire the way her large breasts strain against her white t-shirt. You can faintly make out the outline of a capacious bra through the thin cotton.
Then Rebecca unfastens and unzips her jeans, and begins tugging them down to reveal a pair of pink panties. She kicks her shoes off, lifts her legs out of her jeans one at a time, and then sets the jeans on top of her jumper. She turns to you and Charlotte, looking excited.
“Hmm, what do you think, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte. “Socks too?”
“Totally,” you agree. “And the bra.”
Rebecca slips off both socks without hesitation, but she looks a little worried as she reaches up the back of her t-shirt to unclasp her bra. “My breasts are a little big to go unsupported, don’t you think?” she says.
You regard her chest as she tugs her bra out of her sleeve. Her breasts are making her t-shirt bulge out slightly lower than before, but the effect is still dramatic and arousing. “Nope, that looks fantastic!” you enthuse.
“Good job Sweetie,” says Charlotte to Rebecca. “That’s your new outfit from now on.”
Rebecca glances nervously at the door of her father’s office. “But ... I need to go in and see my dad!”
Charlotte stares at her. “Professor Daniels is your dad?” she inquires. “Oh my goodness! That’s perfect. Well, if he gives you a hard time about your outfit, just threaten to tell your mum that he had sex with the sluttiest student on campus.”
Rebecca gasps. “You had sex with my dad?”
“Anal sex,” Charlotte clarifies. “But yes. Is that a problem?”
Rebecca looks rather stunned, but eventually she shakes her head. “I’ll get over it,” she says. “All part of my wild new lifestyle, I suppose.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte. She turns to you and says, “You should get to your next lecture. Shall we all meet up for dinner at your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree. “Rebecca, perhaps you and I could ride there together on the bus? You can meet me outside the Geography building at five o’clock.”
“Sure!” says Rebecca. Then she bites her lip. “Do I really have to go to lectures like this?”
“No, of course not,” says Charlotte. “You can back out of this relationship at any time. But if you want to share our adventures, then this is the price.”
Rebecca nods. “I’ll do it,” she says. “I’m not going to back out.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte.
“It occurs to me,” you remark, “that we’ve entered into this whole new three-way relationship, and the two of you have kissed each other ... but as yet, I haven’t kissed or even touched Rebecca!”
“Oh!” says Rebecca excitedly. “Yes. Can we, um, do that now?”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “This being a somewhat unconventional relationship, I think your first contact should be something more extreme than a standard hug or kiss.”
Rebecca shivers. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.
You smile. “Yes,” you say. “Rebecca, drop your panties and bend over that chair. Our first touch is going to be my cock entering your...
Vagina.”
Anus.”
“I see,” says Charlotte, nodding. Her eyes begin to well up with tears, but she blinks them back and purses her lips. “So it’s over between us. Very well. Perhaps you would indulge me by giving me one final instruction before we part?”
“Sure!” you say. “What kind of instruction?”
“Tell me what I should do now,” replies Charlotte. “Where should I live? What job should I get?”
You look at her, startled. She seems serious, so you think for a moment, then say, “Charlotte, I want you to...
Become Adolf’s sex slave.”
Take that stripping job.”
Become a prostitute.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “But I’m ... I’m not on the pill yet,” she says.
“Then this may be risky,” you tell her. “Are you willing to take that risk?”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s vulva. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work the Vaseline around her labia and vaginal opening.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s vagina. It slides in smoothly, and Rebecca gasps. “Oh God!” she whispers.
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her vagina, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
THE END
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “I’ve never had anal sex before,” she says.
“Good!” you say. “I’m glad I can at least take your anal virginity.”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s exposed anus. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work generous quantities of Vaseline around her anal sphincter.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s anus. Rebecca winces as the tight ring of muscle begins to expand and open up. “Try to relax it,” Charlotte says. “Even strain a little, like you’re beginning to do a poo. Don’t, obviously, go too far with that though!”
Rebecca exhales heavily, and the head of your penis begins to slide in more easily. Once it is through her anus, the rest of your shaft sinks deep into her rectum, until your hips come to rest against her buttocks. Rebecca gasps. “Oh God, this feels so weird!” she whispers. “Nice though...”
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca’s rectum full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her anus, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
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Charlotte smirks. “That should be fun,” she says. “You realise of course that we’ll still get to see each other...”
You nod. “And, possibly, still have sex occasionally.” You turn to Rebecca. “How would you feel about that?”
Rebecca thinks for a moment, then nods. “Surprisingly, I’m okay with that. It’ll help me feel less guilty about breaking you up. And I’m sort of expecting that I’ll be having sex with lots of other men pretty soon, so I suppose it’s only fair...”
Charlotte smiles. “Would you lube up his cock and guide it into my vagina?” she asks.
Rebecca blushes. “Um,” she says, “yes, I believe I’d be happy to do that.”
“Cool!” you say happily. “I’m starting to anticipate all kinds of orgies with the two of you and a bunch of men.”
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte. “But that, of course, will be entirely up to Adolf, my new master.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you both this evening.” She kisses you on the lips. “Bye Sweetie.”
“Bye,” you say as she walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte nods. “That seems appropriate,” she says. “I’ll call Dickie Brewer right away. And where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and sleazy,” you say. “A run-down flat in a crime-ridden neighbourhood.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “You’re hoping I’ll get raped, perhaps?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Is that possible?”
Charlotte smirks. “I suppose not. Anyone can fuck me.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “That’s so wonderfully ... slutty!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you at the club sometime.”
“It’s very possible,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “I’ll give you both a very naughty lap-dance.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte shivers. “Wow,” she says. “Well I’m not sure how best to go about that, exactly, but I can find out ... and I suppose it’s a fitting career for me. So, where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and disgusting,” you say. “A cockroach-infested flat in the city’s worst neighbourhood.”
“Ugh,” says Charlotte, shuddering. “That sounds perfect. I’ll do my best to find such a place.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “You’re so brave, Charlotte!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime in my roach-infested flat. Both of you would be welcome.”
“Thank you – I’m sure we’ll take you up on that,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “And the sex will be free, of course.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “We’ll meet up after lectures, take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex...
In my room.”
In my friend Colin’s room, while Colin and my other friend Adolf watch.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Oh my gosh!” she says. “Dad’ll freak! He’ll expel you for sure!”
“Hmm,” you say, thinking quickly. “Not if we play it right...” You describe your plan to her in detail, as she giggles and nods excitedly. Then, having added each other as phone contacts, you arrange to meet up after this afternoon’s lectures, and discuss plans for this evening.
Taking a deep breath, Rebecca heads into her father’s office. You wait for another two minutes, then you knock on the door. You hear some words exchanged inside, and then the professor’s voice calling, “Come in!”
You enter, saying, “Professor Daniels, I just wanted to thank you so much for letting me stay – I promise I’ll be ... oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you had company.”
“Oh my gosh, it’s you!” exclaims Rebecca, jumping out of a chair in excitement.
“You know this lad?” inquires the professor, frowning.
“Of course I do!” says Rebecca. “Well, by reputation anyway. He and his girlfriend Charlotte are total legends! The wildest couple on campus!”
“That’s not a good thing!” says her father sternly.
“Yes, well, actually Charlotte’s no longer my girlfriend,” you say with a sigh. “We just broke up.”
“You did?” says Rebecca, her eyes widening.
“Yes,” you say. “And the professor’s right. Charlotte and I got way too crazy – we were out of control. I need to be with someone normal, serious and conventional.”
“Someone like me?” says Rebecca brightly.
“What?” you and the professor say together.
“Sorry, but I’m a huge fan of yours, and I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you walked in,” says Rebecca, walking over to you. She throws her arms around your neck and plants her lips on yours.
“Rebecca!” exclaims the professor, shocked. “Stop that at once!”
The kiss is lovely; Rebecca’s lips are soft, warm, and moist, and as her tongue presses between your lips, you open your mouth and close your eyes. Her tongue swirls around yours, and you can feel her huge breasts squishing up against your chest.
“Rebecca, stop this at once!” cries the professor, outraged.
You pull back from the kiss, affecting a shocked expression. “God, wow ... sorry ... I think I should leave immediately,” you say.
“Please do!” thunders the professor. As you hurry out of the room and close the door, you hear him say, “Young lady, you’ve got some explaining to do!”
You chuckle to yourself. Rebecca should be safe enough from expulsion, if not from a stern paternal lecture. And this evening, after you and she have eaten dinner at your halls of residence, you plan to fuck her both vaginally and anally ... and then introduce her to Colin and Adolf, in as skimpy an outfit as you can persuade her to wear. She is aware of this plan, and is excited by it. She has even agreed that, if Adolf tries to take off her panties, she will let him.
You sigh happily. Today is the beginning of a whole new adventure...
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your next lecture, and sit alone at the back of the room. At lunchtime, you dine alone in the cafeteria, feeling a little sorry for yourself, but you cheer yourself up with thoughts of how this evening will play out.
At two o’clock you head to the lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where she shyly undresses for you. Her naked body is surprisingly gorgeous – not slim like Charlotte’s, but curvaceous and beautifully proportioned, and her breasts, though enormous, hold up very well without a bra.
She bends over your bed and spreads her feet apart. You pull down your trousers and boxers, then you open up your jar of Vaseline and slather a ton of it on to your erect penis. Positioning yourself behind Rebecca, you press the tip of your cock against her anus. After some initial resistance, it slides in with relative ease, and soon you are buried in her rectum.
“God ... that feels good!” gasps Rebecca.
You begin to fuck her, and she utters little moans of pleasure as you rhythmically thrust your erection in and out. The sensation is intense, and it does not take you long to reach orgasm. You groan as you climax inside her, pumping your semen into her bowels.
Then you climb into bed together, share a tender first kiss, and cuddle for a while.
“We only just met, but I already feel so comfortable with you,” you tell Rebecca. “I feel like there’s no awkwardness at all. It certainly wasn’t like this with Charlotte at first.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “I feel the same way,” she says. “I think this was meant to be.”
You smile. “Want to come and meet my friends?”
“Adolf and Colin?” she asks. She shivers nervously. “Absolutely.”
“Would you be willing to go and meet them wearing only a t-shirt and panties?” you inquire.
Rebecca hesitates only for a moment. “Yes,” she says. “Do you think Adolf will feel me up, though?”
“He might try,” you acknowledge. “If he does, do you want me to stop him?”
Rebecca shivers. “No, that’s okay,” she says. “And I won’t stop him, either. And if he tries to take off my t-shirt and panties, I’ll let him do that too.”
You kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m so glad we found each other – I think this could be the beginning of an amazing relationship.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “Me too.”
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your next lecture, and sit alone at the back of the room. At lunchtime, you dine alone in the cafeteria, feeling a little sorry for yourself, but you cheer yourself up with thoughts of how this evening will play out.
At two o’clock you head to the lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where you fetch your Vaseline while she glances around at the posters on your walls. Then, to your surprise, Rebecca says, “I think I’m a little overdressed to meet your friends.”
“True,” you agree, “and I love that you think so. But you’ll be stripping naked in front of them, so does it matter?”
“I think so,” says Rebecca. “First impressions matter. Colin and Adolf are used to seeing you with Charlotte. I don’t want their first impression of me to be ‘What a frump!’“
“Fair enough,” you say. “Well, feel free to discard as much of your clothing as you like.”
Rebecca smiles shyly as she kicks off her shoes, then unzips her jeans and begins to pull them down. Her panties are pink and made of cotton. She removes her socks as well as her jeans, and then she hoists her jumper and t-shirt up over her head together.
Standing in front of you in just her bra and panties, she bites her lip anxiously. “What do you think?” she asks.
“Beautiful!” you say, and you mean it. She is not slim like Charlotte, but her generous curves are very nicely proportioned, and her waist is surprisingly slender. Also, her breasts are huge. “What cup size is that bra, anyway?” you inquire in great curiosity.
“G,” says Rebecca, looking a little embarrassed. “Do you like them? I realise I’m quite a different shape from Charlotte.”
“Your breasts are amazing!” you assure her. “Wow. I love your body!”
She smiles with relief. “Thank you,” she says. “They hold up pretty well too, you know, without a bra.”
“I’ll need a demonstration of that,” you tell her.
She laughs. “All right,” she says. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and takes it off her shoulders. As she pulls the cups away from her breasts, she says, “Ta-daa!”
“Wow, you were right!” you say appreciatively. “Fantastic! Now come on – I can’t wait to show you off to Adolf and Colin!” She begins to put her bra back on, but you shake your head. “Leave the bra here – you look amazing in just your panties.”
Rebecca reluctantly drops the bra, and follows you out of your room. You knock on Colin’s door, walk in, and say, “Hi chaps.”
As Rebecca nervously walks into the room, Adolf and Colin stare at her. “Whoa!” says Adolf. “Look at the tits on that!”
“Who’s this?” Colin asks you, looking puzzled. “Where’s Charlotte?”
“Charlotte got expelled, and we’re no longer together,” you say. “This is my new girlfriend, Rebecca.”
“Hi,” says Rebecca shyly.
“How the fuck do you manage it, dude?” inquires Adolf. “You’re like a sex god or something.”
“Rebecca and I haven’t had sex yet,” you say. “We thought the two of you might like to watch our first time.”
“Totally!” says Adolf, grinning eagerly. He gets up and walks over to Rebecca, whose eyes widen at his approach. Then she gasps as he grabs her breasts with his hands – something you have not even done yourself yet. “Nice!” he says. Then he reaches down and slips his hand down inside the front of her panties, making her squeal.
“Adolf,” you say in amusement, “I can’t believe you’re fingering my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her.”
Adolf detaches his lips from Rebecca’s right nipple long enough to say, “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man?” He starts pulling Rebecca’s panties down with his left hand, while thrusting two fingers of his right hand in and out of her vagina.
“Adolf, you’re incorrigible!” you chuckle.
“Here, love, lie down on Colin’s bed, there’s a good girl,” says Adolf.
Rebecca gives you a rather anxious, questioning look, but you nod reassuringly, so she steps out of her panties, walks over to the bed, and lies down on her back.
Adolf takes hold of her ankles and lifts them up. “Bend your knees,” he says. When she does so, he pushes her knees up against her breasts, and outwards, spreading her thighs wide apart. “You don’t mind if I warm her up for you, do you mate?” he asks, before planting his face in Rebecca’s pussy and sticking his tongue into her vagina. Rebecca arches her back and moans softly.
You sit down and watch Adolf with a mixture of indignation and arousal. You are prepared to intervene if Adolf’s attentions become too much for Rebecca, but it looks like she is starting to enjoy herself, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.
Once he sees that Rebecca is getting aroused, Adolf kneels up, unzips his jeans, and pulls them down to his knees along with his boxer shorts.
“Hey!” you say as he dredges up and splits into his hand a large quantity of phlegmy saliva, which he rubs all over his erection. “You can’t fuck her before I do!”
“Fine,” says Adolf, rolling his eyes. “I’ll just rub my cock against her pussy for a bit.” He pushes the head of his penis between her labia and begins to rub it up and down, from her clitoris to the opening of her vagina. Rebecca watches this in wide-eyed fascination. Then Adolf pauses, with the head of his cock resting against her vaginal opening. With his eyes gleaming, he starts to push it inside.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“Sorry,” says Adolf, with a mischievous grin, and he slides his penis all the way inside Rebecca.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Oh no!” cries Rebecca. “I’m not on the pill yet, you know!”
“Really? Awesome!” says Adolf, as he lies down on top of her and starts fucking her rapidly. “I’m going to get you pregnant ... um, what’s your name again?”
“Rebecca!” says Rebecca breathlessly. “Can you at least pull out before you come inside me please?”
“Too late!” groans Adolf, shuddering as he presses his penis as deep inside her as possible. “Ohhh ... there it goes ... swim, my little sperms!”
“All right, you horrid little man,” you say, getting to your feet. “Out of the way, please. Time for me to take Rebecca’s anal virginity.”
“Okay but just a minute,” says Adolf. He plants his lips against Rebecca’s, sticking his tongue into her mouth as he massages her breasts with his hands and resumes thrusting gently inside her. You are not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed that Rebecca is responding to the kiss with some enthusiasm.
You grab Adolf’s shoulder and pull him off Rebecca; his penis pops out of her vagina, which starts to leak his semen. Rebecca turns over and gets on to her hands and knees, and you get into position behind her, unzipping and pulling down your jeans. Lubricating her anus and your penis with Vaseline, you press the head of your cock against her tight orifice, and begin to push it slowly inside. Soon you are buried up to the hilt in her rectum. You start to thrust inside her as she moans with pleasure.
Five minutes later, you climax inside her, your vision clouding as you pump your semen into her bowels. “Oh God!” you gasp.
“She’s a great fuck, isn’t she mate?” says Adolf cheerfully.
You sigh happily as you lay your head down on Rebecca’s shoulders and reach beneath her to squeeze her ample breasts. “That she is, Adolf,” you murmur. “That she is.”
THE END
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “We’ll meet up after lectures, take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex in my room.”
“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your next lecture, and sit alone at the back of the room. At lunchtime, you dine alone in the cafeteria, feeling a little sorry for yourself, but you cheer yourself up with thoughts of how this evening will play out.
At two o’clock you head to the lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
As you walk with Rebecca towards Juniper Hall after your meal, you hear a very familiar voice hailing you.
“Hello, you two!” says Charlotte, trotting up the path behind you. “I’m just on my way up to see Adolf.” She is completely naked, and carrying her bag.
“Cool!” you say. “Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when you tell him you’re now his sex slave!”
Charlotte shrugs. “So come with me. You can introduce them to Rebecca.”
You chuckle. “Sounds like fun,” you say, “but Rebecca and I are about to initiate our relationship with some nice anal sex.”
“You can’t do that in Colin’s room?” inquires Charlotte. “You know how much fun it is to have an audience.”
“True,” you admit. “It would be a wonderfully kinky way to begin our relationship. What do you think, Rebecca?”
Rebecca shivers. “I’m not sure,” she says. “Is Adolf likely to try and grope me?”
Charlotte laughs. “You should be safe enough in that outfit,” she says. “I suspect his focus will be mainly on me.”
You enter Juniper Hall and head for the lift. “I suppose I must look like a frightful frump to you two,” says Rebecca. “I don’t want to be, though – it’s just that I’ve been very self-conscious about my breasts ever since they started getting bigger than those of any other of the other girls in my class. And my last boyfriend was no help – he used to tease me about them all the time.”
“Well then,” you say, “let’s stop in my room for a few minutes and see if we can figure out a better outfit for you.”
“I’ll be happy to help,” says Charlotte.
Once in your room, Rebecca looks around at your posters. “You like volcanoes,” she observes.
“Yup,” you say.
“Remember when we used to talk about geology?” says Charlotte, sounding almost wistful.
You nod, smiling. “Seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it?”
Rebecca has just kicked off her shoes and is now unzipping her jeans. As you watch with wide eyes, she pulls them down and steps out of them. Her panties are pink and made of cotton.
“Nice!” you approve.
Next she takes off her jumper, beneath which she is wearing a white t-shirt. It is quite tight around the chest, thanks to her large breasts, and you can faintly make out the outline of a bra beneath.
“T-shirt and panties – not a bad outfit,” says Charlotte. “You’ll have to lose the bra of course – and the socks.”
“I think I can manage that,” says Rebecca. She reaches up inside the back of her t-shirt, unclasps her bra, pulls the strap out of one sleeve and extracts her arm, and finally pulls the bra out of her other sleeve. Then she takes off both socks.
“Better,” says Charlotte. “But oh! I have something that might be better still...” She opens up her bag and pulls out a lacy top. “This was part of this morning’s ‘get past Mum and Dad’ outfit,” she says. “I have a feeling you’ll look pretty spectacular in it. Try it on instead of your t-shirt.”
“I’m not sure it’ll fit,” says Rebecca with a nervous little laugh.
“It’s stretchy,” says Charlotte. “Indulge me?”
Rebecca bites her lip, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Those are some impressive breasts,” says Charlotte, raising an eyebrow. “I’d have expected them to be more ... saggy.”
Rebecca smiles shyly. “I am actually quite proud of how well they hold up without a bra.”
“You should be!” you say, staring in awe. Her breasts are amazing – huge, but with pretty, perfectly round, modest-sized areolas. Her nipples are standing to attention and seem to be calling to your lips.
“Perhaps you should just go into Colin’s room like that,” says Charlotte with a smirk. Then she adds, a little ruefully, “He and Adolf probably won’t even notice me.”
Rebecca laughs. “Thank you,” she says, taking the top from Charlotte, “but I doubt that very much! You’re way prettier than I am, Charlotte, and your body’s a work of art.”
Charlotte grins. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says.
Rebecca manages to get Charlotte’s top on; it stretches a lot and becomes more see-through as she tugs it down over her breasts.
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “It’s kind of squishing you. I think you look better without the top, to be honest.”
“Me too,” you agree.
“You want me to go in there topless?” asks Rebecca nervously.
“Excellent idea!” you say.
Rebecca chuckles as she takes off the top. “Well gosh,” she says, tossing it aside and then tucking her thumbs into the sides of her panties. “Maybe I should just be naked like Charlotte.” She pulls her panties down, and steps out of them.
“Awesome!” you say in delight, staring at her pussy.
Rebecca giggles. “Now let’s hurry up and go, before I change my mind.”
“My goodness, Rebecca,” says Charlotte, putting her arm around Rebecca’s shoulders. “You’re very brave – it took me months to get to the point of wandering around naked!”
You leave your room and head to Colin’s, where you knock on the door and then enter. “Hi chaps,” you say.
As Charlotte and Rebecca enter the room, Adolf and Colin stare in astonishment. “You have TWO naked girlfriends now?” exclaims Colin in disbelief. “How do you do it, mate?”
“Just one, actually,” you say. “And that’s Rebecca here. Rebecca, meet Colin, and Adolf.”
“Hello,” says Rebecca shyly.
Adolf looks puzzled. “Charlotte isn’t your girlfriend anymore?” he inquires.
“We broke up,” says Charlotte, setting her bag down on the floor, “after I got expelled this morning. So now I’m your girlfriend, Adolf – or, to be more accurate, your sex slave.”
Adolf’s jaw drops. “For real?” he says.
Charlotte nods. “I’m yours, now, to do with as you please.”
“Holy shit!” says Adolf. He thinks quickly. “Okay, here’s your first instruction: go and fetch Gavin and Vinny, and anyone else who’s with them. There’s going to be a party in here!”
“Sure,” says Charlotte, and she walks out of the room.
Rebecca is looking a little scared. “Don’t worry,” you say to her gently. “If things get too intense for you, just say my name loudly and I’ll get you out of here immediately.”
Rebecca nods, and smiles. “So, are we going to have anal sex now?”
“Yes!” you say. “Absolutely. Oh, but I forgot the lube. Wait right here – I’ll fetch it from my room.”
“No need,” says Adolf, opening up Charlotte’s bag. He pulls out her little jar of Vaseline and opens it. Then he grins. “Lie down on the bed, Rebecca, and I’ll lube you up for your boyfriend.”
You chuckle. “Adolf, you’re incorrigible. I’ll do the lubing, thanks – I don’t want you molesting my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her!”
Adolf stares at you. “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man? Have you seen those sweet lips?”
“We thought it would be cool if we started off our physical relationship with anal sex,” you say.
“Aha!” says Adolf. “Then you shouldn’t touch her with your hands before you stick your cock up her arse, right? Which means you’ll need someone else to lube her up – i.e. me.”
“Flawless logic,” you remark grudgingly, “except she’s quite capable of applying the Vaseline herself.”
“Not if I hold on to this jar, she can’t,” says Adolf.
“Then I’ll fetch my own,” you say.
“Spoil-sport,” says Adolf, pouting. “Can’t I please lube her up for you?”
You laugh. “Well, I don’t know – Rebecca, would you mind if Adolf applies the lube?”
Rebecca blushes. “I think I can handle that,” she says. She gets on to the bed on her hands and knees.
“Excellent,” says Adolf, hurriedly taking off his shoes, jeans and boxer shorts. He climbs on to the bed behind Rebecca, clutching his erection in one hand and the Vaseline in the other.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” you ask. “You don’t need your cock out for this!”
“Just getting ready for the party,” says Adolf, grinning. He scoops out a large glob of Vaseline and presses it between Rebecca’s buttocks. Then he begins to rub it slowly up and down, coating her anus and the surrounding area, then working his way down over her vaginal opening to her labia and clitoris. Rebecca moans softly and arches her back a little in response.
Seeing that she is starting to enjoy herself, you take a seat and watch Adolf’s ministrations in amusement. He is certainly being thorough, and Rebecca seems to be appreciating it. When he slips two fingers into Rebecca’s vagina, she gasps, but does not object, and even sinks down on to her elbows, giving him easier access.
Then, without warning, Adolf presses the tip of his erection against Rebecca’s vaginal opening, and slides it all the way in. Rebecca gasps, and you leap to your feet. “Adolf!” you exclaim.
“I know, I know,” says Adolf. “And I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist!” He begins fucking Rebecca in earnest.
“I’m not on the pill!” says Rebecca urgently.
“Ooh, that makes it even more exciting!” says Adolf, fucking her even harder. Rebecca starts moaning in time to his thrusts, and you sit back down with a sigh of resignation.
Then, abruptly, Adolf pulls out. “Turn over,” he says to Rebecca. “I want to do you missionary-style.”
Rebecca looks over at you with a slightly worried expression, but you smile at her and gesture that you are okay with what is happening. Reassured, she rolls on to her back, and shivers as Adolf enters her again. As he fucks her, he kisses her on the lips; she reluctantly responds, and the two of them swap saliva for a minute or so. Then Adolf groans, arching his back and pressing his penis as deep as possible inside her while undoubtedly spewing gobs of semen up against her cervix.
“Can I have a go?” asks Colin, as Adolf collapses, panting, on top of Rebecca. You cannot help noticing that Colin is not addressing this question to Rebecca, nor even to yourself, but to Adolf.
“Sure thing mate!” says Adolf, climbing off Rebecca.
“Good grief, chaps,” you say, “don’t forget she’s MY girlfriend!”
“Well yeah, but you let us fuck Charlotte whenever we wanted,” says Colin.
“True, but I had already fucked her myself, many times,” you point out. “I haven’t even kissed Rebecca yet!”
“Um ... so can I or can’t I?” inquires Colin, his thumbs in the sides of his shorts.
You chuckle, and shrug. “Fine by me,” you say, “as long as Rebecca wants you to. If she asks you to fuck her, then go ahead. Otherwise, nope.”
Colin turns to Rebecca, who is currently lying naked on his bed with her legs spread wide apart. She thinks for a few moments, then she bites her lip, and says bravely, “Fuck me, Colin.”
Colin gleefully pulls down his shorts and underpants together, then he climbs on top of Rebecca and sinks his chubby penis into her vagina.
While he is thrusting inside her, the door opens and in walks Charlotte with Gavin, Vinny, and several other lads. “Looks like the party’s started already!” exclaims Vinny, staring at Colin and Rebecca. “Rock and roll!”
“Uh-oh,” you murmur, thinking to yourself that it might now be a while before you get your anal fuck with Rebecca.
To her credit, though, no matter how many penises are thrust into her vagina and anus over the course of the next two hours, Rebecca never once calls out your name for rescue. Perhaps this is because she is watching Charlotte, who is perfectly comfortable and happy being repeatedly double- and even triple-teamed.
By the time the party winds down, Rebecca’s vagina and rectum are both awash in so much semen that you decide against taking a turn yourself. You lead her to your room and put her to bed; like Charlotte, she lives with her parents, but they are far less strict and she has no curfew.
The next morning she showers and cleans herself out, and then, back in your room, you finally fuck her anus. Afterwards you enjoy your first kiss with her, and then you take her down to breakfast, for which she wears nothing but a pair of panties. She seems to be revelling in her new-found sexuality, and you are very happy that she is your new girlfriend.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Charlotte, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Charlotte finally enters the room, after everyone else, she furtively ducks into your row and sits down next to you, grinning mischievously. You are delighted and amazed to see that she is wearing nothing at all except for one of her skimpy, sheer white thongs. She smiles at you and says, “Good morning, my love.”
“Good morning!” you reply, giving her a kiss. “Love the outfit.”
“Glad you approve,” she replies, with a little giggle. “Enjoy it while you can – this will probably be my last day!”
“You’re still going to try to get away with it, though?” you inquire.
Charlotte nods. “If there’s any chance at all, then yes. I’ll do my best.” She rests her forearm on the bench in front of her, and slouches low so that her breasts are hidden from the professor’s view. “Hopefully he’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top,” she mutters.
The strategy seems to work, for the professor, despite giving her a curious glance, does not investigate further before launching into the lecture.
A few minutes later, you...
Reach beneath Charlotte’s arm and cup her naked breast.
Start stroking her pussy through her thong.
Tell her you love her.
Charlotte pretends not to notice your hand on her breast, even when you start massaging it and playing with her nipple. After five minutes or so, you slide your hand further over, to play with her other breast.
Charlotte does not seem to mind this at all. She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte spreads her thighs apart as you begin to rub her pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Then you work your hand inside her thong and begin caressing her labia and clitoris directly. She moans softly, then clears her throat, blushing furiously.
Gently inserting a finger into her vagina, you begin stroking her g-spot. “Oh God,” she whispers. A couple of minutes later, her note-taking forgotten, she shudders in a powerful climax as she grinds her pussy into your hand.
Flushed and breathless, Charlotte slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. Picking up her pen, she resumes taking notes as if nothing had just happened. Meanwhile, you continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her dripping-wet vagina; she does not seem to mind this at all.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too, and again manages to avoid letting the professor see that she is topless. A number of your fellow students, however, give her nasty looks and mutter to each other about her.
Halfway through the lecture, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
She smiles happily. “Aww, I love you too, Sweetie,” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you...
Ask her to let the professor see her breasts.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Ask her to take off her thong.
Charlotte stares at you. “That’s quite a gamble!” she says. “Unless you’ve decided that now’s the time for me to get kicked out…”
“Perhaps the professor will be cool about it,” you say hopefully.
“I suppose we’ll find out shortly,” says Charlotte. She sits up straight, fully exposing her breasts to the professor and any students in front of you who happen to look behind them.
It does not take long for the professor to notice. He pauses mid-sentence, staring at Charlotte in astonishment, then he grins and resumes talking as if nothing untoward had occurred.
“Told you he’d be cool,” you whisper, and Charlotte giggles quietly.
So as not to tempt fate, Charlotte goes back to slouching low for the third lecture of the morning. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Charlotte smiles. “Thank you,” she whispers.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte grins. “Why not?” she murmurs. Then, to your delight, she takes hold of the sides of her thong, and subtly slides it down her legs, all the way to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, she calmly places it on the bench next to her, then resumes taking notes while completely naked.
“Brilliant!” you whisper in awe.
Charlotte stays like that for the rest of the lecture. Then, as the other students begin to get up and leave, she bends down and quickly but surreptitiously pulls her thong back on.
“Thank you!” you say happily.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a mischievous grin.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too, once again slouching low so as to keep her breasts hidden from the professor’s view. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Charlotte lets you hold her hand for a few moments, then she withdraws it when you need to start taking notes again.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte shivers. “Me too,” she murmurs. Then, a moment later, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her little jar of Vaseline. “Here, take this,” she says. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she eases herself off her seat and gets down onto her hands and knees.
You eagerly take up a kneeling position behind her, and you pull her thong down to her knees. Taking out your erection and lubricating it with the Vaseline, you plunge it deep into Charlotte’s warm vagina. She moans softly as you begin to thrust in and out of her.
The professor glances up towards the back of the room, but you preempt him by turning your upper body towards the front and feigning a look of mild interest. Then, when he turns away again, you turn back towards Charlotte and resume vigorously fucking her.
After a couple of minutes, you lube up Charlotte’s anal sphincter, then you take your penis out of her vagina and plunge it deep into her rectum. You fuck her anus powerfully for a few minutes, pausing occasionally to turn and feign interest when the professor glances up at you. Then, with your orgasm approaching, you pull out and slide your erection back into Charlotte’s vagina.
You pace yourself, timing your climax to coincide with Charlotte’s. She shudders as she hits her orgasm, but fortunately manages to keep relatively quiet. Even so, a few curious glances are directed your way by students in front of you. You angle your torso toward the front and pretend nothing is amiss, while your penis finishes spurting semen up against Charlotte’s cervix.
A few moments later you pull out of Charlotte, tug her thong up into place, and help her back into her seat. Her cheeks are very flushed and she is smiling happily. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That was lovely!”
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Quietly ask her for a blow-job.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Charlotte nods. “Of course, Sweetie,” she says. She reaches over, unzips your jeans, carefully works your erection out into the open, then bends down and takes the head of your penis into her mouth. For the next ten minutes she sucks you, bouncing her head up and down as she swirls her tongue around the tip and shaft of your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
Eventually, with a gasp of pleasure, you start squirting your semen into her mouth. She sucks hard and swallows, over and over, until your penis begins to soften and she has consumed every drop you have produced. Then she lifts her head, sits up straight, tucks you back into your jeans, and zips you up again.
“Wow, thank you, that was fantastic!” you whisper.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile.
After the lecture, you and Charlotte head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Charlotte nods. “Sure,” she whispers.
When the professor next turns his back on the students in order to write on the board, you and Charlotte grab your things and sneak to the door.
Out in the foyer, the two of you summon a lift that takes you up to the top floor, where you shut yourselves in the maintenance room. There, you quickly undress each other, and then Charlotte takes a small jar of Vaseline out of her bag.
“Here,” she says, giving it to you. Then she turns around and bends over, spreading her feet apart and planting her hands on a low bench to support herself. As she arches her back, her vaginal opening and anus are beautifully presented for your viewing pleasure.
You eagerly lube up your erection, and slowly sink it into her…
Vagina.
Anus.
Charlotte chuckles. “All right,” she says. She turns and bends over a little, arching her back and wiggling her bottom at you. Unable to resist her delicious buttocks, you grasp them and begin kneading them as Neil and Roddy watch, grinning, from a few yards away.
“Mmmm,” says Charlotte contentedly. “Are Neil and Roddy enjoying the view?”
“Yup,” you confirm, and you tug her thong down to her ankles, making her gasp.
“Naughty!” she says, but she does not attempt to pull her thong back up, so you...
Begin to finger-fuck her.
Attempt to sink your penis into her.
Ask her to turn and face Neil and Roddy.
Charlotte shrugs. “Not great,” she admits. “Dad and I keep getting into religious arguments, and he doesn’t like how ‘racy’ my clothes have been getting. This morning he totally freaked out at me for leaving the house without a bra on – and my top wasn’t even all that see-through!” She sighs. “I know I’ve got to dress up in order to get past my parents each morning, but I’ve come to really dislike bras.”
“Wow,” you say. “I’m sorry.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte giggles. “Fancy a quickie, do you?” she says. She glances around the room. “Okay – wait thirty seconds and then follow me.” She grabs a small jar of Vaseline from her bag and heads off to the supply room.
Half a minute later, you follow. When you open the door to the supply room and step through, you find Charlotte already naked and lying on the floor with her legs spread. She grins, and holds up the jar of Vaseline for you to take.
Eagerly, you unfasten your jeans and pull them down, along with your boxers. Lubing up your erection with the Vaseline, you plunge your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, and fuck her with powerful strokes until she is moaning and writhing in pleasure. You slow down the pace of your thrusting, delaying your orgasm, until you see that she is approaching hers. Then you speed up, hammering your penis into her with each stroke, and soon the two of you are climaxing together. You can feel Charlotte’s vaginal walls convulsing, milking your cock until every last drop of your semen is inside her.
“God, that was fantastic!” Charlotte gasps.
You allow yourselves only a minute’s post-coital cuddling, and then you both hurriedly get up and get dressed. Sneaking out of the supply room, one after the other, you return to your station and continue working.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte agrees, and you both head to the library. Once in a secluded aisle, you take her into your arms and kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm, and soon you have stripped off her thong.
Naked, Charlotte smiles at you. “Someone could come along at any moment,” she murmurs.
“I know,” you say, “and that’s why...
We should have sex immediately.”
I want you to go upstairs and flaunt your nudity at someone.”
Charlotte agrees, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass. Despite the fact that people are regularly walking by, Charlotte seems happy to lie down with you and make out. To your delight, she does not raise any objection when you suck on her nipples, nor when you slide your hand into the front of her thong and stroke her pussy with your fingers.
After a few minutes, you begin tugging her thong down, and she lifts her bottom off the grass a little to make it easier for you. Pulling the flimsy garment over her feet, you toss it aside and then pull Charlotte’s knees apart.
“What now?” she asks, rather wide-eyed.
You grin and say, “Now...
I’m going to fuck you, right here in front of everyone.”
I want you to show off your vagina to everyone who walks by.”
Charlotte shivers. “Risky!” she whispers back. “But fun. I’ll do it, of course.”
She tugs her thong down, and kicks it off her feet. Then, when the professor next turns his back, she gets up and walks, naked, along the row of seats towards the aisle. When she reaches the door, she turns around, treating you to a lovely view of her breasts and pussy. She gives you a little wave and a naughty grin, then she slips through the door and out of sight. You look around; nobody has noticed Charlotte’s departure.
Three or four minutes later, Charlotte returns, peeking through the window and choosing her moment carefully before in the door and coming in. She makes it all the way back to you unnoticed, and she gives you a kiss. “That was fun!” she says, as she pulls her thong back on.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply...
“Go and eat at a restaurant?”
“Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Charlotte chuckles. “All right Sweetie,” she says, “but this time, I’m driving. Lie down on your back.”
You wait until the professor is not looking, then you hoist your legs up and lie down across the seats as Charlotte scoots forwards to make room. She takes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag, unzips you and frees your penis, then she thoroughly lubes you up until your erection is both rock-hard and slippery.
Then, pulling her thong down, Charlotte shuffles over until she is squatting in front of your loins. She reaches between her legs to grab your cock, then, slowly lowering herself down, she guides it into her vagina.
Having impaled herself on you, she calmly resumes taking notes. You cannot see the professor from where you are lying, but you guess that he might be currently facing the students. When, a minute later, Charlotte starts to bounce up and down on you, you surmise that the Professor has turned back to his board.
It is a slow, frustrating, but ultimately rewarding fuck. Charlotte climaxes first, but she keeps bouncing until you groan and shoot your semen up into the recesses of her vagina.
Charlotte dismounts a minute later, and you tuck yourself away and sit up. You watch as Charlotte pulls up her thong, then you grin at her as she turns and winks at you.
The remainder of the lecture passes without incident. At five o’clock, you and Charlotte head outside, where Charlotte turns to you with a smile.
“Okay, lover,” she says, “where are we going this evening?”
You think for a moment, then reply, “Shall we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
You slide one finger, then another, up into Charlotte’s moist vagina, and start to thrust them in and out of her while Neil and Roddy look on in awe.
“Oh God!” gasps Charlotte, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the workbench. Your fingers fuck her with increasing speed, stroking her g-spot while, with your other hand, you rub her clitoris.
Neil and Roddy at this point come over to take a closer look, and they stare at your fingers sliding in and out of Charlotte’s vagina. Then Neil says, “Can I have a go?”
“Sure,” you reply, pulling your fingers out of your girlfriend. Neil inserts two of his own fingers into Charlotte’s moist dark orifice, and Charlotte moans softly as he begins to slide them rhythmically in and out.
“Me next!” says Roddy eagerly, after a couple of minutes of watching Neil bringing Charlotte closer and closer to orgasm.
“All right,” chuckles Neil. He removes his fingers from Charlotte’s vagina, then slides one of them into her anus, making her gasp. Then Roddy pushes the index and middle fingers of his right hand into her vagina, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her.
It is not long before Charlotte reaches her orgasm, moaning into her crooked elbow. Pulling their fingers out of her, Neil and Roddy high-five each other and return to their workstation, while Charlotte, panting, bends down to pull up her thong.
“Did you enjoy that?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh my God, yes!” says Charlotte, sighing happily. “Thank you.”
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
When Charlotte realises what you are doing, she reaches over to her bag to retrieve her little jar of Vaseline. “Here!” she whispers. “This’ll help.”
You grin and quickly lubricate your erection, before sinking it deep into Charlotte’s vagina. You glance over at Neil and Roddy as you begin thrusting inside her; they are staring at you with a mixture of awe and astonishment.
Knowing Owen is constantly on the prowl, you fuck Charlotte hard and fast, trying to get to your climax as quickly as possible. Fortunately you manage to reach orgasm before he appears, and you groan with pleasure as you grasp Charlotte’s hips and press your loins hard against her bottom, spurting your semen deep inside her.
Seeing the top of Owen’s head looming close, you hurriedly withdraw from Charlotte’s vagina and tuck your penis away. Charlotte tugs her thong up, then she turns around and gives you a deep kiss as Neil and Roddy applaud quietly a few feet away.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte shivers, but she stands up straight and turns to face Neil and Roddy, her hands by her sides. The two young men stare, open-mouthed, at Charlotte’s naked pussy and breasts.
Neil walks over to stand just in front of Charlotte. Grinning, he reaches up and grasps her left breast with his left hand, while his right hand reaches down to cup her pussy. Charlotte smiles, and you say…
“Charlotte, why don’t you get on your knees and give Neil a nice blow-job?”
“Go on Neil – have a good feel.”
“Charlotte, be a good girl and bend over so Neil can fuck you.”
“Well I don’t suppose many restaurants will let me in, looking like this,” says Charlotte. “Where did you have in mind?”
You reply, “Let’s go to...
The Spur and Cactus.”
Slick Willy’s.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
You and Charlotte catch a bus – much to the driver’s delight – that takes you back to your halls of residence. There, the two of you have dinner in the cafeteria, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of male attention. As you are queuing for your food, many opportunistic male hands grope Charlotte’s breasts and buttocks, and she does absolutely nothing to discourage them.
When the two of you sit down at a table, Charlotte says, with a little giggle, “Ooh, I do love getting groped!”
After the meal, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
Heading to the bar.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Charlotte grins, and fishes her little jar of Vaseline out of her bag. She hands it to you, then she lies down on the carpet and spreads her legs for you. You unzip your jeans, take out your erection, and lube it up thoroughly. Then you lie down on top of Charlotte, and, with a sigh of contentment, slide your hard penis deep inside her.
Despite her earlier concern about someone passing by, Charlotte purrs with pleasure as she wraps her legs around you, and seems quite happy for you to take it slowly, allowing her arousal to build at the same rate as your own. Ten minutes later, you climax together while muffling the sounds of your ecstatic moans in each other’s shoulder. After cuddling together for a few precious moments, you climb off Charlotte so that she can get dressed.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Charlotte gulps, but she looks excited. “Okay!” she says.
In the middle of this floor of the library are several tables, some of which are occupied by studying students. Professor Higgins, who usually spends her lunches in the library, is reading a newspaper in an armchair in the corner. There is no way for you and Charlotte to get to the lift without being seen by any number of these people.
The stairs, however, can be reached a little more safely, by skirting around the backs of the rows of bookshelves in the physical sciences and biological sciences sections. Only the very foot of the stairs is visible from the tables in the middle of the room. You and Charlotte manage to reach the stairs without being seen, and you hurry up them to the next floor.
It is much less busy up here. The only people you see are four geeky-looking lads playing a board game at a table in the far corner.
“It’s Wally and his mates,” you say. “They’ll be more than happy to see you. Come on.” As you approach the young men, you grin. “Hi chaps!”
Four jaws drop in unison. “Whoa!” says Wally, staring at Charlotte.
“Hi,” says Justin, by far the most laid-back of the four.
You chuckle, and say,
“Mind if we join your game?”
“Who wants to fuck my girlfriend?”
“Okay!” says Charlotte excitedly.
You fish out from her bag her little jar of Vaseline, which you use to lubricate her pussy and vagina, gleefully and liberally. Then, taking your erect penis out of your jeans, you lie down on top of Charlotte and ease yourself slowly inside her.
“God, we’re completely insane for doing this!” gasps Charlotte as she wraps her legs around your back.
You begin fucking her, but it is not long before a small crowd of spectators gathers around you on the grass. “Have you two lost your minds?” demands one young woman. “You’re going to get yourselves kicked out of university!”
“It’s ... a risk!” says Charlotte breathlessly. “But trust me ... the thrill ... is amazing!”
Fortunately your audience shields you from the view of a couple of faculty members who walk by during the next few minutes. With some careful pacing, you manage to time your orgasm to coincide with Charlotte’s own, and she shudders beneath you as you pump your semen into her vagina.
The crowd around you begins to disperse, but a couple of the lads stay behind to take photos with their phones as you roll off Charlotte, fully revealing her nudity and the semen leaking out of her vagina. “Ooh, maybe I’ll post these on the internet!” one of them teases Charlotte.
“Do what you like with them,” pants Charlotte, her eyes half-closed. “It was worth it.”
Once the last of the audience has departed, Charlotte finally puts her thong back on. “Well that was fun,” she says with a happy sigh. “It’s only a matter of time, though, before we get into serious trouble.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” you say.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Charlotte head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
“Okay,” says Charlotte with a shy smile. She spreads her legs wide, then reaches down to her pussy with her hands and pulls her labia apart, exposing every detail of her genitalia. Two women pass by, gasp in horror, and hurry on their way with averted eyes.
It is not long, however, before a small cluster of young men has gathered in front of Charlotte, staring in delight at her pussy. Growing bolder, they approach and then sit down around her. “I’ve heard you like being fingered, Charlotte,” says one of them, as he inserts his middle finger into her vagina.
“You heard right; I love it,” says Charlotte.
“And you don’t mind this?” another lad asks you incredulously.
“Not at all,” you reply. “Have fun with her.”
From that point, things escalate quickly. Male hands, fingers and tongues explore every part of Charlotte’s body. The lads take turns French-kissing her, and it is not long before the first penis is pulled out. Charlotte moans happily as it slides into her vagina, and she wraps her legs around the young man’s back, while sucking eagerly on another lad’s tongue.
More penises are brought out, and Charlotte soon has one of them in her mouth. Then, once the first man has spurted his load inside her and pulled out, another man takes his place. He thrusts his erection deep inside her, then he turns her on to her side, and one of the other lads carefully works his cock into her anus.
Over the next few minutes, more and more young men join the crowd, and most of them seem to want to fuck Charlotte. Whenever one penis climaxes in her mouth, another is ready to take its place a moment later. The same goes for her vagina and anus. Watching her face and body, you note that she is having multiple orgasms. You also note that a couple of lads are filming the gangbang with their phones.
As two o’clock approaches, you say, “Okay chaps, that’s enough. No new penetrations. The lads inside Charlotte can finish off, but then that’s it.”
One by one, the three young men currently inside Charlotte groan and shoot their semen into her body. Then the crowd disperses as you help Charlotte to her feet. Semen pours down her thighs. “God, that was amazing!” she pants. “I just adore being gangbanged! And I adore you, for letting me have this experience.” She throws her arms around you and kisses you.
“Come on,” you say. “Or we’ll be late for lab.”
Charlotte pulls on her thong, and the two of you return to the Geography building, where Charlotte takes a couple of minutes to clean herself up in the ladies’. Then you and she head up to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Charlotte to put something on her top half. She refuses, but assures him she will keep a low profile. Some of the female students make very rude comments to her, but Charlotte stands her ground, politely agreeing with them when they call her a cheap slut. At length, the attention subsides, and you and Charlotte get on with your work. After an hour or so, you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
How things are going at home.
To sneak off to the supply room and strip naked.
Without hesitation, Charlotte drops to her knees and unzips Neil’s jeans. Reaching inside, she retrieves his erect penis and begins sucking on it, bobbing her rhythmically while you and Roddy watch, spellbound. Neil closes his eyes and utters little grunts of pleasure.
Five minutes later, he gasps and stiffens, then he clutches the back of Charlotte’s head and jerks his loins, clearly in the throes of orgasm. Charlotte swallows, and swallows again, and then she continues to suck on Neil’s softening penis for over a minute afterwards.
“Wow!” says Neil, finally pulling his penis out of Charlotte’s mouth and tucking it away. “That was brilliant. Thanks Charlotte!”
“You’re welcome,” says Charlotte, pulling up her thong as she gets to her feet.
Neil and Roddy return to their places, and all of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
Charlotte stares wide-eyed at Neil as he squeezes and caresses her breasts. Then she arches her neck backward, turning her head for a kiss, which you happily engage in. As you suck and nibble on her lips and tongue, she squeals softly and stiffens, and you guess that Neil has turned his attention to her pussy. You continue kissing her passionately, and she slowly relaxes, but her breathing starts to build in intensity, and little muffled moans escape from the sides of her mouth.
Curious, you lean forward and peer down to see what Neil is doing. He appears to be sliding at least one finger in and out of Charlotte’s vagina, and he is also rubbing her clitoris with one finger of his other hand.
Then he stops and says, “Bend over, Charlotte – I’m going to fuck you.”
With a little squeal of excitement, Charlotte immediately turns around and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet well apart and arching her back. Neil grins as he takes his erect penis out of his jeans. Lubricating it with his saliva, he positions it at the opening of her vagina, and then slowly sinks it in. When it is completely buried, he begins to thrust it rhythmically in and out of her.
Roddy, meanwhile, is turning his head this way and that like an anxious deer, looking for signs of trouble. But nobody else seems to have noticed anything, and Owen is busy helping someone on the other side of the lab with their assignment.
Neil is by now fucking Charlotte so vigorously that she is biting her own shoulder in an attempt to stop herself from moaning too loudly. Neil’s stamina is impressive; he maintains this breathtaking pace for more than five minutes, then actually speeds up as he approaches his orgasm.
Charlotte squeals and shudders as she comes to her own climax first. Then Neil, groaning in ecstasy, unloads his semen deep inside Charlotte’s vagina. Panting, he pulls out of her and tucks his penis away, then he returns to his workstation with Roddy, while a rather breathless Charlotte pulls her thong back up.
“God, he’s good!” she gasps.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Wally. He and Alan shuffle apart on one side of the table, and Charlotte sits down between them; Robbie and Justin make room for you on the other side.
The lads are in the middle of a game of Carcassonne, but they scrap it and restart. You and Charlotte join in, but, being the least experienced players, are not doing very well when you are interrupted by an angry bellow from the direction of the stairs.
“What the hell is going on here?” demands Professor Davison, glaring at Charlotte.
“Just a harmless game of Strip Carcassonne,” says Wally nervously.
“I’ve heard the rumours about you ... Charlotte, isn’t it?” says the professor, “but now you’ve been caught red-handed!”
“It’s a fair cop,” says Charlotte, completely straight-faced. Apparently she is taking this turn of events philosophically.
“Reported to the Principal’s office immediately!” snaps the professor.
“Oh come on, professor,” you intervene. “As student hijinks go, this is surely pretty tame.”
The professor’s eyes narrow. “Yes,” he says. “I’ve heard about you, too! You’re the one who keeps putting her up to these ‘hijinks’, aren’t you? Time or not, this is by all accounts just the tip of the iceberg. Both of you can report to Professor Daniels – right now!”
Charlotte gets to her feet. “Come on, Sweetie,” she says. “Looks like our luck has finally run out.”
“I’ll let him know you’re coming,” says the professor grimly as you walk past him.
Charlotte retrieves her thong and puts it on, then the two of you head across the campus, hand-in-hand, to the University’s administrative offices. There, you find the Principal’s office, and knock.
“Come in!”
You and Charlotte enter, and stand together in front of the professor’s desk like naughty schoolchildren.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Charlotte up and down. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Charlotte, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“I’m an exhibitionist,” says Charlotte unabashedly.
“Hmm, yes, that much is clear,” says the professor. “And this young man has been encouraging your adventures, I gather. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to expel you both. I’m sure this comes as no surprise to either of you.”
“It doesn’t, and I understand,” says Charlotte. “However, I am the only exhibitionist here. If you expel me, there is no need to expel my boyfriend. He won’t get into any trouble without me, whereas the converse would not be true.”
The professor raises his eyebrows, and turns to you. “Would you agree with that?” he asks.
“Yes, I’d say that’s probably true,” you say. “I have no desire to flash my own bits around campus.”
The professor shakes his head. “Sorry, but you’ve broken numerous rules in any case...”
“Professor, may I speak to you privately?” Charlotte interrupts him.
The professor looks wary, but nods. “All right,” he says.
You look at Charlotte, and she smiles. “Just wait outside, Sweetie,” she says. “I’ll fix this.”
“Okay, if you say so,” you reply.
You leave the professor’s office, closing the door behind you, and take a seat in the waiting room outside. A mousy-looking, dark-haired girl in her late teens is sitting there, watching you curiously. She is dressed rather frumpily, but her baggy jumper cannot hide the fact that she has impressively large breasts.
“Hi there,” you say.
“Hi,” she responds shyly.
You sit down and take out your phone. A couple of minutes later, the girl says, “So, you and Charlotte finally got into trouble?”
“You know about us?” you inquire in surprise.
She nods. “Well, you two are kind of famous around campus,” she says. “There’s even a popular YouTube channel devoted to videos of the two of you.” Then, with her cheeks reddening, she adds, “Apparently.”
“There is?” you say, wide-eyed. “Wow. Well, it’s been a lot of fun, but it seems like it’s all over. That old fogey in there...”
“...Is my dad,” says the girl.
“That super-nice gentleman in there,” you continue, “has expelled us. Charlotte’s making a case for me to stay, but she’s definitely out.”
“Oh!” says the girl. Her expression turns thoughtful. “I ... I’m Rebecca, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” you reply.
Rebecca’s expression turns wistful. “Charlotte’s incredibly brave, isn’t she? So confident and uninhibited. I wish I could be a little more like her...”
You chuckle, and say,
“Stick to your studies, Rebecca.”
“Sounds like you just need an encouraging boyfriend.”
The four lads look startled by the suggestion, but then they all nod eagerly. As Charlotte steps towards them, they get up from their table, then sit down again rapidly with anxious looks.
“What’s wrong?” asks Charlotte.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong!” growls a stern voice behind you. “You’re getting sent to the Principal’s office!”
“Oh shit,” you mutter. Then you say, more loudly, “Come on, professor, she hadn’t actually done anything with them yet.”
“Yet!” snaps the professor. “Nevertheless, she’s naked! And, as I understand it, this is just the latest in a long line of publicly lewd and naked behaviour! And from what I hear, you’ve been putting her up to it, so you can go to the Principal’s office too!”
“Let’s go, Sweetie,” says Charlotte. “Looks like our luck has finally run out.”
“I’ll let him know you’re coming,” says the professor grimly as you walk past him.
Charlotte retrieves her thong and puts it on, then the two of you head across the campus, hand-in-hand, to the University’s administrative offices. There, you find the Principal’s office, and knock.
“Come in!”
You and Charlotte enter, and stand together in front of the professor’s desk like naughty schoolchildren.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Charlotte up and down. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Charlotte, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“I’m an exhibitionist,” says Charlotte unabashedly.
“Hmm, yes, that much is clear,” says the professor. “And this young man has been encouraging your adventures, I gather. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to expel you both. I’m sure this comes as no surprise to either of you.”
“It doesn’t, and I understand,” says Charlotte. “However, I am the only exhibitionist here. If you expel me, there is no need to expel my boyfriend. He won’t get into any trouble without me, whereas the converse would not be true.”
The professor raises his eyebrows, and turns to you. “Would you agree with that?” he asks.
“Yes, I’d say that’s probably true,” you say. “I have no desire to flash my own bits around campus.”
The professor shakes his head. “Sorry, but you’ve broken numerous rules in any case...”
“Professor, may I speak to you privately?” Charlotte interrupts him.
The professor looks wary, but nods. “All right,” he says.
You look at Charlotte, and she smiles. “Just wait outside, Sweetie,” she says. “I’ll fix this.”
“Okay, if you say so,” you reply.
You leave the professor’s office, closing the door behind you, and take a seat in the waiting room outside. A mousy-looking, dark-haired girl in her late teens is sitting there, watching you curiously. She is dressed rather frumpily, but her baggy jumper cannot hide the fact that she has impressively large breasts.
“Hi there,” you say.
“Hi,” she responds shyly.
You sit down and take out your phone. A couple of minutes later, the girl says, “So, you and Charlotte finally got into trouble?”
“You know about us?” you inquire in surprise.
She nods. “Well, you two are kind of famous around campus,” she says. “There’s even a popular YouTube channel devoted to videos of the two of you.” Then, with her cheeks reddening, she adds, “Apparently.”
“There is?” you say, wide-eyed. “Wow. Well, it’s been a lot of fun, but it seems like it’s all over. That old fogey in there...”
“...Is my dad,” says the girl.
“That super-nice gentleman in there,” you continue, “has expelled us. Charlotte’s making a case for me to stay, but she’s definitely out.”
“Oh!” says the girl. Her expression turns thoughtful. “I ... I’m Rebecca, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” you reply.
Rebecca’s expression turns wistful. “Charlotte’s incredibly brave, isn’t she? So confident and uninhibited. I wish I could be a little more like her...”
You chuckle, and say,
“Stick to your studies, Rebecca.”
“Sounds like you just need an encouraging boyfriend.”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Absolutely,” she says.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. You enter, and the microskirt-wearing waitress who comes to meet you takes one look at Charlotte and laughs. “My goodness!” she says. “You’re making me feel overdressed! Are you looking for a job?”
“No,” says Charlotte, grinning. “We’re just here to eat.”
The waitress leads you to a table in the middle of the room, and you and Charlotte sit down.
The food is unexceptional, but the topless waitress who brings it to you has quite lovely breasts. Charlotte eyes them with amusement, and after the waitress leaves, she smirks and says, “What I wouldn’t give to have her breasts!”
“Don’t be silly – yours are perfect,” you tell her.
Dickie Brewer emerges from the back of the room, and speaks into a microphone. “It’s amateur hour, ladies and gents – if any of our female guests want to try their hand at pole-dancing, now’s your chance!”
You smile and say to Charlotte,
“Want to pole-dance again?”
“How about getting completely naked?”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who meets you inside takes one look at Charlotte’s bare breasts and thong, and says, “Sorry, but you can’t come in here like that! Put some clothes on, for heaven’s sake!”
Disappointed, you and Charlotte leave the restaurant. “Well I can’t say I’m surprised,” says Charlotte. “But what shall we do now?”
You reply, “Let’s go...
Back to my halls of residence and have dinner there.”
And have dinner at Slick Willy’s.”
Charlotte grins. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and heads over to the pole. Dickie grins, though a little apprehensively. “We have a volunteer!” he exclaims. “And wow, she’s already down to just a thong!” Then, switching off the mic, he says something quietly to Charlotte which you cannot hear. You can guess, however, that he is asking her not to get too explicit.
Music plays; Charlotte smiles, and begins to dance. She does not use the pole much; she just swings around it a few times and arches her back against it. Then, grasping the sides of her thong, she tugs it down her legs, steps out of it, and kicks it to one side. Cheers and wolf-whistles erupt from the mostly male spectators, and Charlotte smiles happily as she dances, with admirable confidence, completely naked.
Abandoning the pole, she begins dancing from table to table, giving eager male diners lewd close-up views of her pussy. She twerks in front of one man, spreading her feet well apart as she gyrates her bottom just inches from his face, and she places her left foot on another man’s thigh while she fingers her vagina for his viewing pleasure.
Dickie is watching her anxiously; he is no doubt ready to step in and put a stop to Charlotte’s dance if she makes physical contact with anybody. As she dances past your table, she winks at you and blows you a kiss. You beckon to her, and when she comes and bends down next to you, you say, “I’ll try to distract Dickie; I want you to...
Lie down on your back and masturbate until you climax in front of everyone.”
Start giving these men the most outrageous lap dances imaginable.”
Charlotte chuckles. “Well that won’t take much effort,” she remarks. She half rises from her chair, slips off her thong, and tucks it into her bag.
“Awesome,” you say happily.
Your waitress seems surprised, when she returns, to find Charlotte now completely naked, but she makes no objection. You thoroughly enjoy the rest of your meal, thrilled to be on a date with such a wonderfully sexy young woman.
She remains naked for the rest of the meal, only putting her thong back on as you are paying the bill. Outside, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has climbed on to a table and lain back, lifting her legs in the air and spreading her thighs wide apart. With nearly all of the men in the room, and some of the women, staring at her exposed pussy, she begins to slide two fingers of her right hand in and out of her vagina, while rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her left hand.
Fortunately, Dickie seems to have tuned out the sounds of cheering and wolf-whistling behind him, so engrossed is he in the unfolding tale of Charlotte’s exhibitionism at the university. Even her unbridled cries of orgasmic ecstasy do not distract him.
“And then we were like, ‘Where shall we eat?’, and then of course I suggested this place,” you say, concluding your story. “And here we are.”
“Incredible!” says Dickie. He looks around to see Charlotte returning to the table with her thong in her hand. “You’re an amazing girl!” he tells her.
“Thank you,” says Charlotte with a smile. As Dickie leaves the table, she pulls on her thong and sits back down.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Charlotte smiles and nods, and continues dancing towards the next table. You beckon to Dickie, and he comes over to your table. “Your girlfriend is quite the extrovert!” he chuckles.
“You’re not wrong, mate,” you agree. “She turned up to lectures this morning wearing nothing but a thong, and then...” You begin to tell him, in great detail, about your day with Charlotte, and he eagerly sits down to listen, his eyes growing wider and wider as your tale unfolds.
Meanwhile, Charlotte has straddled the lap of a man sitting alone at a nearby table, and is kissing him with lots of tongue while he fingers her vagina. As you continue to tell Dickie about what happened during this morning’s lectures, Charlotte reaches down to unzip the man’s trousers, and from the way she settles down on to his lap a moment later, you know his penis is now inside her. She starts to bounce up and down on him, as other men at nearby tables whoop and applaud.
It is not long before the man climaxes inside Charlotte. She kisses him, then climbs off his lap and moves on to another table, at which sit three more men. You begin to stretch out your story, getting a little creative with the truth as you attempt to give Charlotte more time. This strategy works; Dickie is enthralled, and soon Charlotte is moving on to a third table with the sperm of four men running down her thighs.
She manages to have sex with three more men by the time you come to the end of your story. You beckon to her as she climbs off her seventh penis, and, by the time Dickie turns around to look, Charlotte is walking back towards your table.
“All done with your dance?” says Dickie. “I hope you had fun – you’re an amazing girl!”
“I had lots of fun thanks,” says Charlotte with an impish grin. As Dickie leaves the table, she sits back down. “Wow!” she gasps. “That was intense.”
“Well done, darling,” you say with a smile. “Your sluttiness is beyond compare.”
“Here, you forgot this,” says Dickie, returning to your table. He hands Charlotte her thong.
“Oh – thank you,” says Charlotte, and she puts the flimsy garment back on.
The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you ask Charlotte if she would like…
To have some fun in the red light district.
To take a walk in the park.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
“Yes please!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head on foot into the seedier part of town, where the sight of a near-naked woman is a little less uncommon. You spot a couple of prostitutes hanging out on street corners, and you remark, “You’re prettier than these women ... not to mention more naked.”
Charlotte takes off her thong and tucks it into her bag. “Completely naked, now,” she says with a giggle. “So, what do you have in mind?”
You come to an empty street corner next to a quiet alley, and say, “This looks like a good spot. Let’s wait for a man to stop by and ask you for sex, and then I want you to...
Offer him a free fuck, in your vagina or anus – his choice.”
Tell him you’ll go with him and indulge any depraved fantasy he likes for two hours, for five hundred pounds.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
The two of you head to the park, whose paths are fortunately quite well illuminated. As you walk through it, hand in hand, you pass a bandstand in which a number of teenage boys are hanging out, smoking and drinking. All of them stop talking as they catch sight of you, and they stare lustfully at Charlotte.
“All right darlin’?” one of them calls out to her.
“Hi,” says Charlotte, waving to them.
Gripping Charlotte’s hand, you lead her...
Past the bandstand, heading deeper into the park.
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Who wants to take part in an erotic photo shoot?”
Up to the bandstand and say, “Hi lads! Do whatever you like with my girlfriend; I’ll be back to pick her up in two hours.”
Charlotte smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus driver is thrilled to have a near-naked young woman board his bus. Some of the other passengers are less enthused, but none of them complains to the driver, and the ride back to Juniper Hall is uneventful. Once back at your hall, you lead Charlotte past scores of astonished students, and take her up to your room. There, you...
Begin kissing and undressing her.
Ask her if she would like to hang out with your friends.
Charlotte nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car pulls around the corner into the alley, and stops. You wait for a couple of minutes, then you creep closer, listening. As you approach the car, you can hear rhythmic male grunts interspersed with Charlotte’s higher-pitched moans of pleasure.
Five minutes later, Charlotte gets out, and the car drives away. You walk up to her with a smile and say, “How was it?”
“Good!” replies Charlotte happily. “Just an old-fashioned missionary-style vaginal fucking, but nice.”
“Well, let’s get out of here,” you say. “I don’t fancy waiting around another half-hour for the next horny customer to arrive.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte.
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte shivers, then nods, and you retreat into the shadows while she adopts a seductive pose at the edge of the pavement. After half an hour or so, she is getting quite cold, but then fortunately a car stops next to her. The passenger window opens, and Charlotte bends down to talk to the man inside. After a short conversation, she opens the door and climbs in.
The car drives off, and you wait. And wait. The evening gets darker and chillier, and you walk briskly up and down while catching up on Twitter. Time passes agonisingly slowly.
After two and a half hours you are starting to worry, but then a car appears and comes to a halt next to you. The passenger door opens, and Charlotte gets out, looking rather tired. She smiles when she sees you, and comes over to kiss you while the car drives off. She then proudly hands you a wad of cash. “Here you go, my pimp,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say, pocketing the money. “So, what did you have to do to earn this?”
Charlotte chuckles. “This one had friends,” she says. “It turned into quite the orgy!”
You pull her into a hug. “I’m proud of you, my sexy little whore,” you say, and she shudders in your arms.
“Yes,” she murmurs happily. “I am a whore.”
The two of you leave the red light district and head back into a more reputable part of town, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The teenagers look disappointed as you walk past them without stopping, and they emerge from the bandstand to watch Charlotte’s retreating bottom.
A couple of minutes later you arrive at the river, where tall nettles cluster thickly around a park bench. Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag, then she lies down on the bench and spreads her legs. “Fuck me,” she says. “Please?”
You smile as you...
Pull down your jeans and boxers, and lie down on top of her.
Carefully pluck a nettle and brush it against Charlotte’s pussy.
Every one of the boys immediately volunteers, and you begin posing them as Charlotte takes off her thong and puts it in her bag. “Okay, you with the floppy hair, sit down here ... and you, acne boy, kneel down just there... Charlotte, sit down right there, and put your left foot up on his shoulder ... perfect. Now you, Blondie, come down here and sit on the middle step there ... and slide two of your fingers into her vagina ... great! Now acne boy, I want you to grab her left breast, and stick your tongue in her mouth ... wonderful. Now you, floppy hair, start sucking on her right nipple.”
You take the first photo, and then rearrange everyone for the next. As the photo shoot progresses, the poses become more explicit. Soon Charlotte is posing with a penis in her mouth; shortly afterwards, with one in her vagina. Four photos after that, you capture her smiling happily with one penis in her vagina and another in her rectum. And whenever a boy puts his erection inside Charlotte, after the photo is taken you allow him to climax inside her before withdrawing.
Soon there are only three boys who have not yet spent their sperm. You pose them with their erections in Charlotte’s mouth, vagina, and anus, take a photo, and then let them all fuck her until they spurt their semen inside her.
“Well that was fun,” giggles Charlotte as the two of you walk away from the bandstand. She is still naked, and apparently unconcerned about the semen running down the insides of her thighs. “What will you do with those photos?”
“Oh, probably email them to your dad,” you say airily.
Charlotte laughs. “I wouldn’t mind if you did,” she says. “He would kick me out, but we’re almost at that point anyway.”
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
The boys stare at you, their eyes wide. Then they laugh in delight as you walk away, leaving Charlotte at their mercy. When you glance backward, you see them crowding around her.
You kill a couple of hours on a nearby park bench, out of sight (and earshot) of the bandstand. When you eventually return, only three boys are still there. One of them is laughing raucously as he fucks Charlotte’s rectum; with his left hand he is pulling her hair, while with his right he is slapping her buttock in time with his thrusts. Then, as you climb the steps into the bandstand, the lad groans and stops thrusting. With a beatific smile, he remains buried inside your girlfriend for another minute or so, then he pulls out and tucks himself away.
“She’s all yours, mate,” he says.
Charlotte retrieves her bag, and the two of you head away from the bandstand. “Where’s your thong?” you ask.
“In my bag,” replies Charlotte.
You nod, then inquire, “Did you have a nice time?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Yes thank you,” she says. “I do love a good gangbang.”
You leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
As you bury your erection in Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. You fuck her for five minutes or so, then you pull out, slide your penis into her anus, and fuck her rectum for a while. Then, feeling your orgasm approaching, you switch back to her vagina and ejaculate just as she reaches her own climax.
You cuddle with Charlotte for a while, but the bench is not particularly comfortable, and eventually you both decide that it is time to get up and move on.
“Shall I put my thong back on?” asks Charlotte. “Or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
You tuck your hand up inside your sleeve, and pluck a tall nettle by gripping its stalk through the material of your shirt. Charlotte’s eyes widen as you bring its tip over to her pussy, and she squeals as you brush it against her labia.
“Ow! Ow! It’s stinging me!” she gasps, but she does not attempt to close her legs or get out of the way, so you continue to sting her with the nettle, prodding it against her labia and clitoris, and around the entrance to her vagina and anus.
“Pull yourself open,” you instruct her.
Biting her lip, Charlotte tucks the tips of her index and middle fingers of both hands into her vagina, and pulls them apart, exposing her vulnerable soft interior flesh.
Grinning, you plunge the tip of the nettle inside her, pushing it deep. Charlotte shrieks as her sensitive flesh receives dozens of stings, but she bravely holds her position while the nettle’s flimsy stalk curls up against her cervix and its leaves become packed together in her vagina.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” cries Charlotte, tears springing from her eyes. “It stings so badly!”
You continue to fold up the nettle inside her vagina until only a couple of inches of leafless stalk remain sticking out of her. “Now get up and bend over the bench,” you tell her.
Whimpering and gasping, Charlotte gets up and turns around, bending over and planting her hands on the bench as she spreads her feet apart. You retrieve her Vaseline from her bag, lube up your erection, and sink it into her anus. As you fuck her rectum, Charlotte reaches between her legs and begins fucking herself with the nettle, gasping as it continues to pepper her vagina with new stings.
Despite her obvious pain, Charlotte manages to bring herself to orgasm just a few seconds after, with a groan of pleasure, you spurt your semen deep into her bowels.
Once you have pulled out of her anus, Charlotte slowly pulls the nettle out of her vagina, wincing as it stings her several more times. “Holy shit!” she says. “My entire pussy is burning!”
“Sorry,” you apologise.
“Don’t be,” she says. “You can do that to me whenever you want.” Then she smirks. “Now shall I put my thong back on, or stay naked?”
“Stay naked,” you reply with a grin, and she laughs.
The two of you leave the park and begin walking down well-lit streets, where Charlotte’s nudity provokes several astonished, lecherous, and outraged reactions from various pedestrians.
Eventually you arrive at a familiar bus stop, where you spot Terry hanging out nearby with a few of his friends, a couple of whom have large dogs with them. Charlotte smiles and begins rubbing her puffy, nettle-stung pussy in anticipation.
“Want me to go over there and offer myself to Terry and his friends?” she asks, her eyes shining.
You grin and say,
“I think you’ve had enough penises in you for one day, my darling – let’s get you home.”
“Sure, why not? Make sure they all come inside you.”
“Actually, I think you should go and ask those chaps if you can have sex with their dogs.”
Charlotte obediently turns and bends over a lab stool, spreading her feet apart and arching her back to present her vagina for fucking. Neil wastes no time in pulling his erection out of his jeans. He grasps Charlotte’s hips with both hands and pulls her toward him, impaling her on his penis. Then he begins to thrust, as Roddy looks around anxiously.
Charlotte smiles happily as Neil fucks her with increasing speed. “God, I love having a cock inside me,” she murmurs.
Neil climaxes a couple of minutes later. Panting, he pulls out of Charlotte’s vagina and tucks himself back into his jeans. “Go on, Roddy,” he says. “Your turn.”
Roddy raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod and smile at him. Eagerly, he unzips his jeans and takes out his erect penis, which is somewhat larger than Neil’s. Charlotte moans with pleasure as he sinks it into her.
You keep an eye on Owen’s roaming head as Roddy gives Charlotte a quiet but energetic fucking. She is clearly getting close to her orgasm, judging by her expression and her white-knuckle grip upon the stool. Then she turns her head and squeals into her shoulder as her body shudders in a powerful climax.
Roddy now withdraws his penis from Charlotte’s vagina, and pushes it against her anal sphincter. Lubricated with Neil’s semen, the puckered ring of muscle opens up readily, and Charlotte gasps as Roddy’s thick shaft fills her rectum. He fucks her for another couple of minutes, then he groans as he pours his semen into her bowels.
Once he has pulled out of her and zipped himself up, he and Neil both thank you profusely as they return to their workstation. Charlotte pulls her thong back up, smiling contentedly, and the two of you get back to work.
The rest of the lab goes well. Afterwards, you head to your final lecture of the day, during which Charlotte sits with you at the back of the lecture theatre, once again slouching low in order to keep her breasts out of sight of the professor. Midway through the lecture, you whisper, “Charlotte...
I want you to take off your thong and go to the toilet, naked.”
I really want to have sex with you.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Charlotte to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
The four of you play a couple of matches, then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Charlotte can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are both watching Charlotte with big grins on their faces.
As you pass close by Charlotte while swapping ends between games, you murmur to her, “How about...
Saying you’re hot and removing your thong?”
Inviting Jeff and Barry to fuck you?”
Charlotte smiles and nods. “Sure,” she says.
The place is packed. There are no available stools at the bar, and there is a queue for the pool table. Of the two arcade machines, one is occupied; the other is Dance Dance Revolution, whose popularity has faded somewhat since its heyday.
Already Charlotte’s indecent outfit is turning heads. You turn to her and say, “Let’s...
Get a drink at the bar.”
Have a go on the DDR machine.”
“Sure!” says Charlotte happily.
The two of you head up to your room, where you immediately start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“Sure!” says Charlotte with a shiver. “I imagine Adolf is missing me.”
You chuckle and nod, then you head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Charlotte.”
Your friends both stare in awe and lust at Charlotte’s breasts and thong. “Hi Charlotte,” says Colin.
“Hi Babe,” says Adolf. “Take off your thong, there’s a good girl.”
Charlotte, to your delight, immediately pulls her thong down and steps out of it. As Colin and Adolf stare with undisguised lust at her naked body, you say, “Good girl. Now...
Do whatever else Adolf tells you.”
I think all three of us should fuck you ... at the same time.”
You lead Charlotte to the bar, where cheers greet her arrival. A stool is made available for her, while you find yourself nudged into the background, barely able to see your girlfriend through the jostling young men competing for her attention.
You find yourself having to peer over other lads’ shoulders in order to see what is going on. You catch a glimpse of Charlotte’s breasts being caressed by eager hands. Then Charlotte catches your eye and raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you are okay with this situation, and you respond by...
Looking worried and beckoning to her.
Grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
You take a turn on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, but fare poorly. Charlotte proves much better at it, but as she dances, her performance soon attracts attention, and she becomes surrounded by a small crowd of cheering male supporters. She smiles and giggles as she dances, lapping up the positive attention and ignoring the handful of negative comments that are hurled at her.
Then, to the delight of most of her audience, she suddenly pulls her thong down, steps out of it, then resumes dancing, now completely naked. The volume of cheers and wolf-whistles practically doubles.
Plied with offers of drinks after her game is over, Charlotte politely declines. Picking up her thong, she walks over to you, puts her arms around your neck, and gives you a long kiss. The looks of dismay on the faces of her admirers make you want to laugh out loud ... but instead you merely smile happily as you lead Charlotte out of the bar.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte grins, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would all of you nice gentlemen like to fuck me?” she asks them with a smile.
There is an immediate chorus of enthusiastic assent. “Gawd, yer an absolute saint, you are,” says Terry.
Charlotte sighs happily as she lies down on a coat that one of the men spreads out for her. Then she purrs with contentment as the first unwashed homeless penis enters her.
The men take it in turns to fuck your girlfriend and fill her with their semen. A couple of the older ones have some trouble getting erect, either because of performance anxiety or because of the declining functionality of their ageing bodies. But Charlotte is very patient with them, letting them take their time and using her mouth to encourage their arousal when necessary. Eventually, every one of them has spilled his sperm inside her.
As Charlotte lies panting, her legs spread, semen leaking out of her vagina and pooling around her buttocks, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
Charlotte shivers, then nods excitedly, and the two of you walk over to the little cluster of homeless men. “Would you nice gentlemen be so kind as to let me fuck your dogs?” she asks them with an affected air of wide-eyed innocence.
The men all laugh dirtily. “Sure thing, Sweetheart,” says one of them. He lays his coat out on the ground, and Charlotte gets down on to her hands and knees.
The first dog to mount her is Mack, a powerful-looking mix of sheepdog and Mastiff traits. His owner carefully guides his thick, growing penis into Charlotte’s vagina, where it sinks deep. The dog barks excitedly as it starts thrusting rapidly, and Charlotte squeals as the animal’s claws dig into her back.
Once Mack has climaxed inside her, his owner pulls him off and the second dog, Brutus, mounts your girlfriend. He is even larger than Mack, and Charlotte gasps as his swollen cock penetrates her. Then she moans with pleasure as he starts fucking her with intense energy.
Once Brutus has ejaculated inside her, Charlotte collapses on to her elbows, panting. Brutus attempts to climb off, but he seems to be stuck. Terry and his friends laugh. “His knot’s stuck inside you!” says Brutus’s owner gleefully.
Charlotte winces as, half a minute later, Brutus yanks his knot out of her. Then, recovering her smile, she rolls over on to her back and spreads her legs. “Anyone else want me?” she asks.
Before long, Terry and every one of his friends has fucked Charlotte right in front of you. Then, as she lies exhausted with semen pouring out of her gaping vagina, Terry makes her an extraordinary proposition. “Stay wiv us,” he begs her. “We’ll look after you – make sure you have enough to eat, and clothes to wear, of you want them – and you can have as much sex as you want. There are lots more of us, you know – we can find you hundreds of homeless men to fuck. And plenty of dogs, too!”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell that she is very aroused by the idea, as crazy as it sounds. Her hand drifts to her pussy, and she begins to masturbate. “That’s up to my boyfriend,” she murmurs.
You chuckle, and say...
“Sorry chaps, but Charlotte’s mine.”
“How about it, Charlotte? Is it time for you to become a full-time sex slave?”
The two of you start taking each other’s clothes off, and soon find yourselves in bed together, naked.
You lube up your penis with Vaseline, and slowly sink it into Charlotte’s...
Vagina.
Anus.
“I like the sound of that!” says Adolf, with a dirty laugh. “All right Charlotte, get on the bed on your hands and knees – I’m going to fuck your arsehole.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte meekly. She climbs on to the bed, positions herself on all fours, and spreads her knees apart. Adolf climbs onto the bed behind her, then coughs up copious quantities of saliva and mucus, which he uses to lubricate his erection and her anus.
“Oh yeah,” says Adolf as he sinks his penis deep into Charlotte’s rectum, making her gasp and wince. He begins fucking her with a joyous grin on his face. “Hey Charlotte,” he says. “Suck Colin’s cock.”
Colin grins as he unzips his jeans and takes out his own pudgy, semi-erect penis. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed and slaps his cock against Charlotte’s cheek. She opens her mouth, takes in his penis, and begins sucking on it.
You watch, mesmerised, as Adolf fucks Charlotte with wild, exuberant thrusts. Then, after a couple of minutes, he pulls his erection out of her anus. “Down on your elbows,” he instructs Charlotte.
Charlotte complies, but this means she can no longer reach Colin’s penis; he sits down on the edge of the bed so that she can continue to suck him off. Adolf now plunges himself into Charlotte’s vagina, and he fucks her wildly until, a minute or so later, he climaxes with a groan.
“Okay, your turn Colin,” he says, pulling his penis out of your girlfriend.
Colin eagerly strips off his trousers and underwear, then he takes Adolf’s place on the bed behind Charlotte. He fucks her vagina for a minute or two, then, using Adolf’s semen as a lubricant, he slides his erection into her anus. A couple of minutes later, he ejaculates copiously into her rectum.
“Who’s up for some Star Trek?” asks Colin, climbing off Charlotte, who remains on her elbows and knees with her bottom sticking up in the air, her anus and vagina leaking semen.
“Sure,” you say.
“You chaps have fun with Star Trek,” says Adolf. “Charlotte and I are going to Gavin’s room.”
Charlotte looks up at you with wide eyes. Gavin is a dreg of humanity even more obnoxious than Adolf. As Adolf is fully aware, you have been barred from Gavin’s room ever since you called him an “ignorant little cunt”. Dreading to think what Gavin and Adolf might do with Charlotte without your supervision, you say,
“Okay, have fun.”
“I think not, Adolf.”
Charlotte shivers, but you can tell she is delighted by the idea. “Okay,” she says, and she climbs on to Colin’s bed. Lying back, she spreads her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy, vagina and anus for everyone’s viewing pleasure. “Do you want to fetch the Vaseline first, though, Sweetie?”
“Good idea,” you agree, and you hurry back to your room to retrieve your jar of Vaseline. When you get back to Colin’s room, you find that he and Adolf have already stripped off their trousers and underwear, and you quickly do the same. Then you say, “All right chaps, I’ll take her...
Mouth.”
Vagina.”
Anus.”
Charlotte climbs down from her stool. “Sorry,” she says to the lads around her, “but my boyfriend needs me. She climbs down from her stool, comes over to you, and gives you a long kiss. The look of envy given you by her cluster of admirers is priceless.
“Now I think you should take me back to your room,” says Charlotte, “and give me a jolly good rogering.”
You do not need to be asked twice, and the sex is amazing. Afterwards you cuddle with her for a while, until she decides it is time to go home. You walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply. “Now take off that thong – I want to see you get on the bus naked.”
“Your wish is my command,” says Charlotte. She removes her thong and tucks it into her bag.
The bus arrives, and its driver laughs in delight as Charlotte boards it, naked. The doors close, and the bus takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
Continue.
Charlotte nods and smiles at you, then she turns her attention back to her admirers. She is soon being plied with drinks, and becoming very generous with her kisses. Male hands grope every inch of her body, and soon she is being laid down across a couple of bar stools. Her legs are lifted up in the air, and her thong is pulled off.
“Oh my!” gasps Charlotte as a thick penis slides into her vagina. Her next utterance is muffled as another penis is shoved into her mouth. She begins sucking on it willingly.
After three minutes of this, the first penis is withdrawn, and you briefly see white semen leaking out of Charlotte’s vagina before another penis is shoved in. Then you lose sight of her in the press of young men jostling in front of you, and you try to circle around to get a better vantage point.
Most of the women in the bar leave in disgust over the course of the next twenty minutes, as the crowd of horny young men around Charlotte grows and grows. After a full hour of her gangbang, you estimate that she has been fucked by at least twenty men, and the action shows no sign of abating.
Another hour passes, and the crowd thins sufficiently for you to see what is going on. Charlotte is lying on her side across two bar stools, with her legs being held almost in the splits position. One lad is fucking her vagina; another is in her anus. She is sucking on a third man’s penis.
After fifteen more minutes, every man remaining in the bar has come inside Charlotte – including the bartender. Charlotte is left alone, and she rolls off the stools, falling clumsily on to her hands and knees. She grabs her thong, and gets unsteadily to her feet. Seeing you, she smiles happily and walks over to you, with semen pouring down her thighs. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asks.
You nod. “Stay naked,” you say. “No more thong for you tonight.”
“Sure,” she says, and she puts her thong in her bag. Then you kiss her; she tastes of sperm.
“It’s getting late,” you remark. “We should get you home.”
“Never mind how late it is,” says Charlotte. “I need you to fuck me, back in your room. After I’ve cleaned up a bit and feel more human. Please?”
“Of course,” you say.
You take her back to your floor, where she takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Then she climbs into your bed, where you vigorously fuck her vagina and anus until the two of you climax together.
“Aah,” she sighs happily. “That’s better. Thank you.”
She remains naked as you walk her to the bus stop, where she gives you a long, lingering kiss.
“Thank you for another lovely evening,” she says, smiling.
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
The bus arrives, and the bus driver whoops in delight as Charlotte boards. The doors close, and the bus drives away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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As you begin thrusting your erection into Charlotte’s vagina, she sighs happily and wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me,” she whispers in your ear. “Fuck me hard!”
You are more than happy to oblige, and with the benefit of a little experience behind you, you manage to delay your orgasm until Charlotte is ready to climax with you. The result is spectacular, and the kiss Charlotte gives you afterwards speaks volumes about how she feels you performed.
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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“Uhh ... oh my God!” gasps Charlotte, as you begin thrusting your erection in and out of her rectum. “That feels so good!”
You delay your orgasm as long as you can, but the sensation of Charlotte’s rectal walls sliding against the head of your penis soon proves too stimulating, and you groan as you shoot spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels.
Charlotte sighs happily. “God that was intense,” she murmurs. “I love anal sex.”
You manage to repeat the performance about an hour later. Then Charlotte reluctantly says she has to leave, and you walk her to the bus stop.
The bus arrives, and takes her away. Tired and happy, you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Charlotte laughs. “All right then, spoil sport,” she says.
You gently finger Charlotte’s vagina until her bus arrives. She boards it, much to the driver’s delight, then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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Terry chuckles. “Well, you can’t blame me for asking,” he says, as you help Charlotte to her feet.
You walk Charlotte back to the bus stop, where you kiss her lovingly. “Well done, my darling,” you say.
Charlotte grins. “Not bad for an uptight church girl, eh?” she replies.
To your great satisfaction, she leaves her thong in her bag, remaining naked, with semen running down her thighs, until the bus arrives. She kisses you goodbye and boards the bus; the driver beams with delight, and says something to her that you do not catch, but it makes her laugh. Then the doors close, and the bus takes her away.
You catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall, where you spend the rest of the evening alone in your room, thinking about Charlotte. You are deeply in love with her, and you can’t wait to spend more time with her...
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Charlotte looks both excited and frightened. She rubs her clitoris harder as she says, “I will happily become these men’s sex slave, if that’s what you want.”
“Good!” you say. “That’s settled then. Gentlemen, she’s all yours.” You bend down and give Charlotte a kiss. “Goodbye my darling. Have fun in your new life.”
You pick up her bag and toss it into a nearby skip. Then you head to the bus stop. As the bus arrives, you glance back at Charlotte; she is French-kissing one of the homeless men, while another is attempting to push his entire hand into her vagina.
Then the bus takes you away, and you lose sight of Charlotte for good.
THE END
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“Mmmm...” Charlotte murmurs happily as she feels your penis sliding into her.
You take your time as you fuck her, and gradually build her pleasure until she is ready to climax at the same time as you. Then, as she shudders in orgasmic bliss, your penis spews semen all over her cervix.
“God that was amazing!” Charlotte pants.
“I’m inclined to agree,” you say as you withdraw your softening penis from her vagina.
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
“Ohhh God...” Charlotte murmurs excitedly as she feels your penis sliding into her rectum.
The sensation of fucking Charlotte’s anus is incredible, but you try to delay your climax for as long as possible. Eventually you can hold back no longer, and you slam your hips against her buttocks as you piston your erection in and out of her. Then you reach your orgasm, shuddering as you pump your semen into her bowels.
“God that was intense!” Charlotte gasps, as you withdraw your softening penis from her anus. “I love how it feels when you’re in my bottom – it’s so wonderfully taboo!”
You and Charlotte kiss and cuddle naked for a while, then, as one o’clock approaches, you get dressed and head to the cafeteria for lunch, where Charlotte’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention. She shivers at the compliments, insults, warnings and threats.
After lunch, you suggest...
Going to the library.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she says, “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” She pulls her thong down, and steps out of it.
“Holy shit!” says Jeff, staring at her naked pussy.
Barry adds, “Um, it’s definitely just you, Charlotte.”
Now completely nude, Charlotte taps the table with her bat. “Come on, Sweetie, your turn to serve.”
After a couple more singles games, you and Charlotte play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I’d best be getting home,” says Charlotte, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “Will you see me to the bus stop?”
“Of course,” you say.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
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As Charlotte reaches the end of the table, she bends over it and says, “My vagina needs attention. Barry, would you mind giving me a good hard fucking?”
Grinning, Barry moves around behind Charlotte and pulls her thong down to her ankles. “Sure!” he says. He unzips his jeans, takes out his erect penis, and plunges it deep inside her. As he fucks your girlfriend with a broad grin on his face, he looks over at you and winks.
You take a seat and watch Charlotte’s face as Barry’s penis pistons in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted in a half-smile of erotic pleasure. Then she opens her eyes, sees you looking at her, and grins at you.
After ten minutes or so, Barry suddenly increases the speed of his thrusting, and then he groans and stiffens as he pumps his semen into Charlotte. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he pulls out of her vagina, gives her a slap on her left buttock, and says, “All yours, Jeff.”
Jeff grimaces slightly at the sight of Barry’s semen oozing out of Charlotte’s vagina, but he barely hesitates before pulling out his own erection and sinking it into her moist depths. Gripping her hips, he fucks her so hard and fast that it soon brings her to orgasm.
“Oh God!” she cries. “Yes! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me hard! Aaaaahhhh!” She shudders as her entire body is wracked with orgasmic bliss.
Soon afterward, Jeff gasps and spasms as he reaches his own climax, filling her up with his sperm. When he pulls out of her, a minute or so later, she stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around his neck. “Thank you Jeff,” she says softly, and she gives him a tender kiss, to which he eagerly responds. You catch a brief glimpse of their tongues intertwining, before they pull apart.
Charlotte then turns to Barry, who takes her in his arms and bends her over backwards as he kisses her. It is a very sloppy kiss – you see saliva flowing down Barry’s tongue and into Charlotte’s mouth – but she does not seem to mind. When he eventually releases her, she picks up her thong and tucks it into her bag.
“Okay!” she says brightly. “Who wants another game of doubles?”
“Sure,” you reply.
Charlotte remains naked for the next two games, after which you and she bid Jeff and Barry goodnight.
Outside, you smile and say, “Good girl, Charlotte – I’m proud of you.”
She smiles happily. “I’ll fuck anyone you tell me to fuck,” she says.
You walk her to the bus stop, take her into your arms, and kiss her. The bus arrives a few minutes later, and you see the driver’s eyes widen in delight as Charlotte boards, naked. Then the bus departs, and you return to Juniper Hall, wondering how you managed to get so lucky. As you climb into bed, you cannot stop thinking about Charlotte, and you cannot wait to see her again...
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Charlotte moves to allow Colin to lie down on his back, and then she lies down on top of him. Taking a dollop of Vaseline from the jar, she uses it to lube up Colin’s erection and her own vaginal opening. His four-inch-long, pudgy cock slips inside her, and he begins gently fucking her.
Adolf now applies Vaseline to his own erection, and to Charlotte’s anus. Lying down on top of her but supporting himself with his hands, he slowly slides his long, thin, rather oddly-shaped cock deep into your girlfriend’s rectum. Then, with a broad grin, he begins thrusting himself back and forth inside her.
Charlotte’s head is close to the edge of the bed; you kneel down next to her and push your erect penis into her mouth as she opens it. She sucks on it eagerly and swirls her tongue around its head; the sensation is wonderful and you close your eyes, smiling happily.
After a short while, judging by their groans of pleasure, Adolf and Colin seem to be approaching their climaxes. You are getting fairly close yourself, thanks to the attentions of Charlotte’s tongue, and you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte shifts position to allow Colin to lie down on his side with his back against the wall. She then lies down on her side with her back to him, and she lifts her right leg up so that her vagina and anus can be more easily accessed. Colin lubricates his pudgy erection and Charlotte’s anus with Vaseline, and then he slowly sinks his cock into her rectum, making her moan contentedly.
You now lie down in front of Charlotte, facing her. After a quick application of Vaseline, you sink your penis into her vagina and begin thrusting. She smiles at you and kisses you, but then she raises her head and takes Adolf’s penis into her mouth, sucking eagerly on it as he thrusts it back and forth.
For the next couple of minutes you, Colin and Adolf all fuck Charlotte while you and Colin take turns playing with her breasts. Then, sensing that Colin and Adolf are approaching their climaxes, you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her anus next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Charlotte moves over so that you can lie down on the bed on your back. You lube up your erection with Vaseline, then, as Charlotte straddles you and lowers herself down, you rub more Vaseline into her anus. As she descends further, you position the head of your erection at her anal opening, and watch as her sphincter expands to accommodate you. She sits all the way down, so that you are fully buried in her rectum.
Then she lies back against you, raising her legs in the air as Adolf climbs on top of her. Having lubricated his penis, he plunges it deep into her vagina and begins fucking her vigorously. The motion causes your own erection to slide back and forth within her rectum; you are fucking her without moving a muscle.
Colin, resting one knee upon the bed, now waves his short and pudgy erection in Charlotte’s face. She opens her mouth and takes it in, sucking eagerly on it while her vagina and anus are being fucked by two other penises.
After a couple of minutes, you guess that Colin and Adolf are both getting close to orgasm, so you say, “All right chaps, let’s...
Change places. I want her mouth next.”
Change places. I want her vagina next.”
Fill her up with sperm!”
Colin comes first, grunting as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Adolf groans with pleasure as he spurts semen deep inside Charlotte’s rectum. You take a little longer, but Adolf and Colin are still inside your girlfriend when your semen sprays against her tonsils.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and Colin gently pushes her off him as he climbs out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Colin climaxes first, grunting as he shoots his semen deep into Charlotte’s rectum. A few moments later, you reach your own orgasm, groaning ecstatically as you pump your girlfriend’s vagina full of your sperm.
Then Adolf gasps and twitches as he ejaculates into Charlotte’s mouth. To her credit, she swallows every drop, and on tiniest to suck him as he softens, milking him of every last drop of his semen.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and then Colin carefully climbs over her as he gets out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf comes first, gasping with ecstasy as he shoots his semen into Charlotte’s vagina. A moment later, Charlotte’s tongue brings Colin to a climax, and his fat little cock fills her mouth with his sperm.
You grab Charlotte’s hips and start fucking her anus with powerful strokes, until finally you reach your own orgasm, pumping your semen deep into her bowels. Charlotte sighs happily as you reach around her chest and squeeze her breasts.
One by one, the three of you withdraw from Charlotte’s body, and you gently push her off you as you climb out of bed. Rolling on to her back, Charlotte looks breathless but happy. She spreads her legs wide apart, giving her three lovers a good look at the semen oozing from her vagina and anus.
“Star Trek?” suggests Colin.
“Sure,” you agree.
After a couple of episodes, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she exclaims, “Oh my God! Being fucked by three men at once is so amazing!” Then she turns to you. “Thank you Sweetie – I love this new world you’ve opened me up to.”
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf laughs. “Awesome,” he says.
Charlotte seems excited as she follows Adolf out of Colin’s room and into the corridor, still completely naked and with semen dripping down her thighs.
“Holy fuck,” says Colin, once they have left. “I can’t believe you’re letting Adolf take your girlfriend off to get who-knows-what done to her in Gavin’s room!”
“I am a little concerned,” you admit, “but it’s the kind of adventure Charlotte will revel in. She’s strong; she’ll be fine.”
You watch television and play games for the next three hours. Then the door opens, and Charlotte staggers in. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “That was intense!”
“Are you okay?” you ask, jumping to your feet.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, picking up her thong and tucking it into her bag. “But it’s getting late and I should probably head home.”
“Okay, I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Outside she says, “Well it was quite the party. I was fucked by about fifteen men.”
“Good grief!” you say.
“And then they held me down, and all of them took it in turns to spank me,” she adds. “First on my bottom, and then on my pussy.”
“Holy shit!” you exclaim.
“It hurt quite a bit, actually,” she confesses. She falls silent for a minute or so, then she says, “Adolf asked me to leave you for him.”
You shiver. “And...?”
“I wouldn’t leave you,” says Charlotte. “If you ever feel like moving on to another girl, and want to give me to Adolf to be his plaything, that’s another matter. I must admit it would be quite exciting to surrender myself completely to Adolf’s control.”
“I’m not planning to move on to anyone else,” you assure her. “I love you.”
Charlotte smiles. “Thank you Sweetie,” she says. “I love you too.”
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Adolf pouts. “Fine,” he says. “But I’m damn well going to finger your girlfriend some more while we watch Trek. On your back, Charlotte.”
Charlotte obediently rolls over on to her back, and spreads her thighs wide apart. Over the course of one-and-a-half episodes of Star Trek, Adolf fingers Charlotte’s anus and vagina almost constantly. Then, clearly having recovered his stamina, he mounts her and fucks her missionary-style for fifteen minutes straight, during which she reaches her own orgasm before he reaches his. For the five minutes following his collapse on top of her, they kiss deeply and slurpily while his penis softens inside her.
Once the second episode has finished, Charlotte says, “Well, this was fun, but I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
Adolf climbs off Charlotte, and Charlotte climbs off the bed. “Goodnight Adolf,” she says, putting her arms around him and giving him another long, deep kiss. Then she turns to Colin. “Goodnight Colin.” She embraces him, too, and kisses him with a lot of tongue-wrestling. “Thank you both for a lovely evening.”
“Don’t mention it!” says Colin rather breathlessly.
Charlotte puts her thong in her bag, and the two of you leave Juniper Hall. On the way to the bus stop, she sighs happily and says, “Thank you for letting me be a slut. I’m having such a wonderful time!”
“You’re welcome!” you tell her with a chuckle.
Charlotte’s nudity turns heads all the way to the bus stop, and you feel very proud of how incredibly sexy she has become. Then the bus arrives and takes her away, and you return to your room. As you go to sleep, Charlotte fills your thoughts – you cannot wait to see her again.
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Rebecca blushes. “Yes, you’re right, of course,” she says. “Sorry.”
You are not really sure what she is apologising for, but she says nothing else to you. Five minutes later, Charlotte emerges from the Principal’s office, completely naked and looking quite pleased with herself. You get to your feet and pull her into a hug as Rebecca wordlessly heads into her father’s office.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
Rebecca nods, and looks a little sad. “Yes – that would be nice,” she says, half to herself.
“You don’t have a boyfriend?” you inquire in surprise.
Rebecca blushes, and shakes her head. “Not right now,” she says. “I did, for a while, but he was sort of mean to me. I was actually quite relieved when he dumped me.” Her eyes seem to be getting moist, and you sense that there is more to the story.
“Wow, Rebecca, I’m sorry to hear that,” you say. “You deserve better than that.”
She shrugs. “Well nobody’s lining up at my door,” she says. “I’m not sure how much better I can expect.”
“I can’t believe nobody’s interested in you,” you tell her. “Heck, if I were single, I’d ask you out in a heartbeat.”
“Really?” she says, wide-eyed.
“Absolutely,” you assure her. And now you begin to wonder what will happen to your relationship with Charlotte, if she is expelled while you remain at the university.
The same thought has apparently occurred to Rebecca, too. She says, rather carefully, “If Charlotte leaves, and you stay ... do you think you’ll stay together?”
“I don’t know,” you admit.
“If you don’t...” begins Rebecca.
“Why would you want to go out with me?” you inquire. “I just took the most uptight church girl you could imagine, turned her into the campus slut, and got her expelled!”
“Because that’s just such an exciting story!” exclaims Rebecca, coming over and sitting down next to you, her shyness forgotten. “It makes my life seem so dull and ordinary. I want to be more like Charlotte! Perhaps not to such an extreme degree, but...”
At this moment the door opens, and Charlotte, now completely naked, comes out of the Principal’s office. You jump to your feet, feeling (and possibly looking) a little guilty. As Rebecca stands up too, Charlotte looks her up and down, then she turns to you with one eyebrow raised. “Is this my replacement?” she inquires.
You look at Rebecca, who is staring at Charlotte with a look of awe. Then you look back at Charlotte, and say,
“Of course not! We were just talking. Rebecca’s a bit of a fan of ours.”
“Well, that’s jumping the gun a bit – Rebecca and I only just met!”
Charlotte shivers, and nods. “Yes, that seems fitting,” she says. “All right, I’ll do it. And I’ll rent a flat – something cheap and dirty. Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She smiles happily. “I was hoping you might,” she says, “but I didn’t want to assume. Do I get to meet your family at some point?”
“Yes of course – as soon as this semester finishes,” you say. “I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll dress a bit less scandalously for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“So ... nothing at all?” inquires Charlotte. “Or just a thong?”
“A thong,” you decide. “But you must casually take it off in front of all of them.”
Charlotte smiles. “I think I can do that,” she says.
You sigh happily. “That’s my girl. I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies.
THE END
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Charlotte shudders. “Wow,” she says. Then she nods. “I suppose that’s a fitting profession for me. Very well – I shall become a prostitute. And not just any prostitute – I’ll be the kinkiest, most prolific prostitute in the city. And I’ll rent a flat – something filthy and nasty, overrun with cockroaches.” She pauses, and looks a little sad. “Will you visit me there?”
“Visit you?” you say. “Charlotte, I’ll live there with you!”
She sighs with relief. “Really? So you’ll still want to be with me? I was afraid this might be goodbye.” She smiles happily. “Do I get to meet your family at some point? I’d totally understand if you didn’t want...”
“Absolutely!” you tell her firmly. “As soon as this semester finishes. I can’t wait for them to see how lucky I am.”
“Naturally I’ll be on my best behaviour for the occasion,” says Charlotte.
“Don’t you dare,” you tell her with a grin. “I want you to shock them! They could do with a good shock.”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “So you think I should fuck your dad?”
“Yup!” you agree. “Preferably in front of my mum, if you can manage it. And then have a threesome with my brother and sister. Get them to have sex with each other, if you can.”
“Kinky!” says Charlotte. “Either I’ll be a big hit, or I’ll get banned from your house forever. Either way, it’ll be a fun adventure!”
“That it will,” you agree. Then you sigh happily. “I love you Charlotte.”
“I love you too,” she replies, and she bends over so that you can fuck her anus.
THE END
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“Oh!” says Charlotte. “Sorry – I suppose I’m feeling a little insecure, what with getting expelled and everything.”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” says Rebecca, getting to her feet. “Nice to meet you both!” She heads into her father’s office as you get to your feet and pull Charlotte into a hug.
“Well, you can stay,” says Charlotte. “The professor and I came to an agreement.”
You smile at her. “Did it involve an exchange of bodily fluids?” you inquire.
“Naturally,” she replies. “He gave me a nice arse-fucking.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” you ask her.
“Well, for starters I’m going to leave home,” says Charlotte. “I was only staying in that horrid, toxic environment so that my tuition funding wouldn’t dry up. But now that’s not an issue. So, as of now, I’m in need of a job and a new home. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“But ... that’s what you’re thinking, right?” says Charlotte. “Both of you! I can see it in your faces!”
You glance at Rebecca, who is looking at you with a hopeful expression. “Rebecca’s very sweet,” you say, “and if you and I split up as a result of this expulsion thing, I would love to ask her out and see how that goes. But I’m not assuming anything...”
Charlotte purses her lips. “Well, I’ll make it easy for you. I persuaded the professor to let you stay, and since I plan on leaving home, I figure I’ll have to go out and get a job and find somewhere to live now. So I’ll be out there, and you’ll be here, and you’ll be bored all day with nobody to persuade into increasingly lewd sexual acts. Therefore, I think you and I should call it quits. Have fun with Rebecca – get those mammoth mammaries out in the open – and have a nice life.”
“Charlotte!” you exclaim, feeling a little hurt. “I don’t want it to end like this!”
“Hey, stop it!” says Rebecca, looking distressed. “I don’t want to come between you two. I love what the two of you have – I don’t want it to end on my account. I just want to ... to experience some of it for myself.”
Charlotte’s expression turns thoughtful. “Hmm,” she says. Suddenly, she grabs Rebecca’s shoulders, and pulls the shorter girl into a kiss. Rebecca utters a muffled squeal, but then she throws her arms around Charlotte’s neck and responds to the kiss enthusiastically. It is almost a minute before they break apart.
“I suppose I am willing to share you with this girl,” Charlotte says to you. “So the question is, do you want to try to make this work as a threesome? Or would you rather focus just on Rebecca from now on? Be honest – I actually don’t mind the idea of going out into the world naked and alone. It seems like an appropriate conclusion to our story.”
With barely a moment’s hesitation, you reply, “Charlotte, I want...
You and only you.”
To see if a three-way relationship can work ... if Rebecca is willing to try it.”
To make a fresh start with Rebecca.”
Rebecca’s face falls, while Charlotte’s lights up. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she says. “Sorry Rebecca.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Rebecca, a little glumly. “I had no right to stir things up between you. I truly wish you both every happiness.” Then, with a slightly disappointed smile, she heads into her father’s office.
Charlotte sighs with relief. “You had me worried there!” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “It took the thought of losing you to make me realise how devastated I would be if that happened.”
Charlotte smiles and kisses you. “So, what happens now?” she inquires. “I need a job and a place to live. I have some savings that I can put towards a flat, but they won’t last long.”
You think for a moment, then say, “I think you should...
Take that stripping job at The Kitty Bar.”
Start working as a prostitute.”
“Well all right then,” says Charlotte with a smirk. “How about it, Rebecca?”
“I’m in!” says Rebecca, her lips quivering with excitement. “Oh my gosh!”
“The two of you don’t share any lectures,” says Charlotte, “but I suppose, during your lunch hours, you may do with each other as you please. Are you on the pill, Rebecca?”
“No,” says Rebecca, her cheeks reddening. “But I’ll fix that right away.”
“Are you a virgin?” you ask curiously.
“No,” says Rebecca, reddening even more. “But my boyfriend always used a condom.”
“So you’ve never had a vagina full of sperm?” says Charlotte. “Well never mind – you will soon. Now, about that awful outfit. Take off your jumper and jeans. You won’t be needing them any more.”
Rebecca gasps. “Here? Now?” she asks anxiously.
“Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to get naked,” says Charlotte. “But if you want to be our lover, you can’t expect to stay dressed like that, surely?”
“I suppose not,” says Rebecca, biting her lip. She hesitates for a moment, then she pulls her jumper up over her head. As she sets it down on a chair, you admire the way her large breasts strain against her white t-shirt. You can faintly make out the outline of a capacious bra through the thin cotton.
Then Rebecca unfastens and unzips her jeans, and begins tugging them down to reveal a pair of pink panties. She kicks her shoes off, lifts her legs out of her jeans one at a time, and then sets the jeans on top of her jumper. She turns to you and Charlotte, looking excited.
“Hmm, what do you think, Sweetie?” asks Charlotte. “Socks too?”
“Totally,” you agree. “And the bra.”
Rebecca slips off both socks without hesitation, but she looks a little worried as she reaches up the back of her t-shirt to unclasp her bra. “My breasts are a little big to go unsupported, don’t you think?” she says.
You regard her chest as she tugs her bra out of her sleeve. Her breasts are making her t-shirt bulge out slightly lower than before, but the effect is still dramatic and arousing. “Nope, that looks fantastic!” you enthuse.
“Good job Sweetie,” says Charlotte to Rebecca. “That’s your new outfit from now on.”
Rebecca glances nervously at the door of her father’s office. “But ... I need to go in and see my dad!”
Charlotte stares at her. “Professor Daniels is your dad?” she inquires. “Oh my goodness! That’s perfect. Well, if he gives you a hard time about your outfit, just threaten to tell your mum that he had sex with the sluttiest student on campus.”
Rebecca gasps. “You had sex with my dad?”
“Anal sex,” Charlotte clarifies. “But yes. Is that a problem?”
Rebecca looks rather stunned, but eventually she shakes her head. “I’ll get over it,” she says. “All part of my wild new lifestyle, I suppose.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte. She turns to you and says, “You should get to your lab. Shall we all meet up for dinner at your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree. “Rebecca, perhaps you and I could ride there together on the bus? You can meet me outside the Geography building at five o’clock.”
“Sure!” says Rebecca. Then she bites her lip. “Do I really have to go to lectures like this?”
“No, of course not,” says Charlotte. “You can back out of this relationship at any time. But if you want to share our adventures, then this is the price.”
Rebecca nods. “I’ll do it,” she says. “I’m not going to back out.”
“Good girl,” says Charlotte.
“It occurs to me,” you remark, “that we’ve entered into this whole new three-way relationship, and the two of you have kissed each other ... but as yet, I haven’t kissed or even touched Rebecca!”
“Oh!” says Rebecca excitedly. “Yes. Can we, um, do that now?”
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “This being a somewhat unconventional relationship, I think your first contact should be something more extreme than a standard hug or kiss.”
Rebecca shivers. “What do you have in mind?” she asks.
You smile. “Yes,” you say. “Rebecca, drop your panties and bend over that chair. Our first touch is going to be my cock entering your...
Vagina.”
Anus.”
“I see,” says Charlotte, nodding. Her eyes begin to well up with tears, but she blinks them back and purses her lips. “So it’s over between us. Very well. Perhaps you would indulge me by giving me one final instruction before we part?”
“Sure!” you say. “What kind of instruction?”
“Tell me what I should do now,” replies Charlotte. “Where should I live? What job should I get?”
You look at her, startled. She seems serious, so you think for a moment, then say, “Charlotte, I want you to...
Become Adolf’s sex slave.”
Take that stripping job.”
Become a prostitute.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “But I’m ... I’m not on the pill yet,” she says.
“Then this may be risky,” you tell her. “Are you willing to take that risk?”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s vulva. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work the Vaseline around her labia and vaginal opening.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s vagina. It slides in smoothly, and Rebecca gasps. “Oh God!” she whispers.
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her vagina, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
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Rebecca’s eyes widen. She swallows nervously. “I’ve never had anal sex before,” she says.
“Good!” you say. “I’m glad I can at least take your anal virginity.”
Rebecca hesitates, then she takes a deep breath, and pulls her panties down. Stepping out of them as she turns around, she bends over the chair and spreads her feet apart.
“Charlotte,” you say, “would you mind lubing her up for me?”
Charlotte chuckles. “Sure,” she replies. She fetches her Vaseline from her bag, scoops out a small amount, and slaps it against Rebecca’s exposed anus. Rebecca squeals, but then she starts breathing heavily as Charlotte’s fingers sensuously work generous quantities of Vaseline around her anal sphincter.
Then Charlotte removes her hand, and, having freed your erection from your jeans, you advance and press it against Rebecca’s anus. Rebecca winces as the tight ring of muscle begins to expand and open up. “Try to relax it,” Charlotte says. “Even strain a little, like you’re beginning to do a poo. Don’t, obviously, go too far with that though!”
Rebecca exhales heavily, and the head of your penis begins to slide in more easily. Once it is through her anus, the rest of your shaft sinks deep into her rectum, until your hips come to rest against her buttocks. Rebecca gasps. “Oh God, this feels so weird!” she whispers. “Nice though...”
You begin to fuck her, gently at first, then slowly gathering speed. “Charlotte, help her out of her t-shirt,” you say. “I want to see those breasts swinging free.”
Rebecca whimpers anxiously as she loses her last remaining item of clothing, but as you continue to thrust your penis in and out of her, she begins to utter staccato moans of pleasure. You reach beneath her chest with your right hand, and start to squeeze and massage as much of her right breast as you can fit in your hand. She truly is spectacularly well-endowed.
It is very exciting to be having sex with a woman other than Charlotte, and it does not take you long to reach your orgasm. With a groan, you pump Rebecca’s rectum full of your semen, and then you smile contentedly as you resume fucking her at a slow and gentle pace for half a minute or so. Finally coming to a halt, you withdraw your wilting erection from her anus, and tuck it back inside your jeans and boxers.
Rebecca stands up straight and turns around, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She is not slim, but her proportions are excellent, with a surprisingly narrow waist and generous curves in all the right places. Charlotte quietly applauds, with an amused smile on her lips. “Very nice,” she says. “Breasts way too big, of course, but some men seem to like that sort of thing. We do need to work on your hair and make-up though.”
Rebecca smiles, her eyes shining. “I’m in your hands,” she says. “Do what you like with me.”
You grin. “It looks like this could be the beginning of a beautiful new relationship,” you say.
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Charlotte smirks. “That should be fun,” she says. “You realise of course that we’ll still get to see each other...”
You nod. “And, possibly, still have sex occasionally.” You turn to Rebecca. “How would you feel about that?”
Rebecca thinks for a moment, then nods. “Surprisingly, I’m okay with that. It’ll help me feel less guilty about breaking you up. And I’m sort of expecting that I’ll be having sex with lots of other men pretty soon, so I suppose it’s only fair...”
Charlotte smiles. “Would you lube up his cock and guide it into my vagina?” she asks.
Rebecca blushes. “Um,” she says, “yes, I believe I’d be happy to do that.”
“Cool!” you say happily. “I’m starting to anticipate all kinds of orgies with the two of you and a bunch of men.”
“Sounds like fun,” says Charlotte. “But that, of course, will be entirely up to Adolf, my new master.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you both this evening.” She kisses you on the lips. “Bye Sweetie.”
“Bye,” you say as she walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte nods. “That seems appropriate,” she says. “I’ll call Dickie Brewer right away. And where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and sleazy,” you say. “A run-down flat in a crime-ridden neighbourhood.”
“Okay,” says Charlotte. “You’re hoping I’ll get raped, perhaps?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Is that possible?”
Charlotte smirks. “I suppose not. Anyone can fuck me.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “That’s so wonderfully ... slutty!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe I’ll see you at the club sometime.”
“It’s very possible,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “I’ll give you both a very naughty lap-dance.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Charlotte shivers. “Wow,” she says. “Well I’m not sure how best to go about that, exactly, but I can find out ... and I suppose it’s a fitting career for me. So, where should I live?”
You tap your chin thoughtfully. “Somewhere cheap and disgusting,” you say. “A cockroach-infested flat in the city’s worst neighbourhood.”
“Ugh,” says Charlotte, shuddering. “That sounds perfect. I’ll do my best to find such a place.”
“Wow,” gasps Rebecca. “You’re so brave, Charlotte!”
Charlotte chuckles. “In a couple of months, my dear,” she remarks, “this could be you.” She picks up her bag. “Well, I suppose I’d better get going. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime in my roach-infested flat. Both of you would be welcome.”
“Thank you – I’m sure we’ll take you up on that,” you say.
She winks at Rebecca. “And the sex will be free, of course.” Then she kisses you goodbye, and walks off, completely naked.
“Well!” you say to Rebecca. “I guess you’re my girlfriend now, but we haven’t even kissed yet!”
Rebecca smiles. “Go on, then,” she says.
You step toward her, but then you stop. “Wait, though,” you say. “This is way too conventional. Our first kiss should be more ... adventurous!”
Rebecca giggles. “I agree!” she says. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, you say, “I think we should...
Have anal sex before we kiss.”
Have our first kiss in front of your dad.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “We’ll meet up after lectures, take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex...
In my room.”
In my friend Colin’s room, while Colin and my other friend Adolf watch.”
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Oh my gosh!” she says. “Dad’ll freak! He’ll expel you for sure!”
“Hmm,” you say, thinking quickly. “Not if we play it right...” You describe your plan to her in detail, as she giggles and nods excitedly. Then, having added each other as phone contacts, you arrange to meet up after this afternoon’s lectures, and discuss plans for this evening.
Taking a deep breath, Rebecca heads into her father’s office. You wait for another two minutes, then you knock on the door. You hear some words exchanged inside, and then the professor’s voice calling, “Come in!”
You enter, saying, “Professor Daniels, I just wanted to thank you so much for letting me stay – I promise I’ll be ... oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you had company.”
“Oh my gosh, it’s you!” exclaims Rebecca, jumping out of a chair in excitement.
“You know this lad?” inquires the professor, frowning.
“Of course I do!” says Rebecca. “Well, by reputation anyway. He and his girlfriend Charlotte are total legends! The wildest couple on campus!”
“That’s not a good thing!” says her father sternly.
“Yes, well, actually Charlotte’s no longer my girlfriend,” you say with a sigh. “We just broke up.”
“You did?” says Rebecca, her eyes widening.
“Yes,” you say. “And the professor’s right. Charlotte and I got way too crazy – we were out of control. I need to be with someone normal, serious and conventional.”
“Someone like me?” says Rebecca brightly.
“What?” you and the professor say together.
“Sorry, but I’m a huge fan of yours, and I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you walked in,” says Rebecca, walking over to you. She throws her arms around your neck and plants her lips on yours.
“Rebecca!” exclaims the professor, shocked. “Stop that at once!”
The kiss is lovely; Rebecca’s lips are soft, warm, and moist, and as her tongue presses between your lips, you open your mouth and close your eyes. Her tongue swirls around yours, and you can feel her huge breasts squishing up against your chest.
“Rebecca, stop this at once!” cries the professor, outraged.
You pull back from the kiss, affecting a shocked expression. “God, wow ... sorry ... I think I should leave immediately,” you say.
“Please do!” thunders the professor. As you hurry out of the room and close the door, you hear him say, “Young lady, you’ve got some explaining to do!”
You chuckle to yourself. Rebecca should be safe enough from expulsion, if not from a stern paternal lecture. And this evening, after you and she have eaten dinner at your halls of residence, you plan to fuck her both vaginally and anally ... and then introduce her to Colin and Adolf, in as skimpy an outfit as you can persuade her to wear. She is aware of this plan, and is excited by it. She has even agreed that, if Adolf tries to take off her panties, she will let him.
You sigh happily. Today is the beginning of a whole new adventure...
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where she shyly undresses for you. Her naked body is surprisingly gorgeous – not slim like Charlotte’s, but curvaceous and beautifully proportioned, and her breasts, though enormous, hold up very well without a bra.
She bends over your bed and spreads her feet apart. You pull down your trousers and boxers, then you open up your jar of Vaseline and slather a ton of it on to your erect penis. Positioning yourself behind Rebecca, you press the tip of your cock against her anus. After some initial resistance, it slides in with relative ease, and soon you are buried in her rectum.
“God ... that feels good!” gasps Rebecca.
You begin to fuck her, and she utters little moans of pleasure as you rhythmically thrust your erection in and out. The sensation is intense, and it does not take you long to reach orgasm. You groan as you climax inside her, pumping your semen into her bowels.
Then you climb into bed together, share a tender first kiss, and cuddle for a while.
“We only just met, but I already feel so comfortable with you,” you tell Rebecca. “I feel like there’s no awkwardness at all. It certainly wasn’t like this with Charlotte at first.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “I feel the same way,” she says. “I think this was meant to be.”
You smile. “Want to come and meet my friends?”
“Adolf and Colin?” she asks. She shivers nervously. “Absolutely.”
“Would you be willing to go and meet them wearing only a t-shirt and panties?” you inquire.
Rebecca hesitates only for a moment. “Yes,” she says. “Do you think Adolf will feel me up, though?”
“He might try,” you acknowledge. “If he does, do you want me to stop him?”
Rebecca shivers. “No, that’s okay,” she says. “And I won’t stop him, either. And if he tries to take off my t-shirt and panties, I’ll let him do that too.”
You kiss her. “Good girl,” you say. “I’m so glad we found each other – I think this could be the beginning of an amazing relationship.”
Rebecca sighs happily. “Me too.”
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“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
You take Rebecca up to your room, where you fetch your Vaseline while she glances around at the posters on your walls. Then, to your surprise, Rebecca says, “I think I’m a little overdressed to meet your friends.”
“True,” you agree, “and I love that you think so. But you’ll be stripping naked in front of them, so does it matter?”
“I think so,” says Rebecca. “First impressions matter. Colin and Adolf are used to seeing you with Charlotte. I don’t want their first impression of me to be ‘What a frump!’“
“Fair enough,” you say. “Well, feel free to discard as much of your clothing as you like.”
Rebecca smiles shyly as she kicks off her shoes, then unzips her jeans and begins to pull them down. Her panties are pink and made of cotton. She removes her socks as well as her jeans, and then she hoists her jumper and t-shirt up over her head together.
Standing in front of you in just her bra and panties, she bites her lip anxiously. “What do you think?” she asks.
“Beautiful!” you say, and you mean it. She is not slim like Charlotte, but her generous curves are very nicely proportioned, and her waist is surprisingly slender. Also, her breasts are huge. “What cup size is that bra, anyway?” you inquire in great curiosity.
“G,” says Rebecca, looking a little embarrassed. “Do you like them? I realise I’m quite a different shape from Charlotte.”
“Your breasts are amazing!” you assure her. “Wow. I love your body!”
She smiles with relief. “Thank you,” she says. “They hold up pretty well too, you know, without a bra.”
“I’ll need a demonstration of that,” you tell her.
She laughs. “All right,” she says. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and takes it off her shoulders. As she pulls the cups away from her breasts, she says, “Ta-daa!”
“Wow, you were right!” you say appreciatively. “Fantastic! Now come on – I can’t wait to show you off to Adolf and Colin!” She begins to put her bra back on, but you shake your head. “Leave the bra here – you look amazing in just your panties.”
Rebecca reluctantly drops the bra, and follows you out of your room. You knock on Colin’s door, walk in, and say, “Hi chaps.”
As Rebecca nervously walks into the room, Adolf and Colin stare at her. “Whoa!” says Adolf. “Look at the tits on that!”
“Who’s this?” Colin asks you, looking puzzled. “Where’s Charlotte?”
“Charlotte got expelled, and we’re no longer together,” you say. “This is my new girlfriend, Rebecca.”
“Hi,” says Rebecca shyly.
“How the fuck do you manage it, dude?” inquires Adolf. “You’re like a sex god or something.”
“Rebecca and I haven’t had sex yet,” you say. “We thought the two of you might like to watch our first time.”
“Totally!” says Adolf, grinning eagerly. He gets up and walks over to Rebecca, whose eyes widen at his approach. Then she gasps as he grabs her breasts with his hands – something you have not even done yourself yet. “Nice!” he says. Then he reaches down and slips his hand down inside the front of her panties, making her squeal.
“Adolf,” you say in amusement, “I can’t believe you’re fingering my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her.”
Adolf detaches his lips from Rebecca’s right nipple long enough to say, “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man?” He starts pulling Rebecca’s panties down with his left hand, while thrusting two fingers of his right hand in and out of her vagina.
“Adolf, you’re incorrigible!” you chuckle.
“Here, love, lie down on Colin’s bed, there’s a good girl,” says Adolf.
Rebecca gives you a rather anxious, questioning look, but you nod reassuringly, so she steps out of her panties, walks over to the bed, and lies down on her back.
Adolf takes hold of her ankles and lifts them up. “Bend your knees,” he says. When she does so, he pushes her knees up against her breasts, and outwards, spreading her thighs wide apart. “You don’t mind if I warm her up for you, do you mate?” he asks, before planting his face in Rebecca’s pussy and sticking his tongue into her vagina. Rebecca arches her back and moans softly.
You sit down and watch Adolf with a mixture of indignation and arousal. You are prepared to intervene if Adolf’s attentions become too much for Rebecca, but it looks like she is starting to enjoy herself, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.
Once he sees that Rebecca is getting aroused, Adolf kneels up, unzips his jeans, and pulls them down to his knees along with his boxer shorts.
“Hey!” you say as he dredges up and splits into his hand a large quantity of phlegmy saliva, which he rubs all over his erection. “You can’t fuck her before I do!”
“Fine,” says Adolf, rolling his eyes. “I’ll just rub my cock against her pussy for a bit.” He pushes the head of his penis between her labia and begins to rub it up and down, from her clitoris to the opening of her vagina. Rebecca watches this in wide-eyed fascination. Then Adolf pauses, with the head of his cock resting against her vaginal opening. With his eyes gleaming, he starts to push it inside.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“Sorry,” says Adolf, with a mischievous grin, and he slides his penis all the way inside Rebecca.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Oh no!” cries Rebecca. “I’m not on the pill yet, you know!”
“Really? Awesome!” says Adolf, as he lies down on top of her and starts fucking her rapidly. “I’m going to get you pregnant ... um, what’s your name again?”
“Rebecca!” says Rebecca breathlessly. “Can you at least pull out before you come inside me please?”
“Too late!” groans Adolf, shuddering as he presses his penis as deep inside her as possible. “Ohhh ... there it goes ... swim, my little sperms!”
“All right, you horrid little man,” you say, getting to your feet. “Out of the way, please. Time for me to take Rebecca’s anal virginity.”
“Okay but just a minute,” says Adolf. He plants his lips against Rebecca’s, sticking his tongue into her mouth as he massages her breasts with his hands and resumes thrusting gently inside her. You are not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed that Rebecca is responding to the kiss with some enthusiasm.
You grab Adolf’s shoulder and pull him off Rebecca; his penis pops out of her vagina, which starts to leak his semen. Rebecca turns over and gets on to her hands and knees, and you get into position behind her, unzipping and pulling down your jeans. Lubricating her anus and your penis with Vaseline, you press the head of your cock against her tight orifice, and begin to push it slowly inside. Soon you are buried up to the hilt in her rectum. You start to thrust inside her as she moans with pleasure.
Five minutes later, you climax inside her, your vision clouding as you pump your semen into her bowels. “Oh God!” you gasp.
“She’s a great fuck, isn’t she mate?” says Adolf cheerfully.
You sigh happily as you lay your head down on Rebecca’s shoulders and reach beneath her to squeeze her ample breasts. “That she is, Adolf,” you murmur. “That she is.”
THE END
Return to last save point.
Rebecca’s eyes widen. “Before we even kiss? Wow – that’s wild! I’ve never had anal sex before. When do you want to do it?”
You are about to say “Right now” when you realise that Charlotte just walked off with the only lubricant in the immediate vicinity.
“This evening,” you decide. “We’ll meet up after lectures, take a bus back to halls, grab some dinner, then have anal sex in my room.”
“Okay!” says Rebecca. “I’ll see you later then.”
She heads into her father’s office, while you go to your lab, where you find yourself working alone. “Where’s Charlotte?” asks Neil.
“She got expelled,” you reply glumly.
“Bummer!” says Neil, dismayed. “I’m so sorry, mate!”
You sit alone in the day’s final lecture, too. Afterwards, you meet up with Rebecca and catch a bus back to halls. At dinner, several people ask you where Charlotte is. “She got expelled,” you tell them. “This is my new girlfriend Rebecca.”
None of them seems all that interested in Rebecca. ‘You just wait,’ you think to yourself with a secret smile.
As you walk with Rebecca towards Juniper Hall after your meal, you hear a very familiar voice hailing you.
“Hello, you two!” says Charlotte, trotting up the path behind you. “I’m just on my way up to see Adolf.” She is completely naked, and carrying her bag.
“Cool!” you say. “Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when you tell him you’re now his sex slave!”
Charlotte shrugs. “So come with me. You can introduce them to Rebecca.”
You chuckle. “Sounds like fun,” you say, “but Rebecca and I are about to initiate our relationship with some nice anal sex.”
“You can’t do that in Colin’s room?” inquires Charlotte. “You know how much fun it is to have an audience.”
“True,” you admit. “It would be a wonderfully kinky way to begin our relationship. What do you think, Rebecca?”
Rebecca shivers. “I’m not sure,” she says. “Is Adolf likely to try and grope me?”
Charlotte laughs. “You should be safe enough in that outfit,” she says. “I suspect his focus will be mainly on me.”
You enter Juniper Hall and head for the lift. “I suppose I must look like a frightful frump to you two,” says Rebecca. “I don’t want to be, though – it’s just that I’ve been very self-conscious about my breasts ever since they started getting bigger than those of any other of the other girls in my class. And my last boyfriend was no help – he used to tease me about them all the time.”
“Well then,” you say, “let’s stop in my room for a few minutes and see if we can figure out a better outfit for you.”
“I’ll be happy to help,” says Charlotte.
Once in your room, Rebecca looks around at your posters. “You like volcanoes,” she observes.
“Yup,” you say.
“Remember when we used to talk about geology?” says Charlotte, sounding almost wistful.
You nod, smiling. “Seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it?”
Rebecca has just kicked off her shoes and is now unzipping her jeans. As you watch with wide eyes, she pulls them down and steps out of them. Her panties are pink and made of cotton.
“Nice!” you approve.
Next she takes off her jumper, beneath which she is wearing a white t-shirt. It is quite tight around the chest, thanks to her large breasts, and you can faintly make out the outline of a bra beneath.
“T-shirt and panties – not a bad outfit,” says Charlotte. “You’ll have to lose the bra of course – and the socks.”
“I think I can manage that,” says Rebecca. She reaches up inside the back of her t-shirt, unclasps her bra, pulls the strap out of one sleeve and extracts her arm, and finally pulls the bra out of her other sleeve. Then she takes off both socks.
“Better,” says Charlotte. “But oh! I have something that might be better still...” She opens up her bag and pulls out a lacy top. “This was part of this morning’s ‘get past Mum and Dad’ outfit,” she says. “I have a feeling you’ll look pretty spectacular in it. Try it on instead of your t-shirt.”
“I’m not sure it’ll fit,” says Rebecca with a nervous little laugh.
“It’s stretchy,” says Charlotte. “Indulge me?”
Rebecca bites her lip, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Those are some impressive breasts,” says Charlotte, raising an eyebrow. “I’d have expected them to be more ... saggy.”
Rebecca smiles shyly. “I am actually quite proud of how well they hold up without a bra.”
“You should be!” you say, staring in awe. Her breasts are amazing – huge, but with pretty, perfectly round, modest-sized areolas. Her nipples are standing to attention and seem to be calling to your lips.
“Perhaps you should just go into Colin’s room like that,” says Charlotte with a smirk. Then she adds, a little ruefully, “He and Adolf probably won’t even notice me.”
Rebecca laughs. “Thank you,” she says, taking the top from Charlotte, “but I doubt that very much! You’re way prettier than I am, Charlotte, and your body’s a work of art.”
Charlotte grins. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says.
Rebecca manages to get Charlotte’s top on; it stretches a lot and becomes more see-through as she tugs it down over her breasts.
“Hmm,” says Charlotte. “It’s kind of squishing you. I think you look better without the top, to be honest.”
“Me too,” you agree.
“You want me to go in there topless?” asks Rebecca nervously.
“Excellent idea!” you say.
Rebecca chuckles as she takes off the top. “Well gosh,” she says, tossing it aside and then tucking her thumbs into the sides of her panties. “Maybe I should just be naked like Charlotte.” She pulls her panties down, and steps out of them.
“Awesome!” you say in delight, staring at her pussy.
Rebecca giggles. “Now let’s hurry up and go, before I change my mind.”
“My goodness, Rebecca,” says Charlotte, putting her arm around Rebecca’s shoulders. “You’re very brave – it took me months to get to the point of wandering around naked!”
You leave your room and head to Colin’s, where you knock on the door and then enter. “Hi chaps,” you say.
As Charlotte and Rebecca enter the room, Adolf and Colin stare in astonishment. “You have TWO naked girlfriends now?” exclaims Colin in disbelief. “How do you do it, mate?”
“Just one, actually,” you say. “And that’s Rebecca here. Rebecca, meet Colin, and Adolf.”
“Hello,” says Rebecca shyly.
Adolf looks puzzled. “Charlotte isn’t your girlfriend anymore?” he inquires.
“We broke up,” says Charlotte, setting her bag down on the floor, “after I got expelled this morning. So now I’m your girlfriend, Adolf – or, to be more accurate, your sex slave.”
Adolf’s jaw drops. “For real?” he says.
Charlotte nods. “I’m yours, now, to do with as you please.”
“Holy shit!” says Adolf. He thinks quickly. “Okay, here’s your first instruction: go and fetch Gavin and Vinny, and anyone else who’s with them. There’s going to be a party in here!”
“Sure,” says Charlotte, and she walks out of the room.
Rebecca is looking a little scared. “Don’t worry,” you say to her gently. “If things get too intense for you, just say my name loudly and I’ll get you out of here immediately.”
Rebecca nods, and smiles. “So, are we going to have anal sex now?”
“Yes!” you say. “Absolutely. Oh, but I forgot the lube. Wait right here – I’ll fetch it from my room.”
“No need,” says Adolf, opening up Charlotte’s bag. He pulls out her little jar of Vaseline and opens it. Then he grins. “Lie down on the bed, Rebecca, and I’ll lube you up for your boyfriend.”
You chuckle. “Adolf, you’re incorrigible. I’ll do the lubing, thanks – I don’t want you molesting my new girlfriend before I’ve even kissed her!”
Adolf stares at you. “You haven’t kissed her yet? What’s wrong with you, man? Have you seen those sweet lips?”
“We thought it would be cool if we started off our physical relationship with anal sex,” you say.
“Aha!” says Adolf. “Then you shouldn’t touch her with your hands before you stick your cock up her arse, right? Which means you’ll need someone else to lube her up – i.e. me.”
“Flawless logic,” you remark grudgingly, “except she’s quite capable of applying the Vaseline herself.”
“Not if I hold on to this jar, she can’t,” says Adolf.
“Then I’ll fetch my own,” you say.
“Spoil-sport,” says Adolf, pouting. “Can’t I please lube her up for you?”
You laugh. “Well, I don’t know – Rebecca, would you mind if Adolf applies the lube?”
Rebecca blushes. “I think I can handle that,” she says. She gets on to the bed on her hands and knees.
“Excellent,” says Adolf, hurriedly taking off his shoes, jeans and boxer shorts. He climbs on to the bed behind Rebecca, clutching his erection in one hand and the Vaseline in the other.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” you ask. “You don’t need your cock out for this!”
“Just getting ready for the party,” says Adolf, grinning. He scoops out a large glob of Vaseline and presses it between Rebecca’s buttocks. Then he begins to rub it slowly up and down, coating her anus and the surrounding area, then working his way down over her vaginal opening to her labia and clitoris. Rebecca moans softly and arches her back a little in response.
Seeing that she is starting to enjoy herself, you take a seat and watch Adolf’s ministrations in amusement. He is certainly being thorough, and Rebecca seems to be appreciating it. When he slips two fingers into Rebecca’s vagina, she gasps, but does not object, and even sinks down on to her elbows, giving him easier access.
Then, without warning, Adolf presses the tip of his erection against Rebecca’s vaginal opening, and slides it all the way in. Rebecca gasps, and you leap to your feet. “Adolf!” you exclaim.
“I know, I know,” says Adolf. “And I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist!” He begins fucking Rebecca in earnest.
“I’m not on the pill!” says Rebecca urgently.
“Ooh, that makes it even more exciting!” says Adolf, fucking her even harder. Rebecca starts moaning in time to his thrusts, and you sit back down with a sigh of resignation.
Then, abruptly, Adolf pulls out. “Turn over,” he says to Rebecca. “I want to do you missionary-style.”
Rebecca looks over at you with a slightly worried expression, but you smile at her and gesture that you are okay with what is happening. Reassured, she rolls on to her back, and shivers as Adolf enters her again. As he fucks her, he kisses her on the lips; she reluctantly responds, and the two of them swap saliva for a minute or so. Then Adolf groans, arching his back and pressing his penis as deep as possible inside her while undoubtedly spewing gobs of semen up against her cervix.
“Can I have a go?” asks Colin, as Adolf collapses, panting, on top of Rebecca. You cannot help noticing that Colin is not addressing this question to Rebecca, or even to yourself, but to Adolf.
“Sure thing mate!” says Adolf, climbing off Rebecca.
“Good grief, chaps,” you say, “don’t forget she’s MY girlfriend!”
“Well yeah, but you let us fuck Charlotte whenever we wanted,” says Colin.
“True, but I had already fucked her myself, many times,” you point out. “I haven’t even kissed Rebecca yet!”
“Um ... so can I or can’t I?” inquires Colin, his thumbs in the sides of his shorts.
You chuckle, and shrug. “Fine by me,” you say, “as long as Rebecca wants you to. If she asks you to fuck her, then go ahead. Otherwise, nope.”
Colin turns to Rebecca, who is currently lying naked on his bed with her legs spread wide apart. She thinks for a few moments, then she bites her lip, and says bravely, “Fuck me, Colin.”
Colin gleefully pulls down his shorts and underpants together, then he climbs on top of Rebecca and sinks his chubby penis into her vagina.
While he is thrusting inside her, the door opens and in walks Charlotte with Gavin, Vinny, and several other lads. “Looks like the party’s started already!” exclaims Vinny, staring at Colin and Rebecca. “Rock and roll!”
“Uh-oh,” you murmur, thinking to yourself that it might now be a while before you get your anal fuck with Rebecca.
To her credit, though, no matter how many penises are thrust into her vagina and anus over the course of the next two hours, Rebecca never once calls out your name for rescue. Perhaps this is because she is watching Charlotte, who is perfectly comfortable and happy being repeatedly double- and even triple-teamed.
By the time the party winds down, Rebecca’s vagina and rectum are both awash in so much semen that you decide against taking a turn yourself. You lead her to your room and put her to bed; like Charlotte, she lives with her parents, but they are far less strict and she has no curfew.
The next morning she showers and cleans herself out, and then, back in your room, you finally fuck her anus. Afterwards you enjoy your first kiss with her, before taking her down to breakfast, for which she wears nothing but a pair of panties. She seems to be revelling in her new-found sexuality, and you are very happy that she is your new girlfriend.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, staring in delight at her exposed white panties and her sheer babydoll negligée, through which you can clearly see her breasts. “Holy shit that outfit’s amazing, Polly...” You note also that she is once again barefoot.
She giggles happily as she sits down next to you. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “It may well get me expelled today.”
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her negligée.
Reach between her legs and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her nightie, and you squeeze and fondle her braless breast, and gently tease her nipple, for the next few minutes. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your hand.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Okay, I’d better go and clean up,” says Polly. “Feast your eyes!”
As she turns away from you and makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that they are fully below the hem of her negligée. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down at the professor at the front of the room; he has stopped talking and is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she giggles as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You subtly ease the left strap of Polly’s negligée off her shoulder, and tug it down her arm until her breast is exposed. She starts into wakefulness, then turns and smiles at you. Without taking any measure to cover herself back up, she resumes taking notes, but she keeps an eye on the professor, and whenever he glances up toward her she casually brushes her hair from her face ... and in doing so effectively hides her breast from him behind her arm. Only as the lecture finishes does she finally pull her strap back up.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “I’d better get out of here before people start noticing the smell!” she whispers. “I’ll be right back.”
She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, an orange-sized lump of poo very obviously nestling in the back of her panties. She pauses by the door, looks back at you with a mischievous grin, and wiggles her bottom for you. The bulge in her panties swings back and forth, and you grin appreciatively at her. Then she hurries through the door. You look around the theatre; none of the students has noticed Polly’s departure, but the professor is looking at the door with a slight frown.
A few minutes later, Polly returns and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. This fully exposes her panties. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly giggles. “Hmm – all right!” she says. “I suppose I won’t be much more exposed than I am already!”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
The next time Owen comes over to check on your work, Polly engages him in conversation. On the pretext of being confused about part of the assignment, she shrugged her shoulders, and the left strap of her negligee falls off her shoulder and slides down her upper arm, coming to rest in the crook of her elbow. This drags down the left side of her negligée, fully exposing her breast. Pretending not to notice, Polly continues to talk at a gallop, while a wide-eyed Owen tries to interrupt and draw her attention to her wardrobe malfunction.
Eventually he says exasperatedly, “Polly!”
“Yes?” she responds innocently.
“Your boob’s out,” he says.
“Oh!” says Polly. She giggles as she tugs her strap back up. “Oops! Sorry – happens all the time.”
Owen rolls his eyes and proceeds to answer Polly’s question – rather unnecessarily, though, since she actually has a very good understanding of the assignment.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her mostly-exposed panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Incredible,” remarks Neil.
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “I should go and clean up,” says Polly apologetically. Her eyes are shining in excitement.
“Seems a shame,” says Neil. “Why not stay like that until Owen actually asks you to leave?”
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “All right!”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Polly!” he says. “Please go and clean up!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “I just wanted to finish this analysis.”
“You can finish when you get back,” says Owen. “Go!”
Polly heads for the door, her bulging panties swinging back and forth about ten inches below the hem of her negligée. Laughter from all around the room accompanies her, as students stand on stools and peer around corners to see her overloaded panties.
Five minutes later, Polly returns, and she giggles quietly as she rejoins you. “That was so much fun!” she says in a low voice.
“Everyone’s talking about you,” you inform her with a smirk.
“Good, I’m glad,” says Polly with a little shiver.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, her little nightie is about eight inches too short to cover her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her negligée up over her head and takes it off entirely, then she pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you free your erect penis, and begin to sink it...
Into her vagina.
Into her anus.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Now turn your bottom towards Neil and Roddy, and fill your panties with poo.”
Polly shivers, but nods. “Okay,” she says. Her face takes on a look of concentration as she begins to push out a large, thick turd. Her panties begin to tent outwards, then expand in all directions as they fill up with an outpouring of poo from her capacious rectum.
Neil and Roddy stare, open-mouthed, as the bulge in Polly’s panties swells to the size of a grapefruit. Then Polly stops pushing, and says, “I should probably save some for later.”
“Your audience seems impressed,” you remark. “Why don’t you wiggle your bum at them?”
Polly giggles, and does so. The look on Neil and Roddy’s face is priceless.
“All right, I think they’ve had enough of a show,” says Polly, standing up straight. “I’d better go and clean up.” As she walks sedately towards the door with her bag, her panties are sagging at least eight inches below the hem of her negligée.
Five minutes later she returns, and the rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s negligée quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties fully and blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar, since her tiny negligée hides none of it. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties very obvious as they sway back and forth beneath her skimpy negligée. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, free of bulge and odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s negligée is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her panties are fully revealed, and at the front, her negligée falls away from her chest to expose her unfettered breasts. These facts are not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are pausing to massage Polly’s bottom whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man slipping his hand inside the back of her panties while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him as he reaches between her thighs to cup her pussy. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over eight inches below the hem of her negligée. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where comments about Polly’s indecent outfit are relatively muted, having been replaced by mutterings about her panty-pooping habit.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh to her panties, and begin to stroke her pussy through the white material. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly smiles as she turns away from Neil and Roddy, arches her back, and begins to strain. Her panties start to tent outwards, and then they rapidly fill up and sag downward under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
“Holy shit, that’s incredible,” mutters Neil, his eyes riveted to the back of Polly’s panties. Roddy is staring too, but he seems lost for words.
Polly giggles. “That’s about enough for now, I think,” she says. “We should get back to our assignment.”
You and Polly get back to work, but it is not long before the smell of Polly’s poo causes other students in the lab to start complaining. Owen comes around the corner shortly thereafter. “Polly!” he says. “Go and clean up, for heaven’s sake!”
“But I’m in the middle of...” begins Polly.
“It’ll wait!” says Owen. “Just go!”
As Polly reluctantly heads to the toilet with her bag, you note that her bulging panties are sagging more than eight inches below the hem of her negligée. Looking around, you see that almost everybody in the lab is staring at the bulge.
Once Polly has left the room, everybody gets back to work, and you do the same. Five minutes later, Polly rejoins you, with not even a whiff of poo lingering about her.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging about eight inches below the hem of her negligée, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging several inches below the hem of her negligée, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Okay, I’d better go and clean up!” says Polly.
You reply,
“Actually, I think you should stay like that until the end of the lecture.”
“All right, but take your time leaving the room – I want to savour the view.”
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her negligée attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads felt up my bottom and boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.r
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She lifts her bottom off her chair and strains. After about twenty seconds, she says, “All right, I’m done.”
“Awesome!” you say. “Now let’s walk out of here, arm in arm, like nothing whatever is out of the ordinary.
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
The two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Okay, sounds good!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks shocked at the sight of Polly’s negligée, and at first she does not want to let you in, but when you politely ask to speak to the manager, she abruptly changes her mind. She takes you to a table where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you tell Polly that you would love to see her...
Riding the bull.
Filling her panties with poo.
Filling her panties with poo while riding the bull.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining about it. Polly, having now acquired something of a reputation, is quickly identified as the culprit.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly, turning crimson. “I just didn’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but I think we’d all appreciate it if you left the room right away.”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering angrily to each other, and a couple of them suggest to the professor that Polly should be banned from future lectures.
“Polly can’t help it!” you exclaim, leaping to Polly’s defence. “She has weak bowel control!”
“I don’t think a ban is necessary,” says the professor. “Now let’s continue, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “All right,” she says.
She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, her negligée way too short to cover any of the grapefruit-sized bulge in her panties. You are very happy to see that she is not hurrying.
The professor, astonished, stops talking and simply stares at Polly as she reaches the aisle. Many of the students turn to see what he is looking at, and several gasps and exclamations erupt before Polly disappears through the door.
“Now now, let’s not judge the poor girl,” says the professor, no doubt in response to some unkind comment. “Perhaps she has a medical condition. Let’s just proceed with the lecture, shall we?”
Polly returns a few minutes later, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Did anyone see me?” she asks.
“Almost everyone, I think,” you reply with a smirk.
Polly blushes, but she quietly says, “Good.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shudders, but nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her highly visible breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
Polly giggles. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and skips happily over to the bull. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes the entirety of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then the bucking begins in earnest, and Polly is soon thrown off. She returns to your table, giggling. “That was fun!” she says. “I do love any excuse to show off my panties.”
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly smiles and nods. “Okay,” she agrees. She plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Mmmm, this feels good,” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her bulging panties sagging about eight inches below the hem of her negligée. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, and notice a waitress and two diners staring aghast at Polly as she disappears into the ladies’.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down. You wonder whether the waitress will come over and say something, but fortunately she does not.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles in delight. “Oh my gosh – yes!” she says. “But I suspect it might get me kicked out of here – do you think we could eat first?”
“Oh – good idea,” you agree.
The food arrives, and you both eat with uncharacteristic haste, looking forward to Polly’s imminent adventure on the mechanical bull.
After she finishes her dessert, Polly gets up and skips happily over to the bull. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes the entirety of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then you notice a lump in the back of Polly’s panties. As it sways from side to side with the motion of the bull, it quickly swells to the size of a grapefruit. Then the bull stops, as its operator stares in shock at Polly’s bulging panties. Polly looks over at him and motions for him to continue ... and the man grins suddenly and nods. The bull adopts a gentle, side-to-side rocking motion, and Polly’s panty-bulge bounces back and forth as she starts to push out some more poo.
The bulge grows to melon-sized, and the operator sets the bull rocking forward and backward. Polly’s bottom begins to bounce up and down, and the huge round lump in her panties squishes slightly each time it slaps against the saddle. Then the bull abruptly tips forwards, and Polly’s torso is thrown flat against its back. The bull starts shaking laterally, and Polly’s panty-bulge begins to oscillate like a metronome, rebounding off each of her buttocks in turn.
You look around the room. Every diner is staring in astonishment at Polly. Then a waitress hurries over to the bull. “Switch that off!” she snaps at the operator. Then she says to Polly, “I’m sorry, Miss, but you’ll have to leave.”
“Of course!” says Polly. “I totally understand, and I do apologise for my accident. I hope I didn’t make a mess of the bull.”
You hastily pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking like this,” says Polly. “Shall we just go back to your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, but Polly’s negligée soon attracts quite a lot of negative attention. You hear words like “shameless” and “slut” being levelled at Polly.
Fortunately, Polly seems quite untroubled by these comments, and since nobody in authority comes to give her a hard time, the two of you agree on a choice of film. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her nightie and play with her breast.
Slide your hand between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, she almost instantly attracts a small crowd of young men who try to elbow you into the background as they compliment her and offer her drinks. She politely declines and, taking your hand, she leads you over to the bar. After buying her a drink, you start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her exposed panties, right in the middle of the dance floor. Polly does not seem to mind a bit. Your arousal growing, you...
Ask her to get up on a platform and put on a show.
Pull the strap of her dress off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
Polly seems quite happy for you to caress her breast. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip the strap of her negligée off her shoulder, exposing her left breast, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too. A little later, when you attempt to remove her negligée completely, she raises her arms to help, and soon she is wearing nothing but her panties.
After playing with her breasts some more, you turn your attention to her panties, and as you begin to tug them down, you are delighted when she lifts her bottom off her seat in order to help you. You pull her panties down her legs and off her feet, leaving her completely naked.
Polly turns and grins at you in the near-darkness, then she reaches across, unzips your jeans, and takes out your erection. Bending over your lap, she takes your penis into her mouth, and sucks on it until it is slick with her saliva. Then she gets up, steps in front of you, and lowers herself on to your erection, which slides smoothly into her moist vagina.
You sigh happily as she begins to bounce up and down, your penis thrusting in and out of her with no effort on your part. Over the course of the next few minutes, your arousal builds slowly, and you close your eyes, savouring the sensation of Polly’s soft inner flesh massaging the rigid shaft and engorged head of your cock.
At last you shudder and groan with pleasure as your hands tightly grip Polly’s hips and your semen spurts upward, deep inside her vagina. Polly stops bouncing, but you remain inside her for the rest of the movie. As the credits roll at the end of the film, she finally climbs off you and puts her negligée and panties back on.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging ten inches or so beneath the hem of her negligée.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say, and she giggles.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right,” she says.
She climbs up on to a platform and begins dancing in full view of several dozen – perhaps even a hundred or more – clubgoers. She looks a little nervous at first, but soon warms up in response to the vocal appreciation of several nearby young men, including yourself, who are enjoying the sight of her constantly-exposed panties and bouncing, poorly-concealed breasts.
Polly grabs the hem of her negligée and hikes it up well above the waistband of her panties, swishing it around her midriff as she twerks and gyrates and wiggles with more enthusiasm than proficiency.
When she finally climbs down from the platform, she has a lot of admirers all wanting to dance with her. Enjoying the attention, she bends over and twerks in front of a young lad who grabs her hips and starts grinding his crotch against her panty-clad bottom. At this point Polly catches your eye and grins a little sheepishly. Then she stands up and trots over to you.
“Sorry!” she says loudly. “I wasn’t sure how much you wanted me to let these guys do to me.”
You smile and reply, “No problem...
But I think I’d rather see you get back on that platform and do a big poo.”
Go ahead and flirt – I want to see other men doing naughty things to you.”
As you pull the strap of her negligée off her shoulder and expose her left breast, Polly giggles. “You’ll get us kicked out!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“It’ll be worth it!” you yell back.
Several men nearby, who have been staring at Polly since her arrival, start cheering and clapping as they ogle her naked breast. Polly, grinning, turns toward them and cups her breast with her hand, massaging it while keeping her nipple mostly uncovered. Then, encouraged by the enthusiastic response to this, she shrugs off the other strap of her negligée, exposing her right breast too. As she dances, playing with both breasts, her negligée falls to the floor around her feet.
As Polly, flushed with excitement, dances in front of you in nothing but her panties, her fans cheer and wolf-whistle loudly. Some nearby women, however, look quite annoyed and begin hurling insults and complaints. It is not long before a bouncer is attracted by the commotion. He comes over to Polly and sternly shouts, “Get your clothes on or get out!”
Polly hastily pulls on her negligée. The bouncer, seeing that she is hardly any more covered than before, looks a little startled, but then he shrugs and goes on his way.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Umm ... okay,” replies Polly with a nervous giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as a lump appears in her white panties. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than ten inches below her negligée.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
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“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, but she remains in position and does not attempt to pull them up again. Encouraged, you reach between her legs and begin stroking her bare pussy with your fingers. Then, working your middle finger into her vagina, you begin to finger-fuck her while she closes her eyes and begins to moan softly.
Two minutes later, her arousal is clearly growing, and she begins to utter soft moans of pleasure. You increase the pace of your thrusting, and gradually bring her toward her climax. Eventually, her knees buckle as she squeals into her arm, her body shuddering in orgasm.
“Oh that was nice,” she murmurs.
“You’re welcome,” you say with a smile.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both grinning as Polly pulls her panties up and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and barely-concealed breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her exposed panties.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s negligée attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Love the nightie!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and bends over slightly, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you note that her negligée is about ten inches too short to cover her bulging panties.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her negligée, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her negligée, which is about ten inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Oh God!” Polly whispers as she feels your penis sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her negligée and panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Five minutes later, you groan as you pump her bowels full of your sperm.
“Thank you,” whispers Polly as she cuddles you afterwards. “I love being fucked in the arse.”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply with a grin.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her negligee, then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her white panties fully exposed. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
Finally she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, looking at you and smiling. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her negligée, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her negligée, which is about ten inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles a little nervously. “Okay,” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties almost fully exposed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
Polly laughs. “All right,” she says. “I’m sure it’ll get me kicked out of here, but it sounds like fun!”
“Awesome!” you say, and you watch wide-eyed as she climbs back on to the platform.
For a few moments she dances sexily while flapping the hem of her negligée around at belly-button level, but then she turns around, bends over, and begins twerking as her admirers cheer and applaud. Nobody but you notices the lump appear in the white material of her panties ... until a few seconds later, when the bulge has reached the size of a small orange. Then some of the men gasp and shout and point in disbelief. As the bulge swells past grapefruit-sized, you hear shouted words like “gross!”, “disgusting!”, and “filthy cow!”
Polly does not stop, however, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity of poo. Then she straightens up and turns around, smiling defiantly as she dances with rather more careful hip movements than before. You cheer and whoop in encouragement, and a couple of the nearby men turn to stare at you as if you are crazy.
You are not the only man still supporting Polly, however. A few of her admirers are still cheering her on, while laughing hysterically at the ridiculous sight they just witnessed. Clearly they think of her performance as a hilarious joke.
Polly’s bouncing panty-bulge soon attracts the notice of a bouncer, however, who comes to the front of her platform and angrily orders her to leave. She hastily descends, and the two of you hurry outside.
“You were amazing in there!” you tell Polly, delighted by her performance.
She giggles. “Thank you,” she says. “That was so much fun!”
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. “I love you so much, Polly!” you say.
“I love you too!” she replies happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“All right,” says Polly with a giggle. “Just let me know if it starts making you uncomfortable.”
She dances over to a spot a few feet away from you, and is soon surrounded by a cluster of eager young men. As she bends over and hikes her negligée up, one man gets behind her and grabs her hips as she begins twerking. He pulls her bottom against his crotch, and she seems happy to grind her panty-clad pussy against the bulge in his jeans.
When she straightens up, the man puts his arms around her, with one hand grabbing her breast through her negligée, and the other reaching down to cup her pussy through her panties. As he begins to massage her breasts and rub her pussy, Polly looks at you a little anxiously, and you...
Step forward and say “Hey!”
Grin and give Polly a thumbs-up.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her negligée. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her nightie, when she tugs it down, is about ten inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the hostile scowls the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my nightie,” she whispers.
Her hypothesis is confirmed when, a moment later, the man says, “I’m sorry, young lady, but you’ll have to leave – that outfit is positively indecent!”
“Come on, let’s go,” you say to Polly, and she nods in agreement.
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, I’d rather you didn’t!” says Polly, then she gasps as Adolf, undeterred, pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks both dismayed and excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her squeal.
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “What the hell? Stop that!”
“But Polly likes it – don’t you Polly?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Help her out of her nightie, will you?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, eagerly complies, and Polly offers no resistance as he lifts her arms up, one at a time, to pull her negligée off. He tosses it on the floor, then he kneels down, grabs her breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
“Steady on, lads!” you say, but your friends ignore you.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he pushes a small chunk of poo into Polly’s vagina. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Um, I suppose so!” says Polly breathlessly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on a game of Planet Run though...”
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms, and stuffs her vagina full of her poo.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for giving me your cunt to play with, Polly,” says Adolf, withdrawing his fingers and wiping them on a tissue.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for being a great sport.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, that was ... something else entirely,” you remark.
Suddenly looking guilty, Polly turns to you and says, “Oh my love, I’m so sorry – was that too much? I sort of had the idea you were enjoying watching Adolf doing nasty stuff to me, but was that just wishful thinking?”
“No, you were right,” you reassure her. “I’m a little conflicted about it, because heck, you’re my girlfriend and not Adolf’s ... but on the other hand, there’s something really kinky about seeing you let someone as gross as Adolf touch you intimately. So yes, I enjoyed seeing you become Adolf’s plaything.”
“What about other men – less gross than Adolf?” asks Polly curiously. “Because I keep getting felt up by other men, and I’m never sure how far you want me to let them get.”
You smile. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, my sweet. It’s a turn-on for me to see you taken advantage of, whether it’s Adolf or someone with standards of personal hygiene.”
Polly squeezes your arm. “Okay, then I’ll let them feel me up to their hearts’ content,” she says. “Just step in and say something if you want it to stop, and I’ll stop it immediately.”
“Sounds good,” you say.
Polly giggles. “Adolf filled my vagina up with my poo,” she says. “It feels really weird when I walk. Nice, though.”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The young man immediately lets go of Polly and holds up his hands as she steps away from him and toward you. “Sorry mate, she didn’t seem to be taken.”
“No problem,” you say, but you keep a wary eye on him from that moment on.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s breasts and panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Encouraged by your support, Polly, looking a little apprehensive, lets the young man squeeze and caress her breast through her negligée, and rub her panty-clad pussy. The latter treatment soon begins to get her aroused, and she closes her eyes and undulates her body sensuously while the young man kisses her neck and massages her clitoris through the increasingly damp material of her panties.
So many cheering men are now crowding around Polly that you lose sight of her for almost a minute. When you finally manage to peer over somebody’s shoulder, you see that Polly’s groper now has his hand inside her panties, and you suspect that he has at least one finger inside her vagina.
At this moment, however, Polly seems to come to her senses, and she wriggles free of the young man’s grasp. “I need to find my boyfriend!” she exclaims, looking very red in the face. She looks around anxiously for you, and you manage to push through the crowd to rejoin her. Taking her hand, you lead her to a different part of the club, where you resume dancing with her.
“Sorry I let him get so far!” says Polly, looking a little worried.
“Don’t be – you were amazing!” you reassure her.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s breasts and panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she pulls the front of her negligée all the way up to her face in order to wipe her brow with it. His face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s outrageous outfit and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her large breasts heaving in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s negligée and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy.
“Stop that!” says Polly, slapping his hand away. “You can look all you want, but don’t touch.”
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf,” she says, “but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath.”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter very quickly notices Polly’s bulging panties, and utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her dress is spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off that negligée?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “Your dress really is amazing,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast through her negligée with the backs of his fingers. “I love that I can see your tits through it.”
“I love showing them off,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“I love how short it is,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing off my panties too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, lightly stroking first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off that negligée?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking like this,” says Polly. “Shall we just go back to your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her negligée. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want this to stain!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure it’ll come out, if you rinse it quickly.”
Polly pulls her negligée up over her head and hands it to him. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so! It’s my favourite dress.”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked breasts for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table in nothing but her panties, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure he didn’t spill something on your knickers too?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your dress to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room in only her white panties, followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here in nothing but a pair of panties!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s dress, having gently wrung it out. It is still quite wet and even more transparent than usual, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You think for a moment, then ask Polly if she would like...
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts, on the flimsy pretext of complimenting her on how well her negligée fits her.
She thanks him, and continues chatting, making no objection at all as he begins blatantly squeezing and caressing her breasts through her negligée. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches up to stroke her shoulder, and brushes the strap of her negligée off, so that it falls down her arm, exposing her left breast. “Oops, sorry,” he says, making no attempt to cover it back up.
“Don’t worry – happens all the time,” says Polly, also taking no action to replace the strap.
Gordon now reaches around and slips his hand into the front of her panties. As he cups her pussy and begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she turns her head to look at him and says, “Steady on there – I do have a boyfriend you know!”
“He doesn’t mind ... do you, mate?” asks Gordon.
You shrug and smile. “Polly’s a free spirit,” you say. “Whatever she’s cool with, I’m cool with.”
“Mmm, that’s nice,” says Polly, as Les starts sucking on her left nipple. But when Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, she says, “All right chaps, I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough. Nice chatting with you though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but it’s fun to be able to eat at a restaurant where my skimpy outfit is approved of rather than frowned on.”
“It is,” you agree with a smile.
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You think for a moment, then ask Polly if she would like...
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
When Polly enters the room, she smiles at you and says, “May I join you?”
“Of course!” you reply, staring in delight at her exposed white panties and her sheer babydoll negligée, through which you can clearly see her breasts. “You look amazing, as always, Polly...”
She giggles happily as she sits down next to you. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “It may well get me expelled today.”
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast through her negligée.
Reach between her legs and begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you sink your hand into the neckline of her nightie, and you squeeze and fondle her braless breast, and gently tease her nipple, for the next few minutes. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your hand.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly parts her legs slightly to allow you easier access, and her cheeks become a little flushed as you begin stroking her pussy through her panties.
You reach higher, and slide your hand down inside the front of her panties. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle.
Just three minutes later, some of the students in the rows in front of you are beginning to complain loudly. “For fuck’s sake, Polly!” exclaims one young woman. “Go and clean up!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Polly, her cheeks burning red and her wide eyes shining. “It just ... all came out!”
As she stands up and makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that they are fully below the hem of her negligée. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; everybody is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then the professor shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she giggles as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Pull her negligée off her left shoulder to expose her breast.
Lean over and kiss her cheek.
Offer her a Starburst.
You subtly ease the left strap of Polly’s negligée off her shoulder, and tug it down her arm until her breast is exposed. She starts into wakefulness, then turns and smiles at you. Without taking any measure to cover herself back up, she resumes taking notes, but she keeps an eye on the professor, and whenever he glances up toward her she casually brushes her hair from her face ... and in doing so effectively hides her breast from him behind her arm. Only as the lecture finishes does she finally pull her strap back up.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As she feels your lips on her cheek, Polly smiles and blushes. Then she reaches out to give your hand a squeeze.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” she mutters.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Place your hand on hers.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly smiles as you put your hand on hers. A few seconds later, she turns her hand over and holds yours. You stay like this for a few minutes, until you need your hand back for note-taking.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Naked again.”
Polly giggles. Then she turns away from you, leans over the bench, and arches her back, sticking her bottom out. This fully exposes her panties. “Like this?”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You grin, and...
Start massaging her bottom through her panties.
Say, “How about you do a nice big poo in those panties?”
Polly giggles. “Hmm – all right!” she says. “I suppose I won’t be much more exposed than I am already!”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
The next time Owen comes over to check on your work, Polly engages him in conversation. On the pretext of being confused about part of the assignment, she shrugged her shoulders, and the left strap of her negligee falls off her shoulder and slides down her upper arm, coming to rest in the crook of her elbow. This drags down the left side of her negligée, fully exposing her breast. Pretending not to notice, Polly continues to talk at a gallop, while a wide-eyed Owen tries to interrupt and draw her attention to her wardrobe malfunction.
Eventually he says exasperatedly, “Polly!”
“Yes?” she responds innocently.
“Your boob’s out,” he says.
“Oh!” says Polly. She giggles as she tugs her strap back up. “Oops! Sorry – happens all the time.”
Owen rolls his eyes and proceeds to answer Polly’s question – rather unnecessarily, though, since she actually has a very good understanding of the assignment.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her mostly-exposed panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Incredible,” remarks Neil.
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “I should go and clean up,” says Polly apologetically. Her eyes are shining in excitement.
“Seems a shame,” says Neil. “Why not stay like that until Owen actually asks you to leave?”
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “All right!”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “Is it really so hard to get to the toilet in time?”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just finish this analysis and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Fine!” says Owen with a sigh. “Just make it quick.”
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles and straightens up, her little nightie is about eight inches too short to cover her bulging panties. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly blushes. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her negligée up over her head and takes it off entirely, then she pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you free your erect penis, and begin to sink it...
Into her vagina.
Into her anus.
As you begin caressing her buttocks, Polly shivers. “Are they still watching?” she murmurs.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling at Neil and Roddy. “They look very envious.”
Then, encouraged by Polly’s lack of objection, you...
Pull her panties halfway down her thighs.
Say, “Now turn your bottom towards Neil and Roddy, and fill your panties with poo.”
Polly shivers, but nods. “Okay,” she says. Her face takes on a look of concentration as she begins to push out a large, thick turd. Her panties begin to tent outwards, then expand in all directions as they fill up with an outpouring of poo from her capacious rectum.
Neil and Roddy stare, open-mouthed, as the bulge in Polly’s panties swells to the size of a grapefruit, then to the size of a small melon. Finally Polly stops pushing, and says, “That’s enough for now, I think!”
“Your audience seems impressed,” you remark. “Why don’t you wiggle your bum at them?”
Polly giggles, and does so. The look on Neil and Roddy’s face is priceless. Then Neil comes over to take a closer look. “That’s just amazing,” he says.
“Thank you,” says Polly, standing up straight. “But now I’d better go and clean up.”
“Seems a shame,” says Neil. “Why not stay like that until Owen actually asks you to leave?”
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “All right!”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “Is it really so hard to get to the toilet in time?”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just finish this analysis and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Fine!” says Owen with a sigh. “Just make it quick.”
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s negligée quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand up her thigh to her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties fully and blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar, since her tiny negligée hides none of it. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties very obvious as they sway back and forth beneath her skimpy negligée. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, free of bulge and odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Polly’s negligée is so short that, whenever she bends over the table to take a shot, her panties are fully revealed, and at the front, her negligée falls away from her chest to expose her unfettered breasts. These facts are not lost on several interested male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are pausing to massage Polly’s bottom whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man slipping his hand inside the back of her panties while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him as he slides his finger into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Thereafter, he and several other young men gather around like vultures, waiting for Polly to bend over the table again. Each time she does so, one or other of them steps forward, slides his hand into the back of her panties, and begins eagerly finger-fucking her. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is only when her molesters try to pull her panties down that she does anything to discourage them; she reaches back to pull them up again with a flirtatious reprimand of “Naughty...”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Her bulging panties are sagging a little over eight inches below the hem of her negligée. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where comments about Polly’s indecent outfit are relatively muted, having been replaced by mutterings about her panty-pooping habit.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
You run your hand up Polly’s thigh to her panties, and begin to stroke her pussy through the white material. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen groans in despair at Polly’s outrageous outfit, and some of the female students make highly disapproving comments. Polly’s responses are polite, but unrepentant, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To bend over so you can get a better look at her bottom.
To stage a nipslip in front of Owen.
To do a poo in her panties for you.
Polly smiles as she turns away from Neil and Roddy, arches her back, and begins to strain. Her panties start to tent outwards, and then they rapidly fill up and sag downward under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
“Holy shit, that’s incredible,” mutters Neil, his eyes riveted to the back of Polly’s panties. Roddy is staring too, but he seems lost for words.
Polly giggles. “That’s about enough for now, I think,” she says. “We should get back to our assignment.”
You and Polly get back to work, but it is not long before the smell of Polly’s poo causes other students in the lab to start complaining. Owen comes around the corner shortly thereafter, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “Is it really so hard to get to the toilet in time?”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just finish this analysis and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Fine!” says Owen with a sigh. “Just make it quick.”
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
With her bulging panties sagging about eight inches below the hem of her negligée, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
With her bulging panties sagging several inches below the hem of her negligée, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence, and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her negligée attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads felt up my bottom and boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Okay, sounds good!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks shocked at the sight of Polly’s negligée, and at first she does not want to let you in, but when you politely ask to speak to the manager, she abruptly changes her mind. She takes you to a table where you sit down and look at the menu. You order your food and drinks, and, while you are waiting, you tell Polly that you would love to see her...
Riding the bull.
Filling her panties with poo.
Filling her panties with poo while riding the bull.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle, her negligée way too short to cover any of the grapefruit-sized bulge in her panties. You are very happy to see that she is not hurrying.
The professor and your fellow students are by now quite used to seeing Polly like this, but they cannot help staring, mesmerised, at her heavily-loaded panties as she leaves the room. Then, after a moment’s silence, the professor clears his throat. “All right, let’s get back to the lecture, shall we?” he says.
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her highly visible breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
Polly giggles. “Sure!” she says. She gets up and skips happily over to the bull. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes the entirety of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then, as the bull switches to a more steady back-and-forth motion, Polly sits up straight and waves to a couple of young men who have come over to watch her.
“Show us your tits!” says one of them.
Polly giggles, and then she lets go of the bull long enough to hoist her negligée up and over her head. Tossing it to one side, she whoops and laughs as she continues to ride the bull, now wearing only her panties. The young men cheer and applaud, staring delightedly at her large, bouncing breasts.
Polly’s negligée, having landed next to a nearby table, is picked up by a middle-aged man who is eating on his own. He stares at Polly for a moment, then he grins, folds up the negligée, and tucks it into a pocket of his coat.
A waitress runs over to Polly. “Hey, you can’t be topless in here!” she exclaims. “This is a family restaurant!”
“There aren’t any children in here at the moment,” Polly points out as she climbs down from the now-motionless bull.
“That’s beside the point!” says the waitress angrily. “Put your dress back on or get out of here!”
Polly looks around. “I can’t see where my dress is,” she says.
“Then you’ll have to leave!” says the waitress, pointing at the front door.
Polly shivers excitedly. “Like this?” she says. “All right. I’ll leave.” She turns and walks toward the door.
The bill has just been delivered to your table. You hastily pay it, then you grab Polly’s bag and hurry after her. You catch up with her outside, where she is standing with her hands by her sides, proudly showing off her breasts to passing cars, some of which sound their horns in appreciation.
“Holy shit, Polly!” you exclaim.
She giggles. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she says. “But I’m loving it! And I don’t want to go home yet. Let’s just continue our date as usual ... but this time I’ll just be topless!”
“Wow!” you say with a grin. “Well, our options might be rather limited – you’ll never get into the cinema like that, for example. Or the club, for that matter.”
“I’m sure there are certain clubs that would let me in like this,” replies Polly with a wink. “And as for the cinema – well, can you think of an alternative?”
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Eamsworth and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly smiles and nods. “Okay,” she agrees. She plants her hands either side of her thighs and leans forward, lifting her bottom off her chair. Then she strains, grunts quietly, and strains again. “Mmmm, this feels good,” she mutters. A moment later, she stops. “Okay, it’s done. Not a very big one, I’m afraid, since I’m guessing you’ll want me to do a big one later. But I can’t stay here – the smell will spread and people will notice. I’m going to run to the ladies’ and clean up, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding.
Polly carefully gets to her feet and walks sedately to the toilets with her bag, her bulging panties sagging about eight inches below the hem of her negligée. You look around to see if anyone is watching her, and notice a waitress and two diners staring aghast at Polly as she disappears into the ladies’.
Five minutes later, Polly returns. “All clean,” she says with a grin as she sits down. You wonder whether the waitress will come over and say something, but fortunately she does not.
The rest of the meal goes well. Afterwards, you ask Polly if she would like…
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly giggles in delight. “Oh my gosh – yes!” she says. “But I suspect it might get me kicked out of here – do you think we could eat first?”
“Oh – good idea,” you agree.
The food arrives, and you both eat with uncharacteristic haste, looking forward to Polly’s imminent adventure on the mechanical bull.
After she finishes her dessert, Polly gets up and skips happily over to the bull. The man at the controls gives her a thumbs-up, and she climbs on to the bull’s back.
As the bull lurches into life, Polly clutches the handle and holds on tightly, and she bends down over its back in an apparent attempt to keep her centre of gravity low. This of course exposes the entirety of her panty-clad bottom. The operator, seeing this, begins to shake the bull from side to side, giving you (and other people) a prolonged look at her white panties and jiggling buttocks.
Then you notice a lump in the back of Polly’s panties. As it sways from side to side with the motion of the bull, it quickly swells to the size of a grapefruit. Then the bull stops, as its operator stares in shock at Polly’s bulging panties. Polly looks over at him and motions for him to continue ... and the man grins and nods. The bull adopts a gentle, side-to-side rocking motion, and Polly’s panty-bulge bounces back and forth as she starts to push out some more poo.
The bulge grows to melon-sized, and the operator sets the bull rocking forward and backward. Polly’s bottom begins to bounce up and down, and the huge round lump in her panties squishes slightly each time it slaps against the saddle. Then the bull abruptly tips forwards, and Polly’s torso is thrown flat against its back. The bull starts shaking laterally, and Polly’s panty-bulge begins to oscillate like a metronome, rebounding off each of her buttocks in turn.
You look around the room. Every diner is staring in astonishment at Polly. Then a waitress hurries over to the bull. “Switch that off!” she snaps at the operator. Then she says to Polly, “I’m sorry, Miss, but you’ll have to leave.”
“Of course!” says Polly. “I totally understand, and I do apologise for my accident. I hope I didn’t make a mess of the bull.”
You hastily pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking like this,” says Polly. “Shall we just go back to your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you leave the restaurant and head for the local cinema. Once inside you check to see what movies are showing, but Polly’s negligée soon attracts quite a lot of negative attention. You hear words like “shameless” and “slut” being levelled at Polly.
Fortunately, Polly seems quite untroubled by these comments, and since nobody in authority comes to give her a hard time, the two of you agree on a choice of film. You buy tickets, seat yourselves near the back of the auditorium, and wait for the movie to begin.
The movie turns out not to be particularly good, and Polly makes no objection when you lean over and start kissing her halfway through. She responds eagerly, in fact, and after a couple of minutes you...
Slip your hand inside her nightie and play with her breast.
Slide your hand between her legs.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
“Okay!” says Polly, and you head to a nearby club. Inside, she almost instantly attracts a small crowd of young men who try to elbow you into the background as they compliment her and offer her drinks. She politely declines and, taking your hand, she leads you over to the bar. After buying her a drink, you start dancing with her.
Some time later, you find yourself holding her in your arms, kissing her, and caressing her buttocks through her exposed panties, right in the middle of the dance floor. Polly does not seem to mind a bit. Your arousal growing, you...
Ask her to get up on a platform and put on a show.
Pull the strap of her dress off her left shoulder in order to expose her breast.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Strip her down to her panties.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
Polly seems quite happy for you to caress her breast. When you start playing with her nipple, she giggles a little, but does not stop you. Getting bolder, you slip the strap of her negligée off her shoulder, exposing her left breast, and you bend down to take her nipple into your mouth. She strokes your hair as you suck on her breast, and then she allows you to free her right breast and play with that one too. A little later, when you attempt to remove her negligée completely, she raises her arms to help, and soon she is wearing nothing but her panties.
After playing with her breasts some more, you turn your attention to her panties, and as you begin to tug them down, you are delighted when she lifts her bottom off her seat in order to help you. You pull her panties down her legs and off her feet, leaving her completely naked.
Polly turns and grins at you in the near-darkness, then she reaches across, unzips your jeans, and takes out your erection. Bending over your lap, she takes your penis into her mouth, and sucks on it until it is slick with her saliva. Then she gets up, steps in front of you, and lowers herself on to your erection, which slides smoothly into her moist vagina.
You sigh happily as she begins to bounce up and down, your penis thrusting in and out of her with no effort on your part. Over the course of the next few minutes, your arousal builds slowly, and you close your eyes, savouring the sensation of Polly’s soft inner flesh massaging the rigid shaft and engorged head of your cock.
At last you shudder and groan with pleasure as your hands tightly grip Polly’s hips and your semen spurts upward, deep inside her vagina. Polly stops bouncing, but you remain inside her for the rest of the movie. As the credits roll at the end of the film, she finally climbs off you and puts her negligée and panties back on.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly lets you get your hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, until your fingers start pressing against her panties. As you begin stroking her pussy through her panties, she smiles and parts her legs for you. Encouraged, you slip your hand inside the front of her panties and begin caressing her labia and clitoris with your fingers. When you slip one finger inside her, she moans softly, closing her eyes and arching her back. You lovingly finger-fuck her for the next ten minutes, until she suddenly squeals and shudders in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, the noise is masked by the volume of the movie.
As she comes down from her high, she does not seen inclined to put a stop to your fingering, and you continue to probe her vagina for the rest of the film.
After the movie, you and Polly get up and head to the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly thinks for a moment, then whispers, “Okay.” She braces her elbows on the armrests, lifts her bottom off her seat, and strains. You put your hand between her legs, stroke her pussy for a moment through the flimsy material of her panties, then reach down further to cup the growing lump in the back of her panties.
Polly strains and grunts for a few more moments, as the bulge in her panties continues to expand. It feels soft and warm and heavy in your hand. The smell is not particularly strong, but it is noticeable, and readily identifiable as poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly nervously.
Under cover of the semi-darkness of the auditorium, the two of you sneak out into the corridor, and make your way back to the foyer. Polly walks ahead of you, and you marvel at the huge white lump sagging ten inches or so beneath the hem of her negligée.
Trotting across the floor of the lobby past several people, Polly makes no attempt to hide her exposed poo-filled panties, and once the two of you get outside, you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Good girl,” you say, and she giggles.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right,” she says.
She climbs up on to a platform and begins dancing in full view of several dozen – perhaps even a hundred or more – clubgoers. She looks a little nervous at first, but soon warms up in response to the vocal appreciation of several nearby young men, including yourself, who are enjoying the sight of her constantly-exposed panties and bouncing, poorly-concealed breasts.
Polly grabs the hem of her negligée and hikes it up well above the waistband of her panties, swishing it around her midriff as she twerks and gyrates and wiggles with more enthusiasm than proficiency.
When she finally climbs down from the platform, she has a lot of admirers all wanting to dance with her. Enjoying the attention, she bends over and twerks in front of a young lad who grabs her hips and starts grinding his crotch against her panty-clad bottom. At this point Polly catches your eye and grins a little sheepishly. Then she stands up and trots over to you.
“Sorry!” she says loudly. “I wasn’t sure how much you wanted me to let these guys do to me.”
You smile and reply, “No problem...
But I think I’d rather see you get back on that platform and do a big poo.”
Go ahead and flirt – I want to see other men doing naughty things to you.”
As you pull the strap of her negligée off her shoulder and expose her left breast, Polly giggles. “You’ll get us kicked out!” she shouts at you over the loud music.
“It’ll be worth it!” you yell back.
Several men nearby, who have been staring at Polly since her arrival, start cheering and clapping as they ogle her naked breast. Polly, grinning, turns toward them and cups her breast with her hand, massaging it while keeping her nipple mostly uncovered. Then, encouraged by the enthusiastic response to this, she shrugs off the other strap of her negligée, exposing her right breast too. As she dances, playing with both breasts, her negligée falls to the floor around her feet.
As Polly, flushed with excitement, dances in front of you in nothing but her panties, her fans cheer and wolf-whistle loudly. Some nearby women, however, look quite annoyed and begin hurling insults and complaints. It is not long before a bouncer is attracted by the commotion. He comes over to Polly and sternly shouts, “Get your clothes on or get out!”
Polly hastily pulls on her negligée. The bouncer, seeing that she is hardly any more covered than before, looks a little startled, but then he shrugs and goes on his way.
After a couple of hours in the club, Polly pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
“Umm ... okay,” replies Polly with a nervous giggle. Still dancing, though less energetically, she purses her lips and strains. A moment later, she turns around and begins to dance sexily, swaying her hips from side to side as a lump appears in her white panties. Your eyes are riveted as the bulge grows larger and larger, until it is sagging more than ten inches below her negligée.
You turn her back around, pull her into your arms, and kiss her passionately. She responds with enthusiasm, putting her arms around your neck. You can see men and women behind Polly staring in shock at her panties, and you say loudly in her ear, “Polly, you’re amazing! The people behind you are totally staring at your panties.”
“I’m sure they are,” replies Polly, equally loudly. “Let’s go, okay? I don’t want to get kicked out.”
The two of you head outside, where you passionately kiss Polly again. “That was incredible!” you exclaim.
Polly blushes and grins. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “But I should probably go home now. Can you walk me to the bus stop?”
“Sure,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. “Thank you for an amazing evening,” you say.
“My pleasure,” says Polly, smiling happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, Polly boards it, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
As you tug Polly’s panties down, she squeals in alarm, but she remains in position and does not attempt to pull them up again. Encouraged, you reach between her legs and begin stroking her bare pussy with your fingers. Then, working your middle finger into her vagina, you begin to finger-fuck her while she closes her eyes and begins to moan softly.
Two minutes later, her arousal is clearly growing, and she begins to utter soft moans of pleasure. You increase the pace of your thrusting, and gradually bring her toward her climax. Eventually, her knees buckle as she squeals into her arm, her body shuddering in orgasm.
“Oh that was nice,” she murmurs.
“You’re welcome,” you say with a smile.
You glance over at Neil and Roddy; they are both grinning as Polly pulls her panties up and gets back to work.
The rest of the lab passes uneventfully. Afterwards, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and barely-concealed breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her exposed panties.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s negligée attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly down to just her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Love the nightie!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and bends over slightly, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you note that her negligée is about ten inches too short to cover her bulging panties.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.” She picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You both get dressed, and then you walk Polly to the bus stop. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her negligée, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her negligée, which is about ten inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Oh God!” Polly whispers as she feels your penis sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
The danger of getting caught does nothing to diminish your excitement, and it does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“Okay, that was fun,” says Polly. “Now quickly – let me get dressed.” You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her negligée and panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Five minutes later, you groan as you pump her bowels full of your sperm.
“Thank you,” whispers Polly as she cuddles you afterwards. “I love being fucked in the arse.”
“Glad to hear it,” you reply with a grin.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s negligée attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
You help Polly out of her negligee, then she climbs into bed while you take off your own clothes.
You climb into bed with her, where you kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her white panties fully exposed. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Whoa,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and begins stroking her pussy, making her squeal.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Polly doesn’t mind,” says Adolf with a grin, as he slides one finger into her vagina. “Do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity until she cries out in orgasmic bliss and collapses into a lying position.
Adolf cackles as he pulls his fingers out of her, and licks them clean. “You’re welcome, Polly!” he says gleefully.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you and lifts up the back of her negligée, revealing the whole of her white bikini-cut panties. Spreading her feet apart and squatting slightly, she strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly drops her negligée, which is about ten inches too short to cover her heavily-laden panties, and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles a little nervously. “Okay,” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties almost fully exposed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
Polly laughs. “All right,” she says. “I’m sure it’ll get me kicked out of here, but it sounds like fun!”
“Awesome!” you say, and you watch wide-eyed as she climbs back on to the platform.
For a few moments she dances sexily while flapping the hem of her negligée around at belly-button level, but then she turns around, bends over, and begins twerking as her admirers cheer and applaud. Nobody but you notices the lump appear in the white material of her panties ... until a few seconds later, when the bulge has reached the size of a small orange. Then some of the men gasp and shout and point in disbelief. As the bulge swells past grapefruit-sized, you hear shouted words like “gross!”, “disgusting!”, and “filthy cow!”
Polly does not stop, however, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity of poo. Then she straightens up and turns around, smiling defiantly as she dances with rather more careful hip movements than before. You cheer and whoop in encouragement, and a couple of the nearby men turn to stare at you as if you are crazy.
You are not the only man still supporting Polly, however. A few of her admirers are still cheering her on, while laughing hysterically at the ridiculous sight they just witnessed. Clearly they think of her performance as a hilarious joke.
Polly’s bouncing panty-bulge soon attracts the notice of a bouncer, however, who comes to the front of her platform and angrily orders her to leave. She hastily descends, and the two of you hurry outside.
“You were amazing in there!” you tell Polly, delighted by her performance.
She giggles. “Thank you,” she says. “That was so much fun!”
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. “I love you so much, Polly!” you say.
“I love you too!” she replies happily.
The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“All right,” says Polly with a giggle. “Just let me know if it starts making you uncomfortable.”
She dances over to a spot a few feet away from you, and is soon surrounded by a cluster of eager young men. As she bends over and hikes her negligée up, one man gets behind her and grabs her hips as she begins twerking. He pulls her bottom against his crotch, and she seems happy to grind her panty-clad pussy against the bulge in his jeans.
When she straightens up, the man puts his arms around her, with one hand grabbing her breast through her negligée, and the other reaching down to cup her pussy through her panties. As he begins to massage her breasts and rub her pussy, Polly looks at you a little anxiously, and you...
Step forward and say “Hey!”
Grin and give Polly a thumbs-up.
You walk Polly to the bus stop, where she turns away from you and hikes up the back of her negligée. Squatting slightly, she strains, and a lump appears in the back of her white panties. She pushes, and pushes, and the bulge grows bigger and bigger. When she finally straightens up, it is the size of a melon, and her nightie, when she tugs it down, is about ten inches too short to cover it.
“Fantastic!” you say.
“I’m glad you like it,” says Polly with a giggle, and she turns to face you again.
You take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A moment later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly with a smile. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a bit of poo, and sometimes you’re not.”
“Quite so,” you agree, and she laughs.
You walk her to the bus stop, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. A few minutes later, the bus arrives, and Polly boards it. You blow her a kiss, and then she is gone.
Returning to your room, you spend the rest of the evening thinking about Polly. She is such a wonderful girl, and you can’t wait to see her again.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but Polly soon becomes uncomfortable with the hostile scowls the man behind the counter is giving her. “I don’t think that man likes my nightie,” she whispers.
Her hypothesis is confirmed when, a moment later, the man says, “I’m sorry, young lady, but you’ll have to leave – that outfit is positively indecent!”
“Come on, let’s go,” you say to Polly, and she nods in agreement.
You leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly wearing just her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, okay,” says Polly shyly, and then her eyes widen as Adolf pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Help her out of her nightie, will you?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, eagerly complies, and Polly offers no resistance as he lifts her arms up, one at a time, to pull her negligée off. He tosses it on the floor, then he kneels down, grabs her breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he pushes a small chunk of poo into Polly’s vagina. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Um, I suppose so!” says Polly breathlessly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on a game of Planet Run though...”
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms, and stuffs her vagina full of her poo.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for giving me your cunt to play with,” says Adolf. “Next time maybe I’ll stuff it full of my own shit.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “We’ll see, Adolf,” she says.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply.
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
The young man immediately lets go of Polly and holds up his hands as she steps away from him and toward you. “Sorry mate, she didn’t seem to be taken.”
“No problem,” you say, but you keep a wary eye on him from that moment on.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s breasts and panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Encouraged by your support, Polly, looking a little apprehensive, lets the young man squeeze and caress her breast through her negligée, and rub her panty-clad pussy. The latter treatment soon begins to get her aroused, and she closes her eyes and undulates her body sensuously while the young man kisses her neck and massages her clitoris through the increasingly damp material of her panties.
So many cheering men are now crowding around Polly that you lose sight of her for almost a minute. When you finally manage to peer over somebody’s shoulder, you see that Polly’s groper now has his hand inside her panties, and you suspect that he has at least one finger inside her vagina.
At this moment, however, Polly seems to come to her senses, and she wriggles free of the young man’s grasp. “I need to find my boyfriend!” she exclaims, looking very red in the face. She looks around anxiously for you, and you manage to push through the crowd to rejoin her. Taking her hand, you lead her to a different part of the club, where you resume dancing with her.
“Sorry I let him get so far!” says Polly, looking a little worried.
“Don’t be – you were amazing!” you reassure her.
After a couple of hours in the club, during which Polly’s breasts and panties remain the centre of quite a lot of attention, she pulls you towards the exit. Outside, you say, “Time for you to go home?”
“Yup,” says Polly. “Want to watch me do a poo first?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Let’s keep it clean for tonight.”
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she pulls the front of her negligée all the way up to her face in order to wipe her brow with it. His face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her panties.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly. “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
You reply...
“Of course!”
“Thank you, but no, not this time.”
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s outrageous outfit and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her large breasts heaving in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s negligée and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a slight shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite new X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. Before long he has pulled her panties to one side and is methodically pushing small chunks of poo into her vagina, while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and her own poo, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for giving me your cunt to play with,” says Adolf. “Next time maybe I’ll stuff it full of my own shit.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “We’ll see, Adolf,” she says.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter very quickly notices Polly’s bulging panties, and utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where you undress Polly to her poo-filled panties. She climbs carefully into your bed, lying down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.” She climbs out of your bed, then picks up her negligée and puts it back on.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her negligée, looks around nervously the whole way, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her dress is spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off that negligée?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “I do love your dress,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast through her negligée with the backs of his fingers. “I love that I can see your tits through it.”
“I love showing them off,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“I love how short it is,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing off my panties too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, lightly stroking first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off that negligée?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking like this,” says Polly. “Shall we just go back to your halls of residence?”
“Sounds good,” you agree.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her negligée. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want this to stain!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure it’ll come out, if you rinse it quickly.”
Polly pulls her negligée up over her head and hands it to him. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked breasts for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table in nothing but her panties, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure he didn’t spill something on your knickers too?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your dress to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room in only her white panties, followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here in nothing but a pair of panties!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s dress, having gently wrung it out. It is still quite wet and even more transparent than usual, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You think for a moment, then ask Polly if she would like...
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts, on the flimsy pretext of complimenting her on how well her negligée fits her.
She thanks him, and continues chatting, making no objection at all as he begins blatantly squeezing and caressing her breasts through her negligée. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches up to stroke her shoulder, and brushes the strap of her negligée off, so that it falls down her arm, exposing her left breast. “Oops, sorry,” he says, making no attempt to cover it back up.
“Don’t worry – happens all the time,” says Polly, also taking no action to replace the strap.
Gordon now reaches around and slips his hand into the front of her panties. As he cups her pussy and begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les starts sucking on her left nipple, and pulls her right shoulder strap down to reveal her right breast. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he starts pulling her panties down with his other hand, but at this point Polly pulls away.
“All right chaps,” she says breathlessly, “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough. Nice chatting with you though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but it’s fun to be able to eat at a restaurant where my skimpy outfit is approved of rather than frowned on.”
“It is,” you agree with a smile.
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You think for a moment, then ask Polly if she would like...
To go and see a movie with you.
To go on to a club.
To come back to Juniper Hall with you.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; the professor is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she grins as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply. “And the professor saw you ... but didn’t say anything!”
Polly giggles. “Awesome!” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns in a fresh pair of panties and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly, and arching her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly finger-fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his fingers.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are pausing to fondle Polly’s bottom whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man slipping his hand inside the back of her panties while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him as he slides his finger into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Thereafter, he and several other young men gather around like vultures, waiting for Polly to bend over the table again. Each time she does so, one or other of them steps forward, slides his hand into the back of her panties, and begins eagerly finger-fucking her. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties all the way down to her ankles.
Standing up straight and stepping out of her panties, Polly says, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on.”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and several fingers belonging to multiple young men are now thrusting in and out of both her vagina and anus. Polly surrenders herself to this treatment, and after just a couple more minutes, is shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Enough, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of annoyance. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly happily, climbing down from the table. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was amazing!” she replies with a happy sigh.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Since her bulging panties are her only item of clothing, they could hardly be more obvious. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “Just go and clean up, all right?”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good grief, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “I’m sorry, but this is the last straw – your behaviour has become intolerable! Please go to the Principal’s office at once! I imagine this is the end of the road for you, young lady!”
“Hey wait a minute!” you protest.
“You too!” says the professor. “I know you’ve been putting her up to it!”
You gulp. Suddenly the future of your own education seems in jeopardy. But at least you and Polly can face it together. You get to your feet and walk with Polly out of the room, out of the building, and across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good grief, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “I’m sorry, but this is the last straw – your behaviour has become intolerable! Please go to the Principal’s office at once! I imagine this is the end of the road for you, young lady!”
“Hey wait a minute!” you protest.
“You too!” says the professor. “I know you’ve been putting her up to it!”
You gulp. Suddenly the future of your own education seems in jeopardy. But at least you and Polly can face it together. You get to your feet and walk with Polly out of the room, out of the building, and across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to the Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
As Les finger-fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
Soon, Polly is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
“You’re welcome,” chuckles Les as he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the lovely orgasm though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I’m having a blast anyway!”
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with a well-dressed middle-aged man, a couple in their thirties, and a handful of teenaged boys and girls. All are staring at Polly except for the well-dressed man, who politely averts his gaze.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that old chap?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly’s doing the dishes, when she gets the urge to poop. Rather than stop what she’s doing, she decides to fill her panties then and there. This gets her excited, and she plays with herself. She brings herself off, and then goes back to doing the dishes. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a minidress and panties, which she puts on along with a rather ill-fitting pair of shoes.
Nigel describes the scene to her, and, as he films her, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The teenagers, whose eyes have not left Polly for an instant, gasp in shock as they see her panties begin to fill up, and it does not take long for them to find their voices. “Gross!” “Ugh that’s disgusting!” “What a dirty skank!”
Then their disgust partly gives way to amazement. “Where’s it all coming from?” one lad wonders aloud.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
Holding their noses, the teens and the young couple all make their way to the far end of the carriage, to get as far away from the smell as possible. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the middle-aged man and smiles at him. He glances at her, clears his throat, and returns to his newspaper.
Polly leans back, and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
The man glances up from his paper again, and his eyes widen. He attempts to continue reading, but his glances become more and more frequent and prolonged; clearly he is enjoying the view.
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the man watches with his jaw dropping in awe, she slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
The man pulls out a handkerchief and wipes his brow. Meanwhile, the teenagers and the young couple further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and a couple of the boys venture closer for a better view.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them over the top of the middle-aged man’s newspaper, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the well-dressed man. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds a schoolgirl outfit for her to wear, and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off items of clothing. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses while shedding clothes as directed by Nigel. When he finally asks her to remove her panties, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
Polly looks a little anxious about this. “Um, I hope he’s not going to...”
“Don’t worry,” Nigel assures her, “he’s just posing with you. There won’t be any penetration.”
“Okay,” says Polly, relieved.
The poses do get rather risqué, however, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In the final pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. To Polly’s relief, however, he pulls away after Nigel takes a couple of photos.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her white panties beautifully displayed. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Whoa,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and begins stroking her pussy, making her squeal.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Polly doesn’t mind,” says Adolf with a grin, as he slides one finger into her vagina. “Do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection.
As he positions it at the opening of Polly’s vagina, clearly intending to plunge it inside her, you decide that...
You don’t want Polly to have sex with anyone but you.
It would be quite exciting to watch another man fucking Polly.
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
“Adolf!” you growl. “Fingers only.”
“Oh fine,” says Adolf grumpily, tucking his penis away. He continues to finger-fuck Polly until she cries out in orgasmic bliss and collapses into a lying position.
Adolf cackles as he pulls his fingers out of her, and licks them clean. “You’re welcome, Polly!” he says gleefully.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
With wide eyes and growing arousal, you watch as Adolf removes his fingers from Polly’s vagina and shoves his erection in. Polly gasps, and you guess that she knows what has happened, but as Adolf begins thrusting energetically, her moans of pleasure get louder, until she squeals in an intense orgasm. Adolf continues to fuck her until he climaxes with a groan, pumping his sperm into your girlfriend. Then he pulls out, and Polly collapses into a lying position, with semen visibly leaking from her vagina.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you liked seeing another man fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was very exciting.”
“Would you want to see that again?” she asks.
“Do you want to do it again?” you inquire with a smile.
Polly giggles. “If you’re happy about it, then yes!” she says. “God, what a slut I’ve become!”
You laugh, and say, “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, okay,” says Polly shyly, and then her eyes widen as Adolf pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
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Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she casually pulls her panties down and steps out of them. Jeff’s face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her naked pussy.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly.
Outside, Polly’s nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
Polly gulps, and pulls you back towards the stairs. “Told you it was a mistake,” she mutters.
As you reach the front door, you turn towards her. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
Polly pouts in disappointment. “What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “We’ve worked out my wages, and it’s not a lot, but I’m likely to pick up some good tips. Besides, it’s rather exciting to be a naked waitress!”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; the professor is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she grins as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply. “And the professor saw you ... but didn’t say anything!”
Polly giggles. “Awesome!” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns in a fresh pair of panties and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly, and arching her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly finger-fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his fingers.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are pausing to fondle Polly’s bottom whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man slipping his hand inside the back of her panties while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him as he slides his finger into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Thereafter, he and several other young men gather around like vultures, waiting for Polly to bend over the table again. Each time she does so, one or other of them steps forward, slides his hand into the back of her panties, and begins eagerly finger-fucking her. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties all the way down to her ankles.
Standing up straight and stepping out of her panties, Polly says, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on.”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and several fingers belonging to multiple young men are now thrusting in and out of both her vagina and anus. Polly surrenders herself to this treatment, and after just a couple more minutes, is shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Enough, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of annoyance. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly happily, climbing down from the table. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was amazing!” she replies with a happy sigh.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles happily. “Sure!” she says.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
“What the devil are you doing?” demands a fierce voice.
You and Polly turn to see old Professor Dinsmore glaring at Polly’s panties. “Oh shit,” you mutter. Dinsmore, a Classics professor, is notoriously conservative.
“What an obscene display!” he barks. “How dare you? Get yourselves over to the Principal’s office, at once! Both of you!”
You gulp. Suddenly the future of your own education seems in jeopardy. But at least you and Polly can face it together. With a muttered apology, you get to your feet and then help Polly up. As Dinsmore’s beady eyes follow you, you and Polly walk across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to the Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
As Les finger-fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
Soon, Polly is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
“You’re welcome,” chuckles Les as he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the lovely orgasm though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I’m having a blast anyway!”
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with an elderly couple, a trio of young women dressed for clubbing, and a zit-afflicted teenage boy who is sitting on his own. All are staring at Polly.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that young lad over there?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly’s lying on the sofa, chatting on her phone, when she gets the urge to poop. Rather than stop what she’s doing, she decides to fill her panties then and there. This gets her excited, and she plays with herself. She brings herself off, and then goes back to doing the dishes. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a t-shirt, miniskirt, and panties, which she puts on along with a rather ill-fitting pair of shoes.
Nigel describes the scene to her, and, as he films her, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The young women, whose scornful eyes have not left Polly for an instant, gasp in shock as they see her panties begin to fill up, and it does not take long for them to find their voices. “Revolting!” “I’ve never seen anything so nasty...” “Find a toilet, you slag!”
Then their disgust partly gives way to amazement. “That’s just wrong ... how is that even possible?” one girl wonders aloud.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
Holding their noses, the young women and the elderly couple all make their way to the far end of the carriage, to get as far away from the smell as possible. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the spotty young lad and smiles at him. He grins, embarrassed, and fidgets with his hands.
Polly leans back, and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
The lad’s eyes widen as he stares at Polly’s panties. He squirms in his seat and adjusts his crotch; clearly he is enjoying the view.
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the boy watches with his jaw dropping in awe, she slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
The lad now sticks his hand inside the front of his jeans, and begins to play with himself. Meanwhile, the young women and the old couple further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and a couple of the women hurl some acerbic comments at Polly.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them at the young man in front of her, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the awestruck pizza-faced lad. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds a short and sexy blue cocktail dress for her to wear, and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off items of clothing. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses and shedding her dress when directed by Nigel. When he asks her to remove her panties as well, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
Polly looks a little anxious about this. “Um, I hope he’s not going to...”
“Don’t worry,” Nigel assures her, “he’s just posing with you. There won’t be any penetration.”
“Okay,” says Polly, relieved.
The poses do get rather risqué, however, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In the final pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. To Polly’s relief, however, he pulls away after Nigel takes a couple of photos.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her white panties beautifully displayed. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Whoa,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and begins stroking her pussy, making her squeal.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Polly doesn’t mind,” says Adolf with a grin, as he slides one finger into her vagina. “Do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection.
As he positions it at the opening of Polly’s vagina, clearly intending to plunge it inside her, you decide that...
You don’t want Polly to have sex with anyone but you.
It would be quite exciting to watch another man fucking Polly.
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
“Adolf!” you growl. “Fingers only.”
“Oh fine,” says Adolf grumpily, tucking his penis away. He continues to finger-fuck Polly until she cries out in orgasmic bliss and collapses into a lying position.
Adolf cackles as he pulls his fingers out of her, and licks them clean. “You’re welcome, Polly!” he says gleefully.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
With wide eyes and growing arousal, you watch as Adolf removes his fingers from Polly’s vagina and shoves his erection in. Polly gasps, and you guess that she knows what has happened, but as Adolf begins thrusting energetically, her moans of pleasure get louder, until she squeals in an intense orgasm. Adolf continues to fuck her until he climaxes with a groan, pumping his sperm into your girlfriend. Then he pulls out, and Polly collapses into a lying position, with semen visibly leaking from her vagina.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you liked seeing another man fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was very exciting.”
“Would you want to see that again?” she asks.
“Do you want to do it again?” you inquire with a smile.
Polly giggles. “If you’re happy about it, then yes!” she says. “God, what a slut I’ve become!”
You laugh, and say, “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, okay,” says Polly shyly, and then her eyes widen as Adolf pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she casually pulls her panties down and steps out of them. Jeff’s face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her naked pussy.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly.
Outside, Polly’s nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
Polly gulps, and pulls you back towards the stairs. “Told you it was a mistake,” she mutters.
As you reach the front door, you turn towards her. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
Polly pouts in disappointment. “What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what adventures you will have with her?
THE END
Return to last save point.
Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “We’ve worked out my wages, and it’s not a lot, but I’m likely to pick up some good tips. Besides, it’s rather exciting to be a naked waitress!”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; the professor is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she grins as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply. “And the professor saw you ... but didn’t say anything!”
Polly giggles. “Awesome!” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, is that awful smell coming from you?” demands the professor. “If so, then please remove yourself from here immediately!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Good grief!” says the professor. “I’m sorry, Polly, but this is the last straw. Forget cleaning up – I want Professor Daniels to see you exactly as you are. Please go to his office, right now!”
“Whoa!” you exclaim, getting to your feet. “That’s hardly fair – Polly can’t help her lack of bowel control.”
“You can accompany her!” says the professor grimly. “I’m not blind; I know you’re behind Polly’s outrageous antics. Go on! I hope both of you get the punishment you deserve!”
You gulp. Suddenly the future of your own education seems in jeopardy. But at least you and Polly can face it together. You grab your bag and Polly’s, then you hurry after her. In the lobby, you give her a hug and a kiss, then the two of you leave the building and walk across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly, and arching her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly finger-fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his fingers.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are pausing to fondle Polly’s bottom whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man slipping his hand inside the back of her panties while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him as he slides his finger into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Thereafter, he and several other young men gather around like vultures, waiting for Polly to bend over the table again. Each time she does so, one or other of them steps forward, slides his hand into the back of her panties, and begins eagerly finger-fucking her. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties all the way down to her ankles.
Standing up straight and stepping out of her panties, Polly says, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on.”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and several fingers belonging to multiple young men are now thrusting in and out of both her vagina and anus. Polly surrenders herself to this treatment, and after just a couple more minutes, is shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Enough, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of annoyance. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly happily, climbing down from the table. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was amazing!” she replies with a happy sigh.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Since her bulging panties are her only item of clothing, they could hardly be more obvious. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to The Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
As Les finger-fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
Soon, Polly is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
“You’re welcome,” chuckles Les as he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the lovely orgasm though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I’m having a blast anyway!”
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with a couple of smartly-dressed men in their forties, a young couple with a baby, and a woman in her early twenties who is sitting by herself at the end of the carriage. She appears to be a goth girl: she is wearing black eye makeup and lipstick, and black clothing, including a miniskirt and ripped tights. Everyone is staring at Polly, but only the goth girl is smiling as she does so.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that young lady over there?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly arrives home, drunk, after a night of clubbing. She stumbles into the living room, muttering about how she needs to do a poo. She crawls over to the sofa, rests her elbows on it, and starts filling her panties. This gets her excited, and she plays with herself. She brings herself off, and then falls asleep on the sofa. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a pair of white panties and a tight, stretchy minidress, which she puts on along with a rather ill-fitting pair of high heels.
Nigel describes the scene to her, and, as he films her, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The young couple, whose eyes have not left Polly for an instant, gasp in shock as they see her panties begin to fill up, and it does not take long for them to find their voices. “For heaven’s sake, have you no shame?” asks the woman. “I’ve got a baby here!” She gets up and hurries down to the far end of the carriage, while her husband follows.
The two men’s obvious disgust is giving way to amazement. “That’s a heck of a lot of shit!” one of them remarks.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
Holding their noses, the two men make their way to the end of the carriage to join the young family. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the goth girl and smiles at her. The young woman smiles and says, “Hi! I like your outfit. Very bold.”
“Thanks,” says Polly, a little shyly. She leans back, and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
“Oh, I’m getting a show, am I?” inquires the goth girl. “Excellent! Do continue.”
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the goth girl watches and licks her lips, Polly slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
The goth girl pulls her skirt up, slides her hand down inside her tights and panties, and begins masturbating as she watches Polly. Meanwhile, the young family and the two men further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and the young woman makes a rather loud, pointed comment about some people having no shame.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them at the young woman in front of her, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
“Thank you!” says the goth girl, clutching Polly’s panties as she smiles and waves after you.
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the goth girl. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds an absurdly short nurse’s outfit for her to wear, and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off items of clothing. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses and shedding her costume when directed by Nigel. When he asks her to remove her panties as well, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
Polly looks a little anxious about this. “Um, I hope he’s not going to...”
“Don’t worry,” Nigel assures her, “he’s just posing with you. There won’t be any penetration.”
“Okay,” says Polly, relieved.
The poses do get rather risqué, however, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In the final pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. To Polly’s relief, however, he pulls away after Nigel takes a couple of photos.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her white panties beautifully displayed. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Whoa,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and begins stroking her pussy, making her squeal.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Polly doesn’t mind,” says Adolf with a grin, as he slides one finger into her vagina. “Do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection.
As he positions it at the opening of Polly’s vagina, clearly intending to plunge it inside her, you decide that...
You don’t want Polly to have sex with anyone but you.
It would be quite exciting to watch another man fucking Polly.
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
“Adolf!” you growl. “Fingers only.”
“Oh fine,” says Adolf grumpily, tucking his penis away. He continues to finger-fuck Polly until she cries out in orgasmic bliss and collapses into a lying position.
Adolf cackles as he pulls his fingers out of her, and licks them clean. “You’re welcome, Polly!” he says gleefully.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
With wide eyes and growing arousal, you watch as Adolf removes his fingers from Polly’s vagina and shoves his erection in. Polly gasps, and you guess that she knows what has happened, but as Adolf begins thrusting energetically, her moans of pleasure get louder, until she squeals in an intense orgasm. Adolf continues to fuck her until he climaxes with a groan, pumping his sperm into your girlfriend. Then he pulls out, and Polly collapses into a lying position, with semen visibly leaking from her vagina.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you liked seeing another man fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was very exciting.”
“Would you want to see that again?” she asks.
“Do you want to do it again?” you inquire with a smile.
Polly giggles. “If you’re happy about it, then yes!” she says. “God, what a slut I’ve become!”
You laugh, and say, “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, okay,” says Polly shyly, and then her eyes widen as Adolf pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she casually pulls her panties down and steps out of them. Jeff’s face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her naked pussy.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly.
Outside, Polly’s nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
Polly gulps, and pulls you back towards the stairs. “Told you it was a mistake,” she mutters.
As you reach the front door, you turn towards her. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
Polly pouts in disappointment. “What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “We’ve worked out my wages, and it’s not a lot, but I’m likely to pick up some good tips. Besides, it’s rather exciting to be a naked waitress!”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; the professor is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she grins as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply. “And the professor saw you ... but didn’t say anything!”
Polly giggles. “Awesome!” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns in a fresh pair of panties and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
Then, “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” booms a deep and very angry voice.
You whirl around to see Professor Marsh, the head of the department, staring in fury at Polly’s bulging panties. Polly turns around, quailing in fear. “I’m so sorry, Professor!” she says. “I...”
“Don’t try to make excuses!” shouts the professor. “I’ve heard all about you. And you!” He turns and points a finger at you, and you gulp. “Both of you, go immediately to the Principal’s office! I shall be recommending to him that he expels you!”
With that, he turns on his heel and marches out of the room, leaving you and Polly feeling rather shellshocked. Silently, you grab your things, leave the room together, and take the lift down to the ground floor. Then you leave the building and walk across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly, and arching her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly finger-fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his fingers.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are pausing to fondle Polly’s bottom whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man slipping his hand inside the back of her panties while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him as he slides his finger into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Thereafter, he and several other young men gather around like vultures, waiting for Polly to bend over the table again. Each time she does so, one or other of them steps forward, slides his hand into the back of her panties, and begins eagerly finger-fucking her. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties all the way down to her ankles.
Standing up straight and stepping out of her panties, Polly says, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on.”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and several fingers belonging to multiple young men are now thrusting in and out of both her vagina and anus. Polly surrenders herself to this treatment, and after just a couple more minutes, is shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Enough, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of annoyance. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly happily, climbing down from the table. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was amazing!” she replies with a happy sigh.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Since her bulging panties are her only item of clothing, they could hardly be more obvious. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to The Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
As Les finger-fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
Soon, Polly is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
“You’re welcome,” chuckles Les as he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the lovely orgasm though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I’m having a blast anyway!”
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with several teenaged girls in party clothes, four shifty-looking lads in hoodies, and a man in an anorak who is sitting by herself at the end of the carriage. All of them are staring at Polly. The reactions of the girls are particularly interesting; one of them looks rather envious – whether because of Pollys spectacular breasts or her incredible boldness, you are not sure – and another looks as if her entire worldview has just been shattered.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that lonely chap over there?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly is on the sofa, watching the television. She starts running her tummy, looking uncomfortable and like she needs to do a poo. She lies back on the sofa, still watching TV, and starts filling her panties. This gets her excited, and she plays with herself. She brings herself off, and then falls asleep. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a pair of white panties and a gauzy pink nightie, through which you can faintly see her nipples when she puts it on.
Nigel describes the scene to her, and, as he films her, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The lads in hoodies, whose eyes have not left Polly for an instant, burst out laughing as they see her panties begin to fill up. “Couldn’t wait to get to a toilet?” one of them says, grinning. “Where are your clothes? Are you sleepwalking?” asks another.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
As the smell gets worse, the lads and the girls move down to the far end of the carriage, holding their noses and commenting loudly. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the man in the anorak and smiles at him. The man, who is in his late thirties, turns red, smiles a little, then drops his eyes and stares at his lap.
Polly leans back and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
The man looks up, his eyes widening, then he ducks his head, but continues to watch Polly from beneath his somewhat bushy eyebrows.
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the anorak-wearing man watches and shifts uncomfortably in his seat, Polly slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
Meanwhile, the lads in hoodies and the teenaged girls further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and one of the lads loudly jokes about “the loser getting some for the first time ever”.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them at the man in front of her, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the man in the anorak. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds a plain white t-shirt and an ultra-short tennis skirt for her to wear, and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off items of clothing. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses and shedding clothing as directed by Nigel. When he asks her to remove her panties as well, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
Polly looks a little anxious about this. “Um, I hope he’s not going to...”
“Don’t worry,” Nigel assures her, “he’s just posing with you. There won’t be any penetration.”
“Okay,” says Polly, relieved.
The poses do get rather risqué, however, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In the final pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. To Polly’s relief, however, he pulls away after Nigel takes a couple of photos.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her white panties beautifully displayed. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Whoa,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and begins stroking her pussy, making her squeal.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Polly doesn’t mind,” says Adolf with a grin, as he slides one finger into her vagina. “Do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection.
As he positions it at the opening of Polly’s vagina, clearly intending to plunge it inside her, you decide that...
You don’t want Polly to have sex with anyone but you.
It would be quite exciting to watch another man fucking Polly.
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
“Adolf!” you growl. “Fingers only.”
“Oh fine,” says Adolf grumpily, tucking his penis away. He continues to finger-fuck Polly until she cries out in orgasmic bliss and collapses into a lying position.
Adolf cackles as he pulls his fingers out of her, and licks them clean. “You’re welcome, Polly!” he says gleefully.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
With wide eyes and growing arousal, you watch as Adolf removes his fingers from Polly’s vagina and shoves his erection in. Polly gasps, and you guess that she knows what has happened, but as Adolf begins thrusting energetically, her moans of pleasure get louder, until she squeals in an intense orgasm. Adolf continues to fuck her until he climaxes with a groan, pumping his sperm into your girlfriend. Then he pulls out, and Polly collapses into a lying position, with semen visibly leaking from her vagina.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you liked seeing another man fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was very exciting.”
“Would you want to see that again?” she asks.
“Do you want to do it again?” you inquire with a smile.
Polly giggles. “If you’re happy about it, then yes!” she says. “God, what a slut I’ve become!”
You laugh, and say, “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, okay,” says Polly shyly, and then her eyes widen as Adolf pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she casually pulls her panties down and steps out of them. Jeff’s face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her naked pussy.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly.
Outside, Polly’s nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
Polly gulps, and pulls you back towards the stairs. “Told you it was a mistake,” she mutters.
As you reach the front door, you turn towards her. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
Polly pouts in disappointment. “What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “We’ve worked out my wages, and it’s not a lot, but I’m likely to pick up some good tips. Besides, it’s rather exciting to be a naked waitress!”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
Return to last save point.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks.
When she reaches the aisle, however, disaster strikes. “What is the meaning of this?” demands Professor Jones, staring at Polly with a look of sheer outrage.
“Um,” says Polly, turning bright red as she covers her breasts with one arm, and as much of her panties as she can with her other hand. “I’m sorry – I had a bit of an accident...”
“That’s no accident!” barks the professor. “All sorts of stories about you have been circulating among the faculty, Polly ... and I am disappointed to discover that they seem to be true! Well, it’s time you paid the price; I want you to go and see the Principal, right now!”
Polly looks panic-stricken, and you leap to your feet. “That’s hardly fair!” you exclaim. “Polly can’t help having a weak bowel – her accidents really are accidents!”
The professor glares at you. “You can go with her!” she snaps. “My colleagues tell me you’ve been pushing her into more and more outrageous acts of public lewdness! I hope Professor Daniels expels you both!”
You gulp, suddenly aware that you may have just thrown away your chances of getting a degree. Picking up your things and Polly’s, you leave the lecture theatre and join Polly out in the lobby. Together, the two of you leave the building and walk across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns in a fresh pair of panties and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly, and arching her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly finger-fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his fingers.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a couple of the lads are pausing to fondle Polly’s bottom whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she is not reacting in the slightest. You can’t help thinking that her lack of objection to this treatment might be taken as permission to do more, and this concern is soon validated when you see one young man slipping his hand inside the back of her panties while she cues up for a shot. She does not seem to mind this; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at him as he slides his finger into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Thereafter, he and several other young men gather around like vultures, waiting for Polly to bend over the table again. Each time she does so, one or other of them steps forward, slides his hand into the back of her panties, and begins eagerly finger-fucking her. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties all the way down to her ankles.
Standing up straight and stepping out of her panties, Polly says, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on.”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and several fingers belonging to multiple young men are now thrusting in and out of both her vagina and anus. Polly surrenders herself to this treatment, and after just a couple more minutes, is shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Enough, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of annoyance. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly happily, climbing down from the table. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was amazing!” she replies with a happy sigh.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Since her bulging panties are her only item of clothing, they could hardly be more obvious. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to The Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
As Les finger-fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
Soon, Polly is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
“You’re welcome,” chuckles Les as he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the lovely orgasm though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I’m having a blast anyway!”
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with a handful of male and female students, two middle-aged women, and an elderly gentleman who is sitting by herself at the end of the carriage. All of them are staring at Polly; the students mostly look amused or scornful, but the older women seem horrified.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that old man over there?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly is in the living room, doing her exercises – you know, stretching and yoga and whatnot. She pauses, clutching her abdomen, then she sinks to all fours and has an accident in her undies. At first she is all like ‘Oh my God!’, but then she decides she quite likes how it feels, and she starts playing with herself. She brings herself off, and then falls asleep on the sofa. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a pair of white panties and a sports bra, which Polly puts on while Nigel describes the scene to her.
As he films Polly, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The two women, whose anxious eyes have not left Polly for an instant, gasp in horror as they see her panties begin to fill up. “What are you doing, you silly girl?” one of them exclaims.
“Perhaps she’s on a dare?” suggests one of the female students, looking rather revolted.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
As the smell gets worse, the students and the middle-aged women move down to the far end of the carriage, holding their noses and commenting loudly. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the elderly man and smiles at him. The man, who is at least eighty years old, grins hungrily at Polly’s breasts and panties, revealing a mouth almost entirely devoid of teeth.
Polly leans back and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
The man cackles with lecherous glee. “Oh, yes!” he exclaims eagerly, licking his lips and rocking back and forth in his seat. “Play with yourself, girl – give it a good fingering! Hehehe!”
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the old man whoops joyfully then erupts into wheezing laughter, Polly slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged women and the students further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and one of the women talks loudly about how Polly is making a fool of herself, using phrases like “that girl’s parents...” and “ought to be ashamed...”.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them at the old man in front of her, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
The old man giggles in delight as he puts Polly’s panties to his face and sniffs them deeply. “Thank you, thank you!” he calls after her. “I shall treasure these!”
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the elderly man. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds her a gold bikini costume for her to wear – a copy of Princess Leia’s ‘slave’ outfit from Return of the Jedi – and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off the costume. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses and shedding the top half of her outfit as directed by Nigel. When he asks her to remove the bottom half as well, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
Polly looks a little anxious about this. “Um, I hope he’s not going to...”
“Don’t worry,” Nigel assures her, “he’s just posing with you. There won’t be any penetration.”
“Okay,” says Polly, relieved.
The poses do get rather risqué, however, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In the final pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. To Polly’s relief, however, he pulls away after Nigel takes a couple of photos.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, her white panties beautifully displayed. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s panty-clad bottom.
“Adolf!” you growl.
“I’ll have a Coke please,” says Adolf more loudly, and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Whoa,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and begins stroking her pussy, making her squeal.
“Adolf!” you exclaim.
“Polly doesn’t mind,” says Adolf with a grin, as he slides one finger into her vagina. “Do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection.
As he positions it at the opening of Polly’s vagina, clearly intending to plunge it inside her, you decide that...
You don’t want Polly to have sex with anyone but you.
It would be quite exciting to watch another man fucking Polly.
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out towards Polly’s panties. “Mind if I take a look at the poo inside...?”
Polly’s eyes widen, and you...
Say “No, Adolf! Keep your hands to yourself, please!”
Watch with interest to see what Polly will do.
“Adolf!” you growl. “Fingers only.”
“Oh fine,” says Adolf grumpily, tucking his penis away. He continues to finger-fuck Polly until she cries out in orgasmic bliss and collapses into a lying position.
Adolf cackles as he pulls his fingers out of her, and licks them clean. “You’re welcome, Polly!” he says gleefully.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
With wide eyes and growing arousal, you watch as Adolf removes his fingers from Polly’s vagina and shoves his erection in. Polly gasps, and you guess that she knows what has happened, but as Adolf begins thrusting energetically, her moans of pleasure get louder, until she squeals in an intense orgasm. Adolf continues to fuck her until he climaxes with a groan, pumping his sperm into your girlfriend. Then he pulls out, and Polly collapses into a lying position, with semen visibly leaking from her vagina.
After a minute or so, Polly pushes herself up on to her hands and knees. Then she backs out from beneath the desk, gets up, and hands Adolf and Colin their drinks, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thank you Polly,” says Colin innocently.
“Thank you Polly,” says Adolf, grinning lecherously.
“You’re welcome,” says Polly, a little awkwardly. Then she hands you your lager, sits down, and the game resumes.
After an hour and a half of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you liked seeing another man fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was very exciting.”
“Would you want to see that again?” she asks.
“Do you want to do it again?” you inquire with a smile.
Polly giggles. “If you’re happy about it, then yes!” she says. “God, what a slut I’ve become!”
You laugh, and say, “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“All right all right,” says Adolf, holding his hands up. “I’ll just look, then, and not touch.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
Polly grunts with effort, strains again, and pushes out some more poo. Then she relaxes. “There,” she says. “Any more, and it’ll start coming out of my panties.”
“Amazing,” says Adolf, admiring the melon-sized bulge.
Polly wins most of the ensuing races, partly because neither you nor Colin can resist sneaking glances at her bulging panties from time to time, with frequently disastrous results for your ships.
After a couple of hours of playing Planet Run and other games, Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks again for the lovely view.”
“Yeah,” agrees Adolf. “And if you get bored of this guy and want some rough, filthy, German sex, give me a call.”
“Adolf!” you exclaim. “For fuck’s sake!”
Polly giggles. “Thanks for the offer, Adolf, but you probably shouldn’t hold your breath,” she says.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Ah Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun!”
As she walks, Polly’s bulging panties are sagging very far below the hem of her dress, but fortunately her ‘accident’ does not attract much attention aside from a few puzzled looks.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Um, okay,” says Polly shyly, and then her eyes widen as Adolf pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open as he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties for the unnecessarily long time it takes her to pick up the ball.
A few points later, while conversing casually with Jeff and standing just two feet away from him, she casually pulls her panties down and steps out of them. Jeff’s face becomes a picture of delight as he gazes lustfully at her naked pussy.
After a couple more singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly.
Outside, Polly’s nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
Polly gulps, and pulls you back towards the stairs. “Told you it was a mistake,” she mutters.
As you reach the front door, you turn towards her. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
Polly pouts in disappointment. “What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “We’ve worked out my wages, and it’s not a lot, but I’m likely to pick up some good tips. Besides, it’s rather exciting to be a naked waitress!”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; the professor is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she grins as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply. “And the professor saw you ... but didn’t say anything!”
Polly giggles. “Awesome!” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns in a fresh pair of panties and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly. Neil, fumbling with the zip of his jeans with his free hand, pulls out his already erect penis, and smears it with Polly’s juices. Then he slides it slowly into her vagina, while Polly gasps with excitement. “Yes!” she whispers. “Fuck me!”
Neil looks at you uncertainly, but as you smile at him in encouragement, he grins and begins thrusting hard inside Polly. Her moans escalate in pitch and volume, and you look around anxiously. Neil increases the pace of his thrusts, and Polly arches her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his wilting penis.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a few of the lads are pausing to slip a hand into the back of Polly’s panties whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she does not seem to mind this at all; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at each one of them as he slides his fingers into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Soon, barely a moment goes by when one lad or another is not finger-fucking Polly. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties down, takes out his cock, and slides it into her vagina. A cheer goes up as he fucks her with youthful energy and enthusiasm.
After he climaxes inside her and then withdraws his penis, Polly stands up straight and steps out of her panties. With a little giggle, she says breathlessly, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on!”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers and penises fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and cock after cock plunges into her vagina, fucks her for a couple of minutes, then spills its semen and pulls out. Polly surrenders herself to the gangbang, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Stop this right now, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of panic. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly excitedly, climbing down from the table with semen pouring out of her vagina. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was wild!” she replies with a shiver. “Scary, almost ... but fun, yes.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Since her bulging panties are her only item of clothing, they could hardly be more obvious. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “Just go and clean up, all right?”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good grief, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “I’m sorry, but this is the last straw – your behaviour has become intolerable! Please go to the Principal’s office at once! I imagine this is the end of the road for you, young lady!”
“Hey wait a minute!” you protest.
“You too!” says the professor. “I know you’ve been putting her up to it!”
You gulp. Suddenly the future of your own education seems in jeopardy. But at least you and Polly can face it together. You get to your feet and walk with Polly out of the room, out of the building, and across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good grief, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “I’m sorry, but this is the last straw – your behaviour has become intolerable! Please go to the Principal’s office at once! I imagine this is the end of the road for you, young lady!”
“Hey wait a minute!” you protest.
“You too!” says the professor. “I know you’ve been putting her up to it!”
You gulp. Suddenly the future of your own education seems in jeopardy. But at least you and Polly can face it together. You get to your feet and walk with Polly out of the room, out of the building, and across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to the Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
Les finger-fucks her for a few moments, then he unzips his trousers, pulls out his erect penis, and sinks it deep into Polly’s vagina, causing her to squeal with excitement. “Ohh, yes please!” she exclaims.
As Les fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
With a groan, Les climaxes inside Polly. He pulls out of her, tucks his cock away, and then changes places with Gordon. As he slides his own erection into Polly’s vagina, Gordon grins and winks at you. He begins thrusting, and Polly moans with pleasure.
Soon she is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
Gordon pulls out of her, pushes her knees back a little further, then eases his semen-lubed cock into her anus. Polly coos with delight as he vigorously fucks her rectum. Two minutes later, he grunts and shudders as he deposits his semen deep in her bowels. Then, panting, he pulls out of her and puts his penis away.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the wonderful sex though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and giggles. “I’m such a slut!” she remarks happily.
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with a well-dressed middle-aged man, a couple in their thirties, and a handful of teenaged boys and girls. All are staring at Polly except for the well-dressed man, who politely averts his gaze.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that old chap?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly’s doing the dishes, when she gets the urge to poop. Rather than stop what she’s doing, she decides to fill her panties then and there. This gets her excited, and she plays with herself. She brings herself off, and then goes back to doing the dishes. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a minidress and panties, which she puts on along with a rather ill-fitting pair of shoes.
Nigel describes the scene to her, and, as he films her, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The teenagers, whose eyes have not left Polly for an instant, gasp in shock as they see her panties begin to fill up, and it does not take long for them to find their voices. “Gross!” “Ugh that’s disgusting!” “What a dirty skank!”
Then their disgust partly gives way to amazement. “Where’s it all coming from?” one lad wonders aloud.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
Holding their noses, the teens and the young couple all make their way to the far end of the carriage, to get as far away from the smell as possible. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the middle-aged man and smiles at him. He glances at her, clears his throat, and returns to his newspaper.
Polly leans back, and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
The man glances up from his paper again, and his eyes widen. He attempts to continue reading, but his glances become more and more frequent and prolonged; clearly he is enjoying the view.
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the man watches with his jaw dropping in awe, she slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
The man pulls out a handkerchief and wipes his brow. Meanwhile, the teenagers and the young couple further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and a couple of the boys venture closer for a better view.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them over the top of the middle-aged man’s newspaper, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the well-dressed man. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds a schoolgirl outfit for her to wear, and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off items of clothing. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses while shedding clothes as directed by Nigel. When he finally asks her to remove her panties, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
“All right!” says Brian happily, and he hurriedly disrobes.
The poses quickly get rather risqué, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In one pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. After a couple of photos in this position, he even pushes it in a little. When Polly does not object, he slides it in further and further, until the full length of his shaft is buried inside her.
“Fantastic!” exclaims Nigel. “Let’s try it doggy-style next...”
From then on, every pose that Nigel requests involves Brian’s penis being partly or fully inside Polly ... at first in her vagina, but later, as often as not, in her anus. In between shots, Brian gently thrusts his cock in and out of her, and is delighted that she seems perfectly fine with this.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily.
“Thank Christ!” says Brian, immediately increasing the pace and vigour of his thrusting. “Sorry Polly, but I just have to finish off inside you!”
“Perfectly understandable,” says Polly, and she wraps her legs around his back and cuddles him until, with a groan, he ejaculates inside her.
“Thank you Polly,” says Nigel, once she has extricated herself from beneath Brian’s exhausted form. “You’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, beautifully displaying her panty-clad buttocks. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s bottom. Then he says more loudly, “I’ll have a Coke please,” and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Lovely,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and slides one finger into her vagina. “You don’t mind if I do this, do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection. With a gleeful chuckle, he removed his fingers, and rams his cock into Polly’s vagina.
“Oh gosh!” gasps Polly.
You watch, fascinated, as Adolf fucks your girlfriend; somehow he manages to make sex seem maximally disgusting and perverse. Perhaps it is the leisurely manner in which he uses his erection in and out of her, as if he is savouring each thrust as an individual act of defilement. He certainly seems in no hurry to reach his orgasm.
Eventually he stops. “Hop on the bed, Polly,” he says. “Colin, get your dick out – I want you to fuck Polly’s cunt while I come in her arse.”
“Whoa!” you say. “If Polly’s getting double-teamed, then I need...
To be one of the participants.”
Popcorn or something.”
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out and pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Fair enough,” says Adolf with a grin. “You take her cunt; I’ll take her arse.”
“Aww!” says Colin grumpily.
Polly giggles as she takes off her panties and climbs on to the bed. “Come on then, lads!” she says.
You quickly disrobe, and lie down on the bed next to Polly. She swings her leg over you, sits up, and directs your penis into her vagina as she lowers herself on to it. Then she bends forward to lie on top of you, and Adolf kneels on the bed behind her. Polly shivers as his cock penetrates her anus. “Oh this is good!” she gasps.
Adolf begins fucking her rectum, and you match his motions with pelvic thrusts of your own. Polly becomes more and more excited, with two penises sliding in and out of her, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a powerful orgasm.
“Ohhh ... ohhh ... yeahhh!!” exclaims Adolf, arching his back as he pumps his semen into Polly’s rectum. Polly’s vagina clenches, gripping your penis, and this pushes you over the edge; you groan with pleasure as you ejaculate inside Polly.
“All right Colin,” says Adolf, climbing off the bed. “Your turn.”
Polly rolls off you, allowing you to get up off the bed, and Colin eagerly strips off below the waist and climbs on top of Polly. She seems quite willing to let Colin stick his erection inside her, while you and Adolf have a game of Planet Run.
As soon as Colin has climaxed, however, Adolf returns to the bed, and spends the next hour fingering Polly’s vagina and anus while you and Colin play video games. Eventually Polly says, “Well this has been lots of fun, but I should really be heading home.” She gets up and puts her panties back on.
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Colin laughs. “Sorry mate – I don’t have any popcorn. Help yourself to some Jaffa cakes though.” He strips off his jeans and rather shabby underpants, leaving his socks on, then he climbs on to the bed and lies down on his back.
Polly giggles excitedly as she takes off her panties and climbs on top of Colin, straddling his hips. With a quick glance at you to reassure herself that you are okay with this, she reaches down, takes hold of Colin’s pudgy erection, and guides it into her vagina. As she begins to bounce up and down on it, you grab a Jaffa cake and munch on it as you watch the action.
Adolf, having climbed on to the bed behind Polly, takes her by the shoulders and pushes her forwards, so that she lies down on top of Colin. Then, spitting copious quantities of phlegmy saliva into his palm, he lubricates his erection and slides it smoothly into Polly’s anus.
It is strangely erotic experience to sit here and eat your way through a pack of Jaffa cakes while your two best friends fuck your girlfriend. Polly seems to be loving it, however, and it is not long before she shudders and moans in a lengthy, intense orgasm. Thrusting inside her vigorously, Colin and Adolf climax too, shooting their semen into her vagina and rectum respectively.
“Planet Run, anyone?” you suggest, but Colin and Adolf seem oddly reluctant to get off the bed. Rearranging themselves so they are all lying on their sides, with Polly in the middle and your friends in front of and behind her, the three of them cuddle together for a while, until Adolf regains enough energy to begin fucking Polly again.
After an hour and a half of being played with and fucked by your friends, Polly says, “Much as I’m loving this, chaps, I should really be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you enjoyed watching your friends fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was wonderfully depraved.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
Your father gives you Bernard’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He seems happy to meet with you and Polly, and sets up an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this interview?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on a tight black microskirt that barely covers Polly’s white panties, and a slightly transparent white blouse, unbuttoned to below her breasts, with no bra beneath. Smart black high-heeled shoes complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the offices of Steele and Wilson, the accounting firm at which Bernard is a partner. A disapproving receptionist directs you to Bernard’s office, where you knock on the door.
“Come in!” calls Bernard, then “Wow!” he says, staring at Polly. He recovers quickly, and turns to you with a smile. “Nice to see you again – I think Rick and Rosie’s thirtieth wedding anniversary party was the last time we saw each other, wasn’t it? And it’s lovely to meet you, Polly.”
“Thank you for giving us this opportunity, Bernard,” you say. “How would you like to do this?”
“Well, take a seat, both of you,” says Bernard, “and I’ll just ask you a few questions...”
You and Polly sit down and answer Bernard’s questions, which mainly concern your abilities and experience with various pieces of computer software. You feel your answers are generally better than Polly’s, but you cannot help noticing that Bernard is very distracted by Polly’s legs, and it occurs to you that he can probably see her panties from where he is sitting.
After a while, Bernard says, “It’s a little hard to focus on both of you at once. Do you mind if I have a little one-on-one time with each of you?”
“Not at all,” you say. “Shall I step outside for a few minutes so you can chat with Polly?”
“Yes, please, that would be great,” says Bernard.
You smile at Polly, and say, “See you in a bit.”
Outside his office, you put your ear to the door, and you hear Bernard say, “That skirt’s frightfully short, Polly...”
You head to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea; you figure Bernard will be taking his time with Polly. Five minutes later, you go back and listen at his door again.
This time you hear, “I’m so sorry, Polly – that was extremely unprofessional of me. I don’t know what came over me.”
Then you hear Polly reply, “It’s absolutely fine, Bernard – I didn’t mind it at all. Actually, I quite enjoy having my bottom squeezed.”
You chuckle to yourself, and return to the kitchen to sit down with your tea. After another ten minutes, you wander back to Bernard’s office for another listen. This time, you hear the sounds of Bernard uttering rhythmic grunts, and Polly moaning with pleasure. You wait until the sounds have peaked in volume and then died down, and then you knock on the door.
“Uh ... just a minute!” says Bernard in a panicked voice. “Quick, Polly!”
You smirk, and open the door in time to see Polly, naked, climbing off the desk while Bernard tucks his shirt back into his trousers. He looks up at you anxiously.
“Relax,” you tell him. “Should I just assume Polly’s got the job?”
Bernard chuckles. “If she wants it,” he says, “I’d be delighted to have her working for me.”
“In that case, I accept,” says Polly.
“Excellent!” says Bernard happily. “Can you start tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” says Polly.
Once you have left the building with Polly, you turn to her and kiss her. “Well I guess your job’s taken care of,” you say. “Still no idea what I’m going to do.”
“Why not try a job agency?” suggests Polly.
You nod. “I suppose I have plenty of computer skills to offer. I’ll be fine, I’m sure. But how about you? I suppose daily sex with the boss will be part of your job description?”
Polly blushes. “It looks that way,” she says. “Are you all right with that?”
You nod. “Sure,” you tell her. Then you sigh, and hold her close. “I love you, Polly, my darling.”
“I love you too,” she replies happily.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Your father gives you Kenneth’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He is surprised and delighted to hear from you, and he invites you both to come and visit his warehouse for an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this warehouse visit?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on one of Polly’s radically shortened sundresses – a blue low-cut sundress with a low neckline – with no bra beneath. White panties just peeping below the hemline, and a pair of white trainers, complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the warehouse that Kenneth Linney runs. When you enter the office, you find your godfather arguing with one of his employees. You politely wait to be noticed.
Kenneth glances your way, then double-takes as he sees Polly. “Blimey!” he says. “This your girlfriend, then? You’ve done well, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” you reply, beaming with pride. “Kenneth, this is Polly. Polly, Kenneth.”
“Pleased to meet you,” says Kenneth, grinning at Polly’s hemline. “This is my day shift supervisor, Liam.”
Liam is also transfixed by Polly’s peeping panties. “Hi,” he says.
“Polly, you’re hired,” says Kenneth, and he guffaws loudly. Then he turns to you and adds, “You’ll have to interview.” Then he laughs again. “Only joking. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
He takes you on a tour of the warehouse – or rather warehouses – and you walk past forklift drivers who stop and stare at Polly in amazed delight.
“We have one temporary clerical position to fill,” says Kenneth, “and we need one forklift driver. I don’t suppose either of you has any forklift experience?” When you and Polly both shake your heads, he says, “No problem – we can train you in no time.”
“I’d be happy to learn how to drive a forklift,” says Polly.
“And I have good computer skills,” you add.
“Well I assumed it would be the other way around, but good for you, Polly!” says Kenneth. He beckons to a nearby forklift driver, who eagerly drives up in his truck. Kenneth introduces you and Polly, then says, “Ozzie’s one of our better FLT drivers. Oscar, do you want to let Polly have a little go?”
“Ooh yes please!” says Polly.
Oscar – a well-built and rather good-looking man in his thirties – dismounts from the truck, and Polly climbs on. Sitting with her knees well apart, she listens carefully to Oscar’s instructions, while he takes several long glances at her very exposed panties.
“Not shy, is she, your Polly?” remarks Kenneth in amusement.
“Nope,” you agree.
Polly puts her foot down, and suddenly the forklift lurches backwards at speed. “Brake! Brake!” yells Oscar. The truck comes to a stop just inches from a stack of empty pallets.
“Sorry!” exclaims Polly. “It’s possibly a little soon for me to be going solo.”
“Well there’s only one seat, Polly,” says Kenneth with a chuckle. “It’s not like driving a car – ‘solo’ is how everyone trains.”
“Well it’s a little nerve-wracking,” confesses Polly sheepishly. “Perhaps, I don’t know, I could sit on Oscar’s lap or something?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea!” says Oscar eagerly to Kenneth.
Kenneth laughs. “Sure, give it a go,” he says.
You watch with a smile as Polly moves aside to let Oscar sit down, then settles on to his lap, her knees straddling his. He puts his hands on her waist, then gestures to various controls as he tells her what they do. After the fourth gesture, his right hand returns to her thigh, rather than her waist. Since she does not object to this, the next time it lands a little higher.
“Come on,” says Kenneth to you. “While Polly’s learning about forklifts, I’ll show you the different kinds of products we store.”
“Okay,” you agree, and you follow him out of the warehouse. When you glance back at Polly, she seems to be leaning back against Oscar; her thighs are spread even wider apart, and Oscar’s hand is so far up her thigh that his thumb is practically touching her panties. Meanwhile, his other hand has crept around the front of her torso, and is nuzzling up against the underside of her left breast.
Kenneth spends an hour or so showing you around the other warehouses in the complex, and you try to pay attention, but you cannot help wondering what Polly is doing.
When you return to the warehouse where you left Polly, she is nowhere to be seen, so Kenneth takes you back to the office for an overview of the computers, filing system, and office facilities. After another hour, Polly is still nowhere to be seen, and she is not answering your texts. You begin to get a little worried.
Fortunately, she shows up just after half past four, in the company of three grinning warehouse workers, one of whom pulls his hand from behind her back as he sees his boss. Polly looks rather exhausted as she smiles at you.
The two of you head into the kitchen for a cup of tea, and Polly tells you what happened in the warehouse.
“After you left me with Oscar,” she says, “he was soon cupping the front of my panties with his hand. I didn’t complain, of course – I just asked him what the green button did. He started stroking my pussy through my panties, and he grabbed my left boob with his other hand, and then he put his hand inside my panties and got a finger inside me.
“I stopped asking questions at that point; I just lay back and let him feel me up. When he pulled up my dress to take it off, I raised my arms to help him. Then he pulled my panties down, got his dick out, and pushed it up inside me. And so we had sex – in a few different positions.”
“Awesome,” you say with a smile.
“By this time,” continues Polly, “his friends had started to gather round, and when Oscar had finished inside me, the rest of them started taking turns fucking me. There were, I don’t know, seven or eight of them? Once they’d all come inside either my vagina or my anus, they decided they wanted photos. So they took lots of photos of me naked, getting groped or fingered or even fucked by one or two of them at once – actually three of them, at one point.”
“Wow!” you say. “I’m sorry I missed it!”
“After that,” says Polly, “they decided they should get back to work, but Roy and Sam and Freddy decided to accompany me back to the office. As I came in – I don’t know if you noticed – Sam actually had his hand in the back of my panties, and his finger deep in my rectum. He quickly pulled it out when he saw Kenneth.”
“My goodness!” you say.
A few minutes later, Kenneth enters the kitchen. “Well,” he says, “I have good news. I’m prepared to offer you both temporary jobs, which may become permanent if things go well.”
“Excellent!” you say.
“You’ll be doing clerical work,” Kenneth says to you. “Inventory control, mostly – that’s s big job, but I’m sure you’re up to it. As for you, Polly ... well, driving a forklift may not really be your thing, but the loaders could use someone to do odd jobs around the warehouses – sweeping up messes, hunting down hard-to-find items, and so on.”
You are fairly sure you know what “and so on” will consist of. “That sounds fine,” says Polly. “Thank you!”
“There’s one more thing,” says Kenneth, his cheeks reddening slightly. “These warehouse chaps ... they’re a bit coarse, I’m afraid. And I’m concerned about them saying or doing something that might give you grounds to sue the company on grounds of sexual harassment or whatever.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Polly reassures him. “I don’t mind a bit of harmless groping – boys will be boys! I won’t complain.”
“That’s good!” says Kenneth, relieved. “Would you be willing to sign a waiver to that effect?”
“Sure!” says Polly. “What will it say?”
“Just that you waive your right to complain about inappropriate sexual comments or contact,” says Kenneth.
“That sounds fine,” says Polly. “And ... what about dress code? I wasn’t sure what to wear today, but...”
“What you’re wearing right now is absolutely fine,” says Kenneth fervently.
“Oh good,” says Polly. “What about something shorter, and more see-through? Would that be okay? I have a couple of babydoll negligees that I really like...”
“Yes,” says Kenneth, his cheeks turning very red. “That would be fine.” He pauses, lost in thought, for a few moments, then he clears his throat. “So ... um ... do you have any other questions?”
“Yes,” says Polly. “I’m afraid I have rather poor bowel control, and I keep having accidents in my panties. I used to get terribly mortified and upset about this, but lately, thanks in part to my supportive boyfriend here, I’ve learned to accept these accidents as part of I am, and even to enjoy them when they happen. So my question is this: would it be okay if, whenever I accidentally fill my panties with poo while I’m working in the warehouse, I keep the poo in my panties for a while? Like, I don’t know, an hour or two?”
Kenneth is staring at her, open-mouthed. “Are you serious?” he asks.
“Totally,” says Polly. “I understand, of course, that it’s a huge favour to ask, so if there’s anything you’d like me to do for you in return…”
Kenneth’s eyes widen. “Let’s discuss this in my office,” he says. “Just you and me. With the door closed.”
Polly smiles and says to you, “Will you be okay waiting here while I chat with Kenneth?”
You know what she is really asking, of course, and you reply, “Sure – go ahead.”
She leaves the room with Kenneth, and does not return for over half an hour. “It’s all settled,” she says. “Let’s go home.”
As you walk with her to the bus stop, she tells you what happened with Kenneth. “First, he asked me to take off my dress ... which of course I did. Then he pulled my panties down, and told me to lie back on his desk. I took off my shoes, kicked off my panties, and lay down as he asked. Then, naturally, he gave me a good fucking.
“After he had come inside me, he said I could do a poo in my panties whenever I wanted, as long as I agreed to a couple of conditions.”
“Which were?” you inquire.
“Firstly, he wants to be able to kiss me, feel me up, and have sex with me whenever he wants while I’m at work,” says Polly.
“Seems reasonable,” you reply with a smirk.
“Secondly,” continues Polly, “he requested that on two nights each week (to be chosen by him), I go home with him instead of with you, and spend those nights in his bed.”
“Wow,” you say, taken aback. “He’s pushing his luck, isn’t he?”
Polly nods. “I told him I doubted you would agree to that,” she says. “Plus, I can’t ask you to look after Dad on your own while I’m having sex with your boss at his house. I don’t think it will be a deal-breaker if I refuse that one. Thirdly...”
“Oh, there are more?” you inquire. “I thought he said ‘a couple’...”
“He kept thinking of extra ones,” says Polly with a grin. “Thirdly, he says I am forbidden to have sex with any of the warehouse staff (which includes you I’m afraid), and he will administer bare-bottom spankings in front of his employees if I break that rule.”
“Oh?” you say in surprise. “Sounds like you won’t be having quite so much fun in the warehouse as I imagined.”
“Don’t bet on it,” says Polly with a chuckle. “Fourthly, if a warehouse employee (clerical staff excluded) tries to have sex with me, I must not object or resist in any way.”
“The third and fourth conditions seem amusingly contradictory,” you observe wryly.
“Fifthly, while I’m permitted to fill my panties with poo, Kenneth doesn’t want to encourage me to do so. Therefore, as a disincentive, if I do a poo in my panties, I have to remove my dress and spend the rest of the day in just my panties.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
“Sixthly...”
“Good grief, how many of these conditions are there?” you ask.
“Aren’t you enjoying them?” inquires Polly.
“I am, actually,” you reply. “Please do continue.”
“Sixthly,” says Polly, “I’m allowed only one spare pair of panties. If I have two accidents in one day (which I assured him would be a frequent occurrence), once I’ve cleaned up after the second one I’ll have to remain naked for the rest of the day.”
You laugh. “Oh my goodness, Polly!”
“Seventhly,” she continues, “and this, I promise, is the last one ... I’m only allowed to keep my poo in my panties for one hour before cleaning up.”
“Okay!” you say. “Wow. So ... what are we going to do about number two?”
Polly raises an eyebrow. “I thought we were going to refuse that one?”
“Well,” you say, “it seems a shame to do so – it is, after all, delightfully perverse...”
“But are you really going to be okay with looking after Dad?” she asks in surprise. “Bath time and toilet visits are no picnic...”
“I’ll manage,” you assure her.
Just then, Kenneth walks in. “Have you decided?” he asks Polly.
Polly hesitates. Then, “Yes,” she says. “I accept all of your conditions.”
“Excellent!” he says, taking her in his arms and kissing her. You are surprised, and a little taken aback, by the enthusiasm with which she responds to the kiss. He lifts up her dress, and she raises her arms to help him take it off. Then he pulls her panties down, bends her over the table, and gets out his erection. As he slides it into Polly’s vagina, he turns to you and says, “You might as well head home – Polly’s coming home with me tonight.”
“Really?” you ask, dismayed. “On the very first day?”
“Yup!” says Kenneth, grinning. “So bugger off, there’s a good chap – I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”
With mixed feelings, you leave the office and head to the bus stop. Time will tell if this arrangement will turn out to be exciting or intolerable, but you suppose that if it proves to be the latter, you and Polly can always quit and get other jobs.
Assuming, of course, that Polly wants to...
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. As he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties, she slowly pulls them down, exposing her anus and pussy to his delighted gaze. Then she gasps as Barry reaches out and gently inserts a finger into her vagina.
“Barry!” she says in mock reproach, straightening up and kicking her panties into a corner.
A few points later, while conversing with Jeff, she lifts one foot up on to the arm of his chair, and casually begins to masturbate. Jeff’s grins in delight, then he reached between her legs and worms a finger into her vagina.
“Really Jeff!” she scolds him, without making any attempt to stop him. After a minute or so, however, she puts her foot down and pulls away.
Five points later, however, as Polly is bending over the table to retrieve the ball, Barry gets out of his chair and comes over to stand behind her. He slides two fingers inside her and begins thrusting them in and out. Polly remains bent over, and sighs happily as she closes her eyes.
Then Barry unzips his jeans, pulls out his erection, and slides it into Polly’s vagina. “Barry, you’re a naughty man,” murmurs Polly as he begins fucking her.
Barry takes his time; it is over ten minutes later when he finally groans and grabs Polly’s hips, pulling himself deeper inside her as he pumps her full of his semen. After a two minute cool-down, he withdraws his penis, and Jeff eagerly takes his place.
Jeff finishes more quickly than Barry, but he manages to bring Polly to orgasm by the time he reaches his own. Then he, too, pulls out of her and stands back, grinning happily. “Thanks Polly!” he says.
“You’re welcome!” says Polly, standing up straight. Semen is leaking down the insides of both thighs. “Shall we continue?”
After another singles game, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly, tucking her panties into her bag.
“Naked?” inquires Barry with a grin.
“Sure, why not?” says Polly impishly.
Outside, her nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
“Dad!” Polly snaps, her cheeks turning red with anger. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you think of my clothing choices. If you don’t want me to remain living with you, then fine! I’ll move out, and find a place to live with the man I love.” She puts her arm around you. “But if you want me to stay here, then you’d better get used to me being semi-naked, and you’d better get start treating my boyfriend with respect!”
Her father stares at her with a mixture of surprise and alarm. “Perhaps I ... overreacted,” he says. “Seeing you like this was a bit of a shock.” He turns towards you and says, “I apologise, young man.”
“That’s quite all right, sir,” you reply gallantly. “Totally understandable.”
“No need to call me ‘sir’,” he says with a chuckle. “Damon will be fine.”
“All right, Damon,” you say with a smile.
Damon looks back at Polly, and grimaces. Then he says, “Well, perhaps we should have some dinner. Is it ready yet, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
“Give us some more wine, will you Polly?” he says after a while.
“You’ve had enough, Dad,” she says, pursing her lips.
“Not quite enough to get used to seeing you topless,” he remarks, a little grumpily. “Come on, love, it won’t hurt me to get a little tipsy.”
“All right, fine,” says Polly.
Half an hour later, Damon is rather more than tipsy, and Polly helps him to bed. Then she comes back downstairs and says, “Well, my love, would you like to stay the night?”
“Absolutely!” you say. “But won’t your dad object?”
“Tough luck for him if he does,” she replies with a shrug.
You smile. “Well then, let’s have an early night!”
It is wonderful to finally get to spend a full night with Polly. Her bed is a single, but you manage not to fall out; fortunately you both enjoy snuggling.
In the morning, you and Polly have breakfast, then, still wearing nothing but a pair of panties, Polly fetches her father, who does not look very pleased to see you. He is civil, however, and he asks what you plan to do today.
“Well,” you reply, “I need to get my stuff from Juniper Hall...”
“I’ll help you,” says Polly. “We’ll bring it all back here.”
Damon grunts in annoyance, but he seems to have accepted the idea of you living with him and Polly. “Then what?” he asks. “Are you going to find yourselves jobs?”
You nod. “Yes, I suppose so,” you say.
“Do your parents know you got expelled?” Damon asks.
You shudder. You have so far avoided calling your parents to give them the news. “Not yet,” you admit. “I suppose I should call them now.”
You do so, and endure a wrathful ten-minute lecture from your father. Then he says, “What are you going to do for work?”
“Polly and I are going to look for jobs today,” you tell him.
“Well,” says your father, “I have plenty of contacts in the city. My cousin Bernard is looking for a secretary, I believe, and your godfather Kenneth Linney is always hiring temps at his warehouse. I’m sure we can find you both some work in no time.”
“Thanks Dad,” you say. “Perhaps you could give me...
Bernard’s number?”
Kenneth’s number?”
Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “There is something else I should tell you about, though,” she says a little awkwardly, not quite meeting your eye.
“Oh?” you inquire.
Polly blushes. “Um, Ralph kind of expects me to let him fuck me every day,” she says. “Actually, he’s fucked me twice already today.”
“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Well, I guess that’s fine with me. Just don’t leave me for him, okay?”
Polly laughs. “Not likely!” she says. “But ... um ... there’s something else. He says he might sometimes invite friends around, and he’d like me to let them fuck me, too.”
“Really?” you say, raising an eyebrow.
“And,” says Polly, hanging her head, “he made a point of saying they would be paying him for it.”
“So he wants to pimp you out,” you say. “He wants you to be a prostitute.”
“Yes,” says Polly in a small voice. “What do you think?”
“What did you tell him?” you ask. “I mean, did you agree to it?”
“Um,” says Polly, staring at the floor. “I ... I’m afraid I told him he could give me to anyone he wants.”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
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The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; the professor is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she grins as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply. “And the professor saw you ... but didn’t say anything!”
Polly giggles. “Awesome!” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns in a fresh pair of panties and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly. Neil, fumbling with the zip of his jeans with his free hand, pulls out his already erect penis, and smears it with Polly’s juices. Then he slides it slowly into her vagina, while Polly gasps with excitement. “Yes!” she whispers. “Fuck me!”
Neil looks at you uncertainly, but as you smile at him in encouragement, he grins and begins thrusting hard inside Polly. Her moans escalate in pitch and volume, and you look around anxiously. Neil increases the pace of his thrusts, and Polly arches her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his wilting penis.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a few of the lads are pausing to slip a hand into the back of Polly’s panties whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she does not seem to mind this at all; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at each one of them as he slides his fingers into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Soon, barely a moment goes by when one lad or another is not finger-fucking Polly. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties down, takes out his cock, and slides it into her vagina. A cheer goes up as he fucks her with youthful energy and enthusiasm.
After he climaxes inside her and then withdraws his penis, Polly stands up straight and steps out of her panties. With a little giggle, she says breathlessly, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on!”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers and penises fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and cock after cock plunges into her vagina, fucks her for a couple of minutes, then spills its semen and pulls out. Polly surrenders herself to the gangbang, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Stop this right now, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of panic. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly excitedly, climbing down from the table with semen pouring out of her vagina. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was wild!” she replies with a shiver. “Scary, almost ... but fun, yes.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles happily. “Sure!” she says.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
“What the devil are you doing?” demands a fierce voice.
You and Polly turn to see old Professor Dinsmore glaring at Polly’s panties. “Oh shit,” you mutter. Dinsmore, a Classics professor, is notoriously conservative.
“What an obscene display!” he barks. “How dare you? Get yourselves over to the Principal’s office, at once! Both of you!”
You gulp. Suddenly the future of your own education seems in jeopardy. But at least you and Polly can face it together. With a muttered apology, you get to your feet and then help Polly up. As Dinsmore’s beady eyes follow you, you and Polly walk across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to the Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
Les finger-fucks her for a few moments, then he unzips his trousers, pulls out his erect penis, and sinks it deep into Polly’s vagina, causing her to squeal with excitement. “Ohh, yes please!” she exclaims.
As Les fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
With a groan, Les climaxes inside Polly. He pulls out of her, tucks his cock away, and then changes places with Gordon. As he slides his own erection into Polly’s vagina, Gordon grins and winks at you. He begins thrusting, and Polly moans with pleasure.
Soon she is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
Gordon pulls out of her, pushes her knees back a little further, then eases his semen-lubed cock into her anus. Polly coos with delight as he vigorously fucks her rectum. Two minutes later, he grunts and shudders as he deposits his semen deep in her bowels. Then, panting, he pulls out of her and puts his penis away.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the wonderful sex though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and giggles. “I’m such a slut!” she remarks happily.
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with an elderly couple, a trio of young women dressed for clubbing, and a zit-afflicted teenage boy who is sitting on his own. All are staring at Polly.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that young lad over there?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly’s lying on the sofa, chatting on her phone, when she gets the urge to poop. Rather than stop what she’s doing, she decides to fill her panties then and there. This gets her excited, and she plays with herself. She brings herself off, and then goes back to doing the dishes. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a t-shirt, miniskirt, and panties, which she puts on along with a rather ill-fitting pair of shoes.
Nigel describes the scene to her, and, as he films her, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The young women, whose scornful eyes have not left Polly for an instant, gasp in shock as they see her panties begin to fill up, and it does not take long for them to find their voices. “Revolting!” “I’ve never seen anything so nasty...” “Find a toilet, you slag!”
Then their disgust partly gives way to amazement. “That’s just wrong ... how is that even possible?” one girl wonders aloud.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
Holding their noses, the young women and the elderly couple all make their way to the far end of the carriage, to get as far away from the smell as possible. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the spotty young lad and smiles at him. He grins, embarrassed, and fidgets with his hands.
Polly leans back, and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
The lad’s eyes widen as he stares at Polly’s panties. He squirms in his seat and adjusts his crotch; clearly he is enjoying the view.
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the boy watches with his jaw dropping in awe, she slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
The lad now sticks his hand inside the front of his jeans, and begins to play with himself. Meanwhile, the young women and the old couple further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and a couple of the women hurl some acerbic comments at Polly.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them at the young man in front of her, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the awestruck pizza-faced lad. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds a short and sexy blue cocktail dress for her to wear, and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off items of clothing. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses and shedding her dress when directed by Nigel. When he asks her to remove her panties as well, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
“All right!” says Brian happily, and he hurriedly disrobes.
The poses quickly get rather risqué, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In one pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. After a couple of photos in this position, he even pushes it in a little. When Polly does not object, he slides it in further and further, until the full length of his shaft is buried inside her.
“Fantastic!” exclaims Nigel. “Let’s try it doggy-style next...”
From then on, every pose that Nigel requests involves Brian’s penis being partly or fully inside Polly ... at first in her vagina, but later, as often as not, in her anus. In between shots, Brian gently thrusts his cock in and out of her, and is delighted that she seems perfectly fine with this.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily.
“Thank Christ!” says Brian, immediately increasing the pace and vigour of his thrusting. “Sorry Polly, but I just have to finish off inside you!”
“Perfectly understandable,” says Polly, and she wraps her legs around his back and cuddles him until, with a groan, he ejaculates inside her.
“Thank you Polly,” says Nigel, once she has extricated herself from beneath Brian’s exhausted form. “You’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, beautifully displaying her panty-clad buttocks. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s bottom. Then he says more loudly, “I’ll have a Coke please,” and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Lovely,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and slides one finger into her vagina. “You don’t mind if I do this, do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection. With a gleeful chuckle, he removed his fingers, and rams his cock into Polly’s vagina.
“Oh gosh!” gasps Polly.
You watch, fascinated, as Adolf fucks your girlfriend; somehow he manages to make sex seem maximally disgusting and perverse. Perhaps it is the leisurely manner in which he uses his erection in and out of her, as if he is savouring each thrust as an individual act of defilement. He certainly seems in no hurry to reach his orgasm.
Eventually he stops. “Hop on the bed, Polly,” he says. “Colin, get your dick out – I want you to fuck Polly’s cunt while I come in her arse.”
“Whoa!” you say. “If Polly’s getting double-teamed, then I need...
To be one of the participants.”
Popcorn or something.”
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out and pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Fair enough,” says Adolf with a grin. “You take her cunt; I’ll take her arse.”
“Aww!” says Colin grumpily.
Polly giggles as she takes off her panties and climbs on to the bed. “Come on then, lads!” she says.
You quickly disrobe, and lie down on the bed next to Polly. She swings her leg over you, sits up, and directs your penis into her vagina as she lowers herself on to it. Then she bends forward to lie on top of you, and Adolf kneels on the bed behind her. Polly shivers as his cock penetrates her anus. “Oh this is good!” she gasps.
Adolf begins fucking her rectum, and you match his motions with pelvic thrusts of your own. Polly becomes more and more excited, with two penises sliding in and out of her, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a powerful orgasm.
“Ohhh ... ohhh ... yeahhh!!” exclaims Adolf, arching his back as he pumps his semen into Polly’s rectum. Polly’s vagina clenches, gripping your penis, and this pushes you over the edge; you groan with pleasure as you ejaculate inside Polly.
“All right Colin,” says Adolf, climbing off the bed. “Your turn.”
Polly rolls off you, allowing you to get up off the bed, and Colin eagerly strips off below the waist and climbs on top of Polly. She seems quite willing to let Colin stick his erection inside her, while you and Adolf have a game of Planet Run.
As soon as Colin has climaxed, however, Adolf returns to the bed, and spends the next hour fingering Polly’s vagina and anus while you and Colin play video games. Eventually Polly says, “Well this has been lots of fun, but I should really be heading home.” She gets up and puts her panties back on.
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Colin laughs. “Sorry mate – I don’t have any popcorn. Help yourself to some Jaffa cakes though.” He strips off his jeans and rather shabby underpants, leaving his socks on, then he climbs on to the bed and lies down on his back.
Polly giggles excitedly as she takes off her panties and climbs on top of Colin, straddling his hips. With a quick glance at you to reassure herself that you are okay with this, she reaches down, takes hold of Colin’s pudgy erection, and guides it into her vagina. As she begins to bounce up and down on it, you grab a Jaffa cake and munch on it as you watch the action.
Adolf, having climbed on to the bed behind Polly, takes her by the shoulders and pushes her forwards, so that she lies down on top of Colin. Then, spitting copious quantities of phlegmy saliva into his palm, he lubricates his erection and slides it smoothly into Polly’s anus.
It is strangely erotic experience to sit here and eat your way through a pack of Jaffa cakes while your two best friends fuck your girlfriend. Polly seems to be loving it, however, and it is not long before she shudders and moans in a lengthy, intense orgasm. Thrusting inside her vigorously, Colin and Adolf climax too, shooting their semen into her vagina and rectum respectively.
“Planet Run, anyone?” you suggest, but Colin and Adolf seem oddly reluctant to get off the bed. Rearranging themselves so they are all lying on their sides, with Polly in the middle and your friends in front of and behind her, the three of them cuddle together for a while, until Adolf regains enough energy to begin fucking Polly again.
After an hour and a half of being played with and fucked by your friends, Polly says, “Much as I’m loving this, chaps, I should really be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you enjoyed watching your friends fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was wonderfully depraved.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
Your father gives you Bernard’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He seems happy to meet with you and Polly, and sets up an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this interview?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on a tight black microskirt that barely covers Polly’s white panties, and a slightly transparent white blouse, unbuttoned to below her breasts, with no bra beneath. Smart black high-heeled shoes complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the offices of Steele and Wilson, the accounting firm at which Bernard is a partner. A disapproving receptionist directs you to Bernard’s office, where you knock on the door.
“Come in!” calls Bernard, then “Wow!” he says, staring at Polly. He recovers quickly, and turns to you with a smile. “Nice to see you again – I think Rick and Rosie’s thirtieth wedding anniversary party was the last time we saw each other, wasn’t it? And it’s lovely to meet you, Polly.”
“Thank you for giving us this opportunity, Bernard,” you say. “How would you like to do this?”
“Well, take a seat, both of you,” says Bernard, “and I’ll just ask you a few questions...”
You and Polly sit down and answer Bernard’s questions, which mainly concern your abilities and experience with various pieces of computer software. You feel your answers are generally better than Polly’s, but you cannot help noticing that Bernard is very distracted by Polly’s legs, and it occurs to you that he can probably see her panties from where he is sitting.
After a while, Bernard says, “It’s a little hard to focus on both of you at once. Do you mind if I have a little one-on-one time with each of you?”
“Not at all,” you say. “Shall I step outside for a few minutes so you can chat with Polly?”
“Yes, please, that would be great,” says Bernard.
You smile at Polly, and say, “See you in a bit.”
Outside his office, you put your ear to the door, and you hear Bernard say, “That skirt’s frightfully short, Polly...”
You head to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea; you figure Bernard will be taking his time with Polly. Five minutes later, you go back and listen at his door again.
This time you hear, “I’m so sorry, Polly – that was extremely unprofessional of me. I don’t know what came over me.”
Then you hear Polly reply, “It’s absolutely fine, Bernard – I didn’t mind it at all. Actually, I quite enjoy having my bottom squeezed.”
You chuckle to yourself, and return to the kitchen to sit down with your tea. After another ten minutes, you wander back to Bernard’s office for another listen. This time, you hear the sounds of Bernard uttering rhythmic grunts, and Polly moaning with pleasure. You wait until the sounds have peaked in volume and then died down, and then you knock on the door.
“Uh ... just a minute!” says Bernard in a panicked voice. “Quick, Polly!”
You smirk, and open the door in time to see Polly, naked, climbing off the desk while Bernard tucks his shirt back into his trousers. He looks up at you anxiously.
“Relax,” you tell him. “Should I just assume Polly’s got the job?”
Bernard chuckles. “If she wants it,” he says, “I’d be delighted to have her working for me.”
“In that case, I accept,” says Polly.
“Excellent!” says Bernard happily. “Can you start tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” says Polly.
Once you have left the building with Polly, you turn to her and kiss her. “Well I guess your job’s taken care of,” you say. “Still no idea what I’m going to do.”
“Why not try a job agency?” suggests Polly.
You nod. “I suppose I have plenty of computer skills to offer. I’ll be fine, I’m sure. But how about you? I suppose daily sex with the boss will be part of your job description?”
Polly blushes. “It looks that way,” she says. “Are you all right with that?”
You nod. “Sure,” you tell her. Then you sigh, and hold her close. “I love you, Polly, my darling.”
“I love you too,” she replies happily.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Your father gives you Kenneth’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He is surprised and delighted to hear from you, and he invites you both to come and visit his warehouse for an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this warehouse visit?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on one of Polly’s radically shortened sundresses – a blue low-cut sundress with a low neckline – with no bra beneath. White panties just peeping below the hemline, and a pair of white trainers, complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the warehouse that Kenneth Linney runs. When you enter the office, you find your godfather arguing with one of his employees. You politely wait to be noticed.
Kenneth glances your way, then double-takes as he sees Polly. “Blimey!” he says. “This your girlfriend, then? You’ve done well, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” you reply, beaming with pride. “Kenneth, this is Polly. Polly, Kenneth.”
“Pleased to meet you,” says Kenneth, grinning at Polly’s hemline. “This is my day shift supervisor, Liam.”
Liam is also transfixed by Polly’s peeping panties. “Hi,” he says.
“Polly, you’re hired,” says Kenneth, and he guffaws loudly. Then he turns to you and adds, “You’ll have to interview.” Then he laughs again. “Only joking. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
He takes you on a tour of the warehouse – or rather warehouses – and you walk past forklift drivers who stop and stare at Polly in amazed delight.
“We have one temporary clerical position to fill,” says Kenneth, “and we need one forklift driver. I don’t suppose either of you has any forklift experience?” When you and Polly both shake your heads, he says, “No problem – we can train you in no time.”
“I’d be happy to learn how to drive a forklift,” says Polly.
“And I have good computer skills,” you add.
“Well I assumed it would be the other way around, but good for you, Polly!” says Kenneth. He beckons to a nearby forklift driver, who eagerly drives up in his truck. Kenneth introduces you and Polly, then says, “Ozzie’s one of our better FLT drivers. Oscar, do you want to let Polly have a little go?”
“Ooh yes please!” says Polly.
Oscar – a well-built and rather good-looking man in his thirties – dismounts from the truck, and Polly climbs on. Sitting with her knees well apart, she listens carefully to Oscar’s instructions, while he takes several long glances at her very exposed panties.
“Not shy, is she, your Polly?” remarks Kenneth in amusement.
“Nope,” you agree.
Polly puts her foot down, and suddenly the forklift lurches backwards at speed. “Brake! Brake!” yells Oscar. The truck comes to a stop just inches from a stack of empty pallets.
“Sorry!” exclaims Polly. “It’s possibly a little soon for me to be going solo.”
“Well there’s only one seat, Polly,” says Kenneth with a chuckle. “It’s not like driving a car – ‘solo’ is how everyone trains.”
“Well it’s a little nerve-wracking,” confesses Polly sheepishly. “Perhaps, I don’t know, I could sit on Oscar’s lap or something?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea!” says Oscar eagerly to Kenneth.
Kenneth laughs. “Sure, give it a go,” he says.
You watch with a smile as Polly moves aside to let Oscar sit down, then settles on to his lap, her knees straddling his. He puts his hands on her waist, then gestures to various controls as he tells her what they do. After the fourth gesture, his right hand returns to her thigh, rather than her waist. Since she does not object to this, the next time it lands a little higher.
“Come on,” says Kenneth to you. “While Polly’s learning about forklifts, I’ll show you the different kinds of products we store.”
“Okay,” you agree, and you follow him out of the warehouse. When you glance back at Polly, she seems to be leaning back against Oscar; her thighs are spread even wider apart, and Oscar’s hand is so far up her thigh that his thumb is practically touching her panties. Meanwhile, his other hand has crept around the front of her torso, and is nuzzling up against the underside of her left breast.
Kenneth spends an hour or so showing you around the other warehouses in the complex, and you try to pay attention, but you cannot help wondering what Polly is doing.
When you return to the warehouse where you left Polly, she is nowhere to be seen, so Kenneth takes you back to the office for an overview of the computers, filing system, and office facilities. After another hour, Polly is still nowhere to be seen, and she is not answering your texts. You begin to get a little worried.
Fortunately, she shows up just after half past four, in the company of three grinning warehouse workers, one of whom pulls his hand from behind her back as he sees his boss. Polly looks rather exhausted as she smiles at you.
The two of you head into the kitchen for a cup of tea, and Polly tells you what happened in the warehouse.
“After you left me with Oscar,” she says, “he was soon cupping the front of my panties with his hand. I didn’t complain, of course – I just asked him what the green button did. He started stroking my pussy through my panties, and he grabbed my left boob with his other hand, and then he put his hand inside my panties and got a finger inside me.
“I stopped asking questions at that point; I just lay back and let him feel me up. When he pulled up my dress to take it off, I raised my arms to help him. Then he pulled my panties down, got his dick out, and pushed it up inside me. And so we had sex – in a few different positions.”
“Awesome,” you say with a smile.
“By this time,” continues Polly, “his friends had started to gather round, and when Oscar had finished inside me, the rest of them started taking turns fucking me. There were, I don’t know, seven or eight of them? Once they’d all come inside either my vagina or my anus, they decided they wanted photos. So they took lots of photos of me naked, getting groped or fingered or even fucked by one or two of them at once – actually three of them, at one point.”
“Wow!” you say. “I’m sorry I missed it!”
“After that,” says Polly, “they decided they should get back to work, but Roy and Sam and Freddy decided to accompany me back to the office. As I came in – I don’t know if you noticed – Sam actually had his hand in the back of my panties, and his finger deep in my rectum. He quickly pulled it out when he saw Kenneth.”
“My goodness!” you say.
A few minutes later, Kenneth enters the kitchen. “Well,” he says, “I have good news. I’m prepared to offer you both temporary jobs, which may become permanent if things go well.”
“Excellent!” you say.
“You’ll be doing clerical work,” Kenneth says to you. “Inventory control, mostly – that’s s big job, but I’m sure you’re up to it. As for you, Polly ... well, driving a forklift may not really be your thing, but the loaders could use someone to do odd jobs around the warehouses – sweeping up messes, hunting down hard-to-find items, and so on.”
You are fairly sure you know what “and so on” will consist of. “That sounds fine,” says Polly. “Thank you!”
“There’s one more thing,” says Kenneth, his cheeks reddening slightly. “These warehouse chaps ... they’re a bit coarse, I’m afraid. And I’m concerned about them saying or doing something that might give you grounds to sue the company on grounds of sexual harassment or whatever.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Polly reassures him. “I don’t mind a bit of harmless groping – boys will be boys! I won’t complain.”
“That’s good!” says Kenneth, relieved. “Would you be willing to sign a waiver to that effect?”
“Sure!” says Polly. “What will it say?”
“Just that you waive your right to complain about inappropriate sexual comments or contact,” says Kenneth.
“That sounds fine,” says Polly. “And ... what about dress code? I wasn’t sure what to wear today, but...”
“What you’re wearing right now is absolutely fine,” says Kenneth fervently.
“Oh good,” says Polly. “What about something shorter, and more see-through? Would that be okay? I have a couple of babydoll negligees that I really like...”
“Yes,” says Kenneth, his cheeks turning very red. “That would be fine.” He pauses, lost in thought, for a few moments, then he clears his throat. “So ... um ... do you have any other questions?”
“Yes,” says Polly. “I’m afraid I have rather poor bowel control, and I keep having accidents in my panties. I used to get terribly mortified and upset about this, but lately, thanks in part to my supportive boyfriend here, I’ve learned to accept these accidents as part of I am, and even to enjoy them when they happen. So my question is this: would it be okay if, whenever I accidentally fill my panties with poo while I’m working in the warehouse, I keep the poo in my panties for a while? Like, I don’t know, an hour or two?”
Kenneth is staring at her, open-mouthed. “Are you serious?” he asks.
“Totally,” says Polly. “I understand, of course, that it’s a huge favour to ask, so if there’s anything you’d like me to do for you in return…”
Kenneth’s eyes widen. “Let’s discuss this in my office,” he says. “Just you and me. With the door closed.”
Polly smiles and says to you, “Will you be okay waiting here while I chat with Kenneth?”
You know what she is really asking, of course, and you reply, “Sure – go ahead.”
She leaves the room with Kenneth, and does not return for over half an hour. “It’s all settled,” she says. “Let’s go home.”
As you walk with her to the bus stop, she tells you what happened with Kenneth. “First, he asked me to take off my dress ... which of course I did. Then he pulled my panties down, and told me to lie back on his desk. I took off my shoes, kicked off my panties, and lay down as he asked. Then, naturally, he gave me a good fucking.
“After he had come inside me, he said I could do a poo in my panties whenever I wanted, as long as I agreed to a couple of conditions.”
“Which were?” you inquire.
“Firstly, he wants to be able to kiss me, feel me up, and have sex with me whenever he wants while I’m at work,” says Polly.
“Seems reasonable,” you reply with a smirk.
“Secondly,” continues Polly, “he requested that on two nights each week (to be chosen by him), I go home with him instead of with you, and spend those nights in his bed.”
“Wow,” you say, taken aback. “He’s pushing his luck, isn’t he?”
Polly nods. “I told him I doubted you would agree to that,” she says. “Plus, I can’t ask you to look after Dad on your own while I’m having sex with your boss at his house. I don’t think it will be a deal-breaker if I refuse that one. Thirdly...”
“Oh, there are more?” you inquire. “I thought he said ‘a couple’...”
“He kept thinking of extra ones,” says Polly with a grin. “Thirdly, he says I am forbidden to have sex with any of the warehouse staff (which includes you I’m afraid), and he will administer bare-bottom spankings in front of his employees if I break that rule.”
“Oh?” you say in surprise. “Sounds like you won’t be having quite so much fun in the warehouse as I imagined.”
“Don’t bet on it,” says Polly with a chuckle. “Fourthly, if a warehouse employee (clerical staff excluded) tries to have sex with me, I must not object or resist in any way.”
“The third and fourth conditions seem amusingly contradictory,” you observe wryly.
“Fifthly, while I’m permitted to fill my panties with poo, Kenneth doesn’t want to encourage me to do so. Therefore, as a disincentive, if I do a poo in my panties, I have to remove my dress and spend the rest of the day in just my panties.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
“Sixthly...”
“Good grief, how many of these conditions are there?” you ask.
“Aren’t you enjoying them?” inquires Polly.
“I am, actually,” you reply. “Please do continue.”
“Sixthly,” says Polly, “I’m allowed only one spare pair of panties. If I have two accidents in one day (which I assured him would be a frequent occurrence), once I’ve cleaned up after the second one I’ll have to remain naked for the rest of the day.”
You laugh. “Oh my goodness, Polly!”
“Seventhly,” she continues, “and this, I promise, is the last one ... I’m only allowed to keep my poo in my panties for one hour before cleaning up.”
“Okay!” you say. “Wow. So ... what are we going to do about number two?”
Polly raises an eyebrow. “I thought we were going to refuse that one?”
“Well,” you say, “it seems a shame to do so – it is, after all, delightfully perverse...”
“But are you really going to be okay with looking after Dad?” she asks in surprise. “Bath time and toilet visits are no picnic...”
“I’ll manage,” you assure her.
Just then, Kenneth walks in. “Have you decided?” he asks Polly.
Polly hesitates. Then, “Yes,” she says. “I accept all of your conditions.”
“Excellent!” he says, taking her in his arms and kissing her. You are surprised, and a little taken aback, by the enthusiasm with which she responds to the kiss. He lifts up her dress, and she raises her arms to help him take it off. Then he pulls her panties down, bends her over the table, and gets out his erection. As he slides it into Polly’s vagina, he turns to you and says, “You might as well head home – Polly’s coming home with me tonight.”
“Really?” you ask, dismayed. “On the very first day?”
“Yup!” says Kenneth, grinning. “So bugger off, there’s a good chap – I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”
With mixed feelings, you leave the office and head to the bus stop. Time will tell if this arrangement will turn out to be exciting or intolerable, but you suppose that if it proves to be the latter, you and Polly can always quit and get other jobs.
Assuming, of course, that Polly wants to...
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. As he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties, she slowly pulls them down, exposing her anus and pussy to his delighted gaze. Then she gasps as Barry reaches out and gently inserts a finger into her vagina.
“Barry!” she says in mock reproach, straightening up and kicking her panties into a corner.
A few points later, while conversing with Jeff, she lifts one foot up on to the arm of his chair, and casually begins to masturbate. Jeff’s grins in delight, then he reached between her legs and worms a finger into her vagina.
“Really Jeff!” she scolds him, without making any attempt to stop him. After a minute or so, however, she puts her foot down and pulls away.
Five points later, however, as Polly is bending over the table to retrieve the ball, Barry gets out of his chair and comes over to stand behind her. He slides two fingers inside her and begins thrusting them in and out. Polly remains bent over, and sighs happily as she closes her eyes.
Then Barry unzips his jeans, pulls out his erection, and slides it into Polly’s vagina. “Barry, you’re a naughty man,” murmurs Polly as he begins fucking her.
Barry takes his time; it is over ten minutes later when he finally groans and grabs Polly’s hips, pulling himself deeper inside her as he pumps her full of his semen. After a two minute cool-down, he withdraws his penis, and Jeff eagerly takes his place.
Jeff finishes more quickly than Barry, but he manages to bring Polly to orgasm by the time he reaches his own. Then he, too, pulls out of her and stands back, grinning happily. “Thanks Polly!” he says.
“You’re welcome!” says Polly, standing up straight. Semen is leaking down the insides of both thighs. “Shall we continue?”
After another singles game, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly, tucking her panties into her bag.
“Naked?” inquires Barry with a grin.
“Sure, why not?” says Polly impishly.
Outside, her nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
“Dad!” Polly snaps, her cheeks turning red with anger. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you think of my clothing choices. If you don’t want me to remain living with you, then fine! I’ll move out, and find a place to live with the man I love.” She puts her arm around you. “But if you want me to stay here, then you’d better get used to me being semi-naked, and you’d better get start treating my boyfriend with respect!”
Her father stares at her with a mixture of surprise and alarm. “Perhaps I ... overreacted,” he says. “Seeing you like this was a bit of a shock.” He turns towards you and says, “I apologise, young man.”
“That’s quite all right, sir,” you reply gallantly. “Totally understandable.”
“No need to call me ‘sir’,” he says with a chuckle. “Damon will be fine.”
“All right, Damon,” you say with a smile.
Damon looks back at Polly, and grimaces. Then he says, “Well, perhaps we should have some dinner. Is it ready yet, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
“Give us some more wine, will you Polly?” he says after a while.
“You’ve had enough, Dad,” she says, pursing her lips.
“Not quite enough to get used to seeing you topless,” he remarks, a little grumpily. “Come on, love, it won’t hurt me to get a little tipsy.”
“All right, fine,” says Polly.
Half an hour later, Damon is rather more than tipsy, and Polly helps him to bed. Then she comes back downstairs and says, “Well, my love, would you like to stay the night?”
“Absolutely!” you say. “But won’t your dad object?”
“Tough luck for him if he does,” she replies with a shrug.
You smile. “Well then, let’s have an early night!”
It is wonderful to finally get to spend a full night with Polly. Her bed is a single, but you manage not to fall out; fortunately you both enjoy snuggling.
In the morning, you and Polly have breakfast, then, still wearing nothing but a pair of panties, Polly fetches her father, who does not look very pleased to see you. He is civil, however, and he asks what you plan to do today.
“Well,” you reply, “I need to get my stuff from Juniper Hall...”
“I’ll help you,” says Polly. “We’ll bring it all back here.”
Damon grunts in annoyance, but he seems to have accepted the idea of you living with him and Polly. “Then what?” he asks. “Are you going to find yourselves jobs?”
You nod. “Yes, I suppose so,” you say.
“Do your parents know you got expelled?” Damon asks.
You shudder. You have so far avoided calling your parents to give them the news. “Not yet,” you admit. “I suppose I should call them now.”
You do so, and endure a wrathful ten-minute lecture from your father. Then he says, “What are you going to do for work?”
“Polly and I are going to look for jobs today,” you tell him.
“Well,” says your father, “I have plenty of contacts in the city. My cousin Bernard is looking for a secretary, I believe, and your godfather Kenneth Linney is always hiring temps at his warehouse. I’m sure we can find you both some work in no time.”
“Thanks Dad,” you say. “Perhaps you could give me...
Bernard’s number?”
Kenneth’s number?”
Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “There is something else I should tell you about, though,” she says a little awkwardly, not quite meeting your eye.
“Oh?” you inquire.
Polly blushes. “Um, Ralph kind of expects me to let him fuck me every day,” she says. “Actually, he’s fucked me twice already today.”
“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Well, I guess that’s fine with me. Just don’t leave me for him, okay?”
Polly laughs. “Not likely!” she says. “But ... um ... there’s something else. He says he might sometimes invite friends around, and he’d like me to let them fuck me, too.”
“Really?” you say, raising an eyebrow.
“And,” says Polly, hanging her head, “he made a point of saying they would be paying him for it.”
“So he wants to pimp you out,” you say. “He wants you to be a prostitute.”
“Yes,” says Polly in a small voice. “What do you think?”
“What did you tell him?” you ask. “I mean, did you agree to it?”
“Um,” says Polly, staring at the floor. “I ... I’m afraid I told him he could give me to anyone he wants.”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
Return to last save point.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; the professor is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she grins as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply. “And the professor saw you ... but didn’t say anything!”
Polly giggles. “Awesome!” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, is that awful smell coming from you?” demands the professor. “If so, then please remove yourself from here immediately!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Good grief!” says the professor. “I’m sorry, Polly, but this is the last straw. Forget cleaning up – I want Professor Daniels to see you exactly as you are. Please go to his office, right now!”
“Whoa!” you exclaim, getting to your feet. “That’s hardly fair – Polly can’t help her lack of bowel control.”
“You can accompany her!” says the professor grimly. “I’m not blind; I know you’re behind Polly’s outrageous antics. Go on! I hope both of you get the punishment you deserve!”
You gulp. Suddenly the future of your own education seems in jeopardy. But at least you and Polly can face it together. You grab your bag and Polly’s, then you hurry after her. In the lobby, you give her a hug and a kiss, then the two of you leave the building and walk across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly. Neil, fumbling with the zip of his jeans with his free hand, pulls out his already erect penis, and smears it with Polly’s juices. Then he slides it slowly into her vagina, while Polly gasps with excitement. “Yes!” she whispers. “Fuck me!”
Neil looks at you uncertainly, but as you smile at him in encouragement, he grins and begins thrusting hard inside Polly. Her moans escalate in pitch and volume, and you look around anxiously. Neil increases the pace of his thrusts, and Polly arches her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his wilting penis.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a few of the lads are pausing to slip a hand into the back of Polly’s panties whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she does not seem to mind this at all; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at each one of them as he slides his fingers into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Soon, barely a moment goes by when one lad or another is not finger-fucking Polly. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties down, takes out his cock, and slides it into her vagina. A cheer goes up as he fucks her with youthful energy and enthusiasm.
After he climaxes inside her and then withdraws his penis, Polly stands up straight and steps out of her panties. With a little giggle, she says breathlessly, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on!”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers and penises fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and cock after cock plunges into her vagina, fucks her for a couple of minutes, then spills its semen and pulls out. Polly surrenders herself to the gangbang, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Stop this right now, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of panic. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly excitedly, climbing down from the table with semen pouring out of her vagina. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was wild!” she replies with a shiver. “Scary, almost ... but fun, yes.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Since her bulging panties are her only item of clothing, they could hardly be more obvious. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to The Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
Les finger-fucks her for a few moments, then he unzips his trousers, pulls out his erect penis, and sinks it deep into Polly’s vagina, causing her to squeal with excitement. “Ohh, yes please!” she exclaims.
As Les fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
With a groan, Les climaxes inside Polly. He pulls out of her, tucks his cock away, and then changes places with Gordon. As he slides his own erection into Polly’s vagina, Gordon grins and winks at you. He begins thrusting, and Polly moans with pleasure.
Soon she is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
Gordon pulls out of her, pushes her knees back a little further, then eases his semen-lubed cock into her anus. Polly coos with delight as he vigorously fucks her rectum. Two minutes later, he grunts and shudders as he deposits his semen deep in her bowels. Then, panting, he pulls out of her and puts his penis away.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the wonderful sex though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and giggles. “I’m such a slut!” she remarks happily.
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with a couple of smartly-dressed men in their forties, a young couple with a baby, and a woman in her early twenties who is sitting by herself at the end of the carriage. She appears to be a goth girl: she is wearing black eye makeup and lipstick, and black clothing, including a miniskirt and ripped tights. Everyone is staring at Polly, but only the goth girl is smiling as she does so.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that young lady over there?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly arrives home, drunk, after a night of clubbing. She stumbles into the living room, muttering about how she needs to do a poo. She crawls over to the sofa, rests her elbows on it, and starts filling her panties. This gets her excited, and she plays with herself. She brings herself off, and then falls asleep on the sofa. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a pair of white panties and a tight, stretchy minidress, which she puts on along with a rather ill-fitting pair of high heels.
Nigel describes the scene to her, and, as he films her, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The young couple, whose eyes have not left Polly for an instant, gasp in shock as they see her panties begin to fill up, and it does not take long for them to find their voices. “For heaven’s sake, have you no shame?” asks the woman. “I’ve got a baby here!” She gets up and hurries down to the far end of the carriage, while her husband follows.
The two men’s obvious disgust is giving way to amazement. “That’s a heck of a lot of shit!” one of them remarks.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
Holding their noses, the two men make their way to the end of the carriage to join the young family. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the goth girl and smiles at her. The young woman smiles and says, “Hi! I like your outfit. Very bold.”
“Thanks,” says Polly, a little shyly. She leans back, and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
“Oh, I’m getting a show, am I?” inquires the goth girl. “Excellent! Do continue.”
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the goth girl watches and licks her lips, Polly slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
The goth girl pulls her skirt up, slides her hand down inside her tights and panties, and begins masturbating as she watches Polly. Meanwhile, the young family and the two men further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and the young woman makes a rather loud, pointed comment about some people having no shame.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them at the young woman in front of her, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
“Thank you!” says the goth girl, clutching Polly’s panties as she smiles and waves after you.
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the goth girl. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds an absurdly short nurse’s outfit for her to wear, and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off items of clothing. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses and shedding her costume when directed by Nigel. When he asks her to remove her panties as well, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
“All right!” says Brian happily, and he hurriedly disrobes.
The poses quickly get rather risqué, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In one pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. After a couple of photos in this position, he even pushes it in a little. When Polly does not object, he slides it in further and further, until the full length of his shaft is buried inside her.
“Fantastic!” exclaims Nigel. “Let’s try it doggy-style next...”
From then on, every pose that Nigel requests involves Brian’s penis being partly or fully inside Polly ... at first in her vagina, but later, as often as not, in her anus. In between shots, Brian gently thrusts his cock in and out of her, and is delighted that she seems perfectly fine with this.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily.
“Thank Christ!” says Brian, immediately increasing the pace and vigour of his thrusting. “Sorry Polly, but I just have to finish off inside you!”
“Perfectly understandable,” says Polly, and she wraps her legs around his back and cuddles him until, with a groan, he ejaculates inside her.
“Thank you Polly,” says Nigel, once she has extricated herself from beneath Brian’s exhausted form. “You’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, beautifully displaying her panty-clad buttocks. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s bottom. Then he says more loudly, “I’ll have a Coke please,” and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Lovely,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and slides one finger into her vagina. “You don’t mind if I do this, do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection. With a gleeful chuckle, he removed his fingers, and rams his cock into Polly’s vagina.
“Oh gosh!” gasps Polly.
You watch, fascinated, as Adolf fucks your girlfriend; somehow he manages to make sex seem maximally disgusting and perverse. Perhaps it is the leisurely manner in which he uses his erection in and out of her, as if he is savouring each thrust as an individual act of defilement. He certainly seems in no hurry to reach his orgasm.
Eventually he stops. “Hop on the bed, Polly,” he says. “Colin, get your dick out – I want you to fuck Polly’s cunt while I come in her arse.”
“Whoa!” you say. “If Polly’s getting double-teamed, then I need...
To be one of the participants.”
Popcorn or something.”
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out and pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Fair enough,” says Adolf with a grin. “You take her cunt; I’ll take her arse.”
“Aww!” says Colin grumpily.
Polly giggles as she takes off her panties and climbs on to the bed. “Come on then, lads!” she says.
You quickly disrobe, and lie down on the bed next to Polly. She swings her leg over you, sits up, and directs your penis into her vagina as she lowers herself on to it. Then she bends forward to lie on top of you, and Adolf kneels on the bed behind her. Polly shivers as his cock penetrates her anus. “Oh this is good!” she gasps.
Adolf begins fucking her rectum, and you match his motions with pelvic thrusts of your own. Polly becomes more and more excited, with two penises sliding in and out of her, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a powerful orgasm.
“Ohhh ... ohhh ... yeahhh!!” exclaims Adolf, arching his back as he pumps his semen into Polly’s rectum. Polly’s vagina clenches, gripping your penis, and this pushes you over the edge; you groan with pleasure as you ejaculate inside Polly.
“All right Colin,” says Adolf, climbing off the bed. “Your turn.”
Polly rolls off you, allowing you to get up off the bed, and Colin eagerly strips off below the waist and climbs on top of Polly. She seems quite willing to let Colin stick his erection inside her, while you and Adolf have a game of Planet Run.
As soon as Colin has climaxed, however, Adolf returns to the bed, and spends the next hour fingering Polly’s vagina and anus while you and Colin play video games. Eventually Polly says, “Well this has been lots of fun, but I should really be heading home.” She gets up and puts her panties back on.
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Colin laughs. “Sorry mate – I don’t have any popcorn. Help yourself to some Jaffa cakes though.” He strips off his jeans and rather shabby underpants, leaving his socks on, then he climbs on to the bed and lies down on his back.
Polly giggles excitedly as she takes off her panties and climbs on top of Colin, straddling his hips. With a quick glance at you to reassure herself that you are okay with this, she reaches down, takes hold of Colin’s pudgy erection, and guides it into her vagina. As she begins to bounce up and down on it, you grab a Jaffa cake and munch on it as you watch the action.
Adolf, having climbed on to the bed behind Polly, takes her by the shoulders and pushes her forwards, so that she lies down on top of Colin. Then, spitting copious quantities of phlegmy saliva into his palm, he lubricates his erection and slides it smoothly into Polly’s anus.
It is strangely erotic experience to sit here and eat your way through a pack of Jaffa cakes while your two best friends fuck your girlfriend. Polly seems to be loving it, however, and it is not long before she shudders and moans in a lengthy, intense orgasm. Thrusting inside her vigorously, Colin and Adolf climax too, shooting their semen into her vagina and rectum respectively.
“Planet Run, anyone?” you suggest, but Colin and Adolf seem oddly reluctant to get off the bed. Rearranging themselves so they are all lying on their sides, with Polly in the middle and your friends in front of and behind her, the three of them cuddle together for a while, until Adolf regains enough energy to begin fucking Polly again.
After an hour and a half of being played with and fucked by your friends, Polly says, “Much as I’m loving this, chaps, I should really be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you enjoyed watching your friends fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was wonderfully depraved.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
Your father gives you Bernard’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He seems happy to meet with you and Polly, and sets up an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this interview?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on a tight black microskirt that barely covers Polly’s white panties, and a slightly transparent white blouse, unbuttoned to below her breasts, with no bra beneath. Smart black high-heeled shoes complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the offices of Steele and Wilson, the accounting firm at which Bernard is a partner. A disapproving receptionist directs you to Bernard’s office, where you knock on the door.
“Come in!” calls Bernard, then “Wow!” he says, staring at Polly. He recovers quickly, and turns to you with a smile. “Nice to see you again – I think Rick and Rosie’s thirtieth wedding anniversary party was the last time we saw each other, wasn’t it? And it’s lovely to meet you, Polly.”
“Thank you for giving us this opportunity, Bernard,” you say. “How would you like to do this?”
“Well, take a seat, both of you,” says Bernard, “and I’ll just ask you a few questions...”
You and Polly sit down and answer Bernard’s questions, which mainly concern your abilities and experience with various pieces of computer software. You feel your answers are generally better than Polly’s, but you cannot help noticing that Bernard is very distracted by Polly’s legs, and it occurs to you that he can probably see her panties from where he is sitting.
After a while, Bernard says, “It’s a little hard to focus on both of you at once. Do you mind if I have a little one-on-one time with each of you?”
“Not at all,” you say. “Shall I step outside for a few minutes so you can chat with Polly?”
“Yes, please, that would be great,” says Bernard.
You smile at Polly, and say, “See you in a bit.”
Outside his office, you put your ear to the door, and you hear Bernard say, “That skirt’s frightfully short, Polly...”
You head to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea; you figure Bernard will be taking his time with Polly. Five minutes later, you go back and listen at his door again.
This time you hear, “I’m so sorry, Polly – that was extremely unprofessional of me. I don’t know what came over me.”
Then you hear Polly reply, “It’s absolutely fine, Bernard – I didn’t mind it at all. Actually, I quite enjoy having my bottom squeezed.”
You chuckle to yourself, and return to the kitchen to sit down with your tea. After another ten minutes, you wander back to Bernard’s office for another listen. This time, you hear the sounds of Bernard uttering rhythmic grunts, and Polly moaning with pleasure. You wait until the sounds have peaked in volume and then died down, and then you knock on the door.
“Uh ... just a minute!” says Bernard in a panicked voice. “Quick, Polly!”
You smirk, and open the door in time to see Polly, naked, climbing off the desk while Bernard tucks his shirt back into his trousers. He looks up at you anxiously.
“Relax,” you tell him. “Should I just assume Polly’s got the job?”
Bernard chuckles. “If she wants it,” he says, “I’d be delighted to have her working for me.”
“In that case, I accept,” says Polly.
“Excellent!” says Bernard happily. “Can you start tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” says Polly.
Once you have left the building with Polly, you turn to her and kiss her. “Well I guess your job’s taken care of,” you say. “Still no idea what I’m going to do.”
“Why not try a job agency?” suggests Polly.
You nod. “I suppose I have plenty of computer skills to offer. I’ll be fine, I’m sure. But how about you? I suppose daily sex with the boss will be part of your job description?”
Polly blushes. “It looks that way,” she says. “Are you all right with that?”
You nod. “Sure,” you tell her. Then you sigh, and hold her close. “I love you, Polly, my darling.”
“I love you too,” she replies happily.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Your father gives you Kenneth’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He is surprised and delighted to hear from you, and he invites you both to come and visit his warehouse for an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this warehouse visit?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on one of Polly’s radically shortened sundresses – a blue low-cut sundress with a low neckline – with no bra beneath. White panties just peeping below the hemline, and a pair of white trainers, complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the warehouse that Kenneth Linney runs. When you enter the office, you find your godfather arguing with one of his employees. You politely wait to be noticed.
Kenneth glances your way, then double-takes as he sees Polly. “Blimey!” he says. “This your girlfriend, then? You’ve done well, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” you reply, beaming with pride. “Kenneth, this is Polly. Polly, Kenneth.”
“Pleased to meet you,” says Kenneth, grinning at Polly’s hemline. “This is my day shift supervisor, Liam.”
Liam is also transfixed by Polly’s peeping panties. “Hi,” he says.
“Polly, you’re hired,” says Kenneth, and he guffaws loudly. Then he turns to you and adds, “You’ll have to interview.” Then he laughs again. “Only joking. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
He takes you on a tour of the warehouse – or rather warehouses – and you walk past forklift drivers who stop and stare at Polly in amazed delight.
“We have one temporary clerical position to fill,” says Kenneth, “and we need one forklift driver. I don’t suppose either of you has any forklift experience?” When you and Polly both shake your heads, he says, “No problem – we can train you in no time.”
“I’d be happy to learn how to drive a forklift,” says Polly.
“And I have good computer skills,” you add.
“Well I assumed it would be the other way around, but good for you, Polly!” says Kenneth. He beckons to a nearby forklift driver, who eagerly drives up in his truck. Kenneth introduces you and Polly, then says, “Ozzie’s one of our better FLT drivers. Oscar, do you want to let Polly have a little go?”
“Ooh yes please!” says Polly.
Oscar – a well-built and rather good-looking man in his thirties – dismounts from the truck, and Polly climbs on. Sitting with her knees well apart, she listens carefully to Oscar’s instructions, while he takes several long glances at her very exposed panties.
“Not shy, is she, your Polly?” remarks Kenneth in amusement.
“Nope,” you agree.
Polly puts her foot down, and suddenly the forklift lurches backwards at speed. “Brake! Brake!” yells Oscar. The truck comes to a stop just inches from a stack of empty pallets.
“Sorry!” exclaims Polly. “It’s possibly a little soon for me to be going solo.”
“Well there’s only one seat, Polly,” says Kenneth with a chuckle. “It’s not like driving a car – ‘solo’ is how everyone trains.”
“Well it’s a little nerve-wracking,” confesses Polly sheepishly. “Perhaps, I don’t know, I could sit on Oscar’s lap or something?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea!” says Oscar eagerly to Kenneth.
Kenneth laughs. “Sure, give it a go,” he says.
You watch with a smile as Polly moves aside to let Oscar sit down, then settles on to his lap, her knees straddling his. He puts his hands on her waist, then gestures to various controls as he tells her what they do. After the fourth gesture, his right hand returns to her thigh, rather than her waist. Since she does not object to this, the next time it lands a little higher.
“Come on,” says Kenneth to you. “While Polly’s learning about forklifts, I’ll show you the different kinds of products we store.”
“Okay,” you agree, and you follow him out of the warehouse. When you glance back at Polly, she seems to be leaning back against Oscar; her thighs are spread even wider apart, and Oscar’s hand is so far up her thigh that his thumb is practically touching her panties. Meanwhile, his other hand has crept around the front of her torso, and is nuzzling up against the underside of her left breast.
Kenneth spends an hour or so showing you around the other warehouses in the complex, and you try to pay attention, but you cannot help wondering what Polly is doing.
When you return to the warehouse where you left Polly, she is nowhere to be seen, so Kenneth takes you back to the office for an overview of the computers, filing system, and office facilities. After another hour, Polly is still nowhere to be seen, and she is not answering your texts. You begin to get a little worried.
Fortunately, she shows up just after half past four, in the company of three grinning warehouse workers, one of whom pulls his hand from behind her back as he sees his boss. Polly looks rather exhausted as she smiles at you.
The two of you head into the kitchen for a cup of tea, and Polly tells you what happened in the warehouse.
“After you left me with Oscar,” she says, “he was soon cupping the front of my panties with his hand. I didn’t complain, of course – I just asked him what the green button did. He started stroking my pussy through my panties, and he grabbed my left boob with his other hand, and then he put his hand inside my panties and got a finger inside me.
“I stopped asking questions at that point; I just lay back and let him feel me up. When he pulled up my dress to take it off, I raised my arms to help him. Then he pulled my panties down, got his dick out, and pushed it up inside me. And so we had sex – in a few different positions.”
“Awesome,” you say with a smile.
“By this time,” continues Polly, “his friends had started to gather round, and when Oscar had finished inside me, the rest of them started taking turns fucking me. There were, I don’t know, seven or eight of them? Once they’d all come inside either my vagina or my anus, they decided they wanted photos. So they took lots of photos of me naked, getting groped or fingered or even fucked by one or two of them at once – actually three of them, at one point.”
“Wow!” you say. “I’m sorry I missed it!”
“After that,” says Polly, “they decided they should get back to work, but Roy and Sam and Freddy decided to accompany me back to the office. As I came in – I don’t know if you noticed – Sam actually had his hand in the back of my panties, and his finger deep in my rectum. He quickly pulled it out when he saw Kenneth.”
“My goodness!” you say.
A few minutes later, Kenneth enters the kitchen. “Well,” he says, “I have good news. I’m prepared to offer you both temporary jobs, which may become permanent if things go well.”
“Excellent!” you say.
“You’ll be doing clerical work,” Kenneth says to you. “Inventory control, mostly – that’s s big job, but I’m sure you’re up to it. As for you, Polly ... well, driving a forklift may not really be your thing, but the loaders could use someone to do odd jobs around the warehouses – sweeping up messes, hunting down hard-to-find items, and so on.”
You are fairly sure you know what “and so on” will consist of. “That sounds fine,” says Polly. “Thank you!”
“There’s one more thing,” says Kenneth, his cheeks reddening slightly. “These warehouse chaps ... they’re a bit coarse, I’m afraid. And I’m concerned about them saying or doing something that might give you grounds to sue the company on grounds of sexual harassment or whatever.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Polly reassures him. “I don’t mind a bit of harmless groping – boys will be boys! I won’t complain.”
“That’s good!” says Kenneth, relieved. “Would you be willing to sign a waiver to that effect?”
“Sure!” says Polly. “What will it say?”
“Just that you waive your right to complain about inappropriate sexual comments or contact,” says Kenneth.
“That sounds fine,” says Polly. “And ... what about dress code? I wasn’t sure what to wear today, but...”
“What you’re wearing right now is absolutely fine,” says Kenneth fervently.
“Oh good,” says Polly. “What about something shorter, and more see-through? Would that be okay? I have a couple of babydoll negligees that I really like...”
“Yes,” says Kenneth, his cheeks turning very red. “That would be fine.” He pauses, lost in thought, for a few moments, then he clears his throat. “So ... um ... do you have any other questions?”
“Yes,” says Polly. “I’m afraid I have rather poor bowel control, and I keep having accidents in my panties. I used to get terribly mortified and upset about this, but lately, thanks in part to my supportive boyfriend here, I’ve learned to accept these accidents as part of I am, and even to enjoy them when they happen. So my question is this: would it be okay if, whenever I accidentally fill my panties with poo while I’m working in the warehouse, I keep the poo in my panties for a while? Like, I don’t know, an hour or two?”
Kenneth is staring at her, open-mouthed. “Are you serious?” he asks.
“Totally,” says Polly. “I understand, of course, that it’s a huge favour to ask, so if there’s anything you’d like me to do for you in return…”
Kenneth’s eyes widen. “Let’s discuss this in my office,” he says. “Just you and me. With the door closed.”
Polly smiles and says to you, “Will you be okay waiting here while I chat with Kenneth?”
You know what she is really asking, of course, and you reply, “Sure – go ahead.”
She leaves the room with Kenneth, and does not return for over half an hour. “It’s all settled,” she says. “Let’s go home.”
As you walk with her to the bus stop, she tells you what happened with Kenneth. “First, he asked me to take off my dress ... which of course I did. Then he pulled my panties down, and told me to lie back on his desk. I took off my shoes, kicked off my panties, and lay down as he asked. Then, naturally, he gave me a good fucking.
“After he had come inside me, he said I could do a poo in my panties whenever I wanted, as long as I agreed to a couple of conditions.”
“Which were?” you inquire.
“Firstly, he wants to be able to kiss me, feel me up, and have sex with me whenever he wants while I’m at work,” says Polly.
“Seems reasonable,” you reply with a smirk.
“Secondly,” continues Polly, “he requested that on two nights each week (to be chosen by him), I go home with him instead of with you, and spend those nights in his bed.”
“Wow,” you say, taken aback. “He’s pushing his luck, isn’t he?”
Polly nods. “I told him I doubted you would agree to that,” she says. “Plus, I can’t ask you to look after Dad on your own while I’m having sex with your boss at his house. I don’t think it will be a deal-breaker if I refuse that one. Thirdly...”
“Oh, there are more?” you inquire. “I thought he said ‘a couple’...”
“He kept thinking of extra ones,” says Polly with a grin. “Thirdly, he says I am forbidden to have sex with any of the warehouse staff (which includes you I’m afraid), and he will administer bare-bottom spankings in front of his employees if I break that rule.”
“Oh?” you say in surprise. “Sounds like you won’t be having quite so much fun in the warehouse as I imagined.”
“Don’t bet on it,” says Polly with a chuckle. “Fourthly, if a warehouse employee (clerical staff excluded) tries to have sex with me, I must not object or resist in any way.”
“The third and fourth conditions seem amusingly contradictory,” you observe wryly.
“Fifthly, while I’m permitted to fill my panties with poo, Kenneth doesn’t want to encourage me to do so. Therefore, as a disincentive, if I do a poo in my panties, I have to remove my dress and spend the rest of the day in just my panties.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
“Sixthly...”
“Good grief, how many of these conditions are there?” you ask.
“Aren’t you enjoying them?” inquires Polly.
“I am, actually,” you reply. “Please do continue.”
“Sixthly,” says Polly, “I’m allowed only one spare pair of panties. If I have two accidents in one day (which I assured him would be a frequent occurrence), once I’ve cleaned up after the second one I’ll have to remain naked for the rest of the day.”
You laugh. “Oh my goodness, Polly!”
“Seventhly,” she continues, “and this, I promise, is the last one ... I’m only allowed to keep my poo in my panties for one hour before cleaning up.”
“Okay!” you say. “Wow. So ... what are we going to do about number two?”
Polly raises an eyebrow. “I thought we were going to refuse that one?”
“Well,” you say, “it seems a shame to do so – it is, after all, delightfully perverse...”
“But are you really going to be okay with looking after Dad?” she asks in surprise. “Bath time and toilet visits are no picnic...”
“I’ll manage,” you assure her.
Just then, Kenneth walks in. “Have you decided?” he asks Polly.
Polly hesitates. Then, “Yes,” she says. “I accept all of your conditions.”
“Excellent!” he says, taking her in his arms and kissing her. You are surprised, and a little taken aback, by the enthusiasm with which she responds to the kiss. He lifts up her dress, and she raises her arms to help him take it off. Then he pulls her panties down, bends her over the table, and gets out his erection. As he slides it into Polly’s vagina, he turns to you and says, “You might as well head home – Polly’s coming home with me tonight.”
“Really?” you ask, dismayed. “On the very first day?”
“Yup!” says Kenneth, grinning. “So bugger off, there’s a good chap – I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”
With mixed feelings, you leave the office and head to the bus stop. Time will tell if this arrangement will turn out to be exciting or intolerable, but you suppose that if it proves to be the latter, you and Polly can always quit and get other jobs.
Assuming, of course, that Polly wants to...
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. As he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties, she slowly pulls them down, exposing her anus and pussy to his delighted gaze. Then she gasps as Barry reaches out and gently inserts a finger into her vagina.
“Barry!” she says in mock reproach, straightening up and kicking her panties into a corner.
A few points later, while conversing with Jeff, she lifts one foot up on to the arm of his chair, and casually begins to masturbate. Jeff’s grins in delight, then he reached between her legs and worms a finger into her vagina.
“Really Jeff!” she scolds him, without making any attempt to stop him. After a minute or so, however, she puts her foot down and pulls away.
Five points later, however, as Polly is bending over the table to retrieve the ball, Barry gets out of his chair and comes over to stand behind her. He slides two fingers inside her and begins thrusting them in and out. Polly remains bent over, and sighs happily as she closes her eyes.
Then Barry unzips his jeans, pulls out his erection, and slides it into Polly’s vagina. “Barry, you’re a naughty man,” murmurs Polly as he begins fucking her.
Barry takes his time; it is over ten minutes later when he finally groans and grabs Polly’s hips, pulling himself deeper inside her as he pumps her full of his semen. After a two minute cool-down, he withdraws his penis, and Jeff eagerly takes his place.
Jeff finishes more quickly than Barry, but he manages to bring Polly to orgasm by the time he reaches his own. Then he, too, pulls out of her and stands back, grinning happily. “Thanks Polly!” he says.
“You’re welcome!” says Polly, standing up straight. Semen is leaking down the insides of both thighs. “Shall we continue?”
After another singles game, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly, tucking her panties into her bag.
“Naked?” inquires Barry with a grin.
“Sure, why not?” says Polly impishly.
Outside, her nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
“Dad!” Polly snaps, her cheeks turning red with anger. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you think of my clothing choices. If you don’t want me to remain living with you, then fine! I’ll move out, and find a place to live with the man I love.” She puts her arm around you. “But if you want me to stay here, then you’d better get used to me being semi-naked, and you’d better get start treating my boyfriend with respect!”
Her father stares at her with a mixture of surprise and alarm. “Perhaps I ... overreacted,” he says. “Seeing you like this was a bit of a shock.” He turns towards you and says, “I apologise, young man.”
“That’s quite all right, sir,” you reply gallantly. “Totally understandable.”
“No need to call me ‘sir’,” he says with a chuckle. “Damon will be fine.”
“All right, Damon,” you say with a smile.
Damon looks back at Polly, and grimaces. Then he says, “Well, perhaps we should have some dinner. Is it ready yet, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
“Give us some more wine, will you Polly?” he says after a while.
“You’ve had enough, Dad,” she says, pursing her lips.
“Not quite enough to get used to seeing you topless,” he remarks, a little grumpily. “Come on, love, it won’t hurt me to get a little tipsy.”
“All right, fine,” says Polly.
Half an hour later, Damon is rather more than tipsy, and Polly helps him to bed. Then she comes back downstairs and says, “Well, my love, would you like to stay the night?”
“Absolutely!” you say. “But won’t your dad object?”
“Tough luck for him if he does,” she replies with a shrug.
You smile. “Well then, let’s have an early night!”
It is wonderful to finally get to spend a full night with Polly. Her bed is a single, but you manage not to fall out; fortunately you both enjoy snuggling.
In the morning, you and Polly have breakfast, then, still wearing nothing but a pair of panties, Polly fetches her father, who does not look very pleased to see you. He is civil, however, and he asks what you plan to do today.
“Well,” you reply, “I need to get my stuff from Juniper Hall...”
“I’ll help you,” says Polly. “We’ll bring it all back here.”
Damon grunts in annoyance, but he seems to have accepted the idea of you living with him and Polly. “Then what?” he asks. “Are you going to find yourselves jobs?”
You nod. “Yes, I suppose so,” you say.
“Do your parents know you got expelled?” Damon asks.
You shudder. You have so far avoided calling your parents to give them the news. “Not yet,” you admit. “I suppose I should call them now.”
You do so, and endure a wrathful ten-minute lecture from your father. Then he says, “What are you going to do for work?”
“Polly and I are going to look for jobs today,” you tell him.
“Well,” says your father, “I have plenty of contacts in the city. My cousin Bernard is looking for a secretary, I believe, and your godfather Kenneth Linney is always hiring temps at his warehouse. I’m sure we can find you both some work in no time.”
“Thanks Dad,” you say. “Perhaps you could give me...
Bernard’s number?”
Kenneth’s number?”
Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “There is something else I should tell you about, though,” she says a little awkwardly, not quite meeting your eye.
“Oh?” you inquire.
Polly blushes. “Um, Ralph kind of expects me to let him fuck me every day,” she says. “Actually, he’s fucked me twice already today.”
“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Well, I guess that’s fine with me. Just don’t leave me for him, okay?”
Polly laughs. “Not likely!” she says. “But ... um ... there’s something else. He says he might sometimes invite friends around, and he’d like me to let them fuck me, too.”
“Really?” you say, raising an eyebrow.
“And,” says Polly, hanging her head, “he made a point of saying they would be paying him for it.”
“So he wants to pimp you out,” you say. “He wants you to be a prostitute.”
“Yes,” says Polly in a small voice. “What do you think?”
“What did you tell him?” you ask. “I mean, did you agree to it?”
“Um,” says Polly, staring at the floor. “I ... I’m afraid I told him he could give me to anyone he wants.”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
Return to last save point.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks. When she reaches the door and slips through it, you look down towards the front of the room; the professor is staring, open-mouthed, at the door through which Polly has just left. Then he shakes himself, clears his throat, and resumes talking as if nothing had just happened.
Polly returns about five minutes later; she grins as she sits back down next to you. “Was it a nice view?” she asks.
“Amazing!” you reply. “And the professor saw you ... but didn’t say anything!”
Polly giggles. “Awesome!” she says.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns in a fresh pair of panties and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
Then, “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” booms a deep and very angry voice.
You whirl around to see Professor Marsh, the head of the department, staring in fury at Polly’s bulging panties. Polly turns around, quailing in fear. “I’m so sorry, Professor!” she says. “I...”
“Don’t try to make excuses!” shouts the professor. “I’ve heard all about you. And you!” He turns and points a finger at you, and you gulp. “Both of you, go immediately to the Principal’s office! I shall be recommending to him that he expels you!”
With that, he turns on his heel and marches out of the room, leaving you and Polly feeling rather shellshocked. Silently, you grab your things, leave the room together, and take the lift down to the ground floor. Then you leave the building and walk across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly. Neil, fumbling with the zip of his jeans with his free hand, pulls out his already erect penis, and smears it with Polly’s juices. Then he slides it slowly into her vagina, while Polly gasps with excitement. “Yes!” she whispers. “Fuck me!”
Neil looks at you uncertainly, but as you smile at him in encouragement, he grins and begins thrusting hard inside Polly. Her moans escalate in pitch and volume, and you look around anxiously. Neil increases the pace of his thrusts, and Polly arches her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his wilting penis.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a few of the lads are pausing to slip a hand into the back of Polly’s panties whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she does not seem to mind this at all; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at each one of them as he slides his fingers into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Soon, barely a moment goes by when one lad or another is not finger-fucking Polly. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties down, takes out his cock, and slides it into her vagina. A cheer goes up as he fucks her with youthful energy and enthusiasm.
After he climaxes inside her and then withdraws his penis, Polly stands up straight and steps out of her panties. With a little giggle, she says breathlessly, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on!”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers and penises fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and cock after cock plunges into her vagina, fucks her for a couple of minutes, then spills its semen and pulls out. Polly surrenders herself to the gangbang, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Stop this right now, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of panic. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly excitedly, climbing down from the table with semen pouring out of her vagina. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was wild!” she replies with a shiver. “Scary, almost ... but fun, yes.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Since her bulging panties are her only item of clothing, they could hardly be more obvious. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to The Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
Les finger-fucks her for a few moments, then he unzips his trousers, pulls out his erect penis, and sinks it deep into Polly’s vagina, causing her to squeal with excitement. “Ohh, yes please!” she exclaims.
As Les fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
With a groan, Les climaxes inside Polly. He pulls out of her, tucks his cock away, and then changes places with Gordon. As he slides his own erection into Polly’s vagina, Gordon grins and winks at you. He begins thrusting, and Polly moans with pleasure.
Soon she is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
Gordon pulls out of her, pushes her knees back a little further, then eases his semen-lubed cock into her anus. Polly coos with delight as he vigorously fucks her rectum. Two minutes later, he grunts and shudders as he deposits his semen deep in her bowels. Then, panting, he pulls out of her and puts his penis away.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the wonderful sex though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and giggles. “I’m such a slut!” she remarks happily.
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with several teenaged girls in party clothes, four shifty-looking lads in hoodies, and a man in an anorak who is sitting by herself at the end of the carriage. All of them are staring at Polly. The reactions of the girls are particularly interesting; one of them looks rather envious – whether because of Pollys spectacular breasts or her incredible boldness, you are not sure – and another looks as if her entire worldview has just been shattered.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that lonely chap over there?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly is on the sofa, watching the television. She starts running her tummy, looking uncomfortable and like she needs to do a poo. She lies back on the sofa, still watching TV, and starts filling her panties. This gets her excited, and she plays with herself. She brings herself off, and then falls asleep. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a pair of white panties and a gauzy pink nightie, through which you can faintly see her nipples when she puts it on.
Nigel describes the scene to her, and, as he films her, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The lads in hoodies, whose eyes have not left Polly for an instant, burst out laughing as they see her panties begin to fill up. “Couldn’t wait to get to a toilet?” one of them says, grinning. “Where are your clothes? Are you sleepwalking?” asks another.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
As the smell gets worse, the lads and the girls move down to the far end of the carriage, holding their noses and commenting loudly. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the man in the anorak and smiles at him. The man, who is in his late thirties, turns red, smiles a little, then drops his eyes and stares at his lap.
Polly leans back and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
The man looks up, his eyes widening, then he ducks his head, but continues to watch Polly from beneath his somewhat bushy eyebrows.
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the anorak-wearing man watches and shifts uncomfortably in his seat, Polly slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
Meanwhile, the lads in hoodies and the teenaged girls further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and one of the lads loudly jokes about “the loser getting some for the first time ever”.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them at the man in front of her, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You grin as you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the man in the anorak. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds a plain white t-shirt and an ultra-short tennis skirt for her to wear, and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off items of clothing. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses and shedding clothing as directed by Nigel. When he asks her to remove her panties as well, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
“All right!” says Brian happily, and he hurriedly disrobes.
The poses quickly get rather risqué, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In one pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. After a couple of photos in this position, he even pushes it in a little. When Polly does not object, he slides it in further and further, until the full length of his shaft is buried inside her.
“Fantastic!” exclaims Nigel. “Let’s try it doggy-style next...”
From then on, every pose that Nigel requests involves Brian’s penis being partly or fully inside Polly ... at first in her vagina, but later, as often as not, in her anus. In between shots, Brian gently thrusts his cock in and out of her, and is delighted that she seems perfectly fine with this.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily.
“Thank Christ!” says Brian, immediately increasing the pace and vigour of his thrusting. “Sorry Polly, but I just have to finish off inside you!”
“Perfectly understandable,” says Polly, and she wraps her legs around his back and cuddles him until, with a groan, he ejaculates inside her.
“Thank you Polly,” says Nigel, once she has extricated herself from beneath Brian’s exhausted form. “You’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, beautifully displaying her panty-clad buttocks. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s bottom. Then he says more loudly, “I’ll have a Coke please,” and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Lovely,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and slides one finger into her vagina. “You don’t mind if I do this, do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection. With a gleeful chuckle, he removed his fingers, and rams his cock into Polly’s vagina.
“Oh gosh!” gasps Polly.
You watch, fascinated, as Adolf fucks your girlfriend; somehow he manages to make sex seem maximally disgusting and perverse. Perhaps it is the leisurely manner in which he uses his erection in and out of her, as if he is savouring each thrust as an individual act of defilement. He certainly seems in no hurry to reach his orgasm.
Eventually he stops. “Hop on the bed, Polly,” he says. “Colin, get your dick out – I want you to fuck Polly’s cunt while I come in her arse.”
“Whoa!” you say. “If Polly’s getting double-teamed, then I need...
To be one of the participants.”
Popcorn or something.”
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out and pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Fair enough,” says Adolf with a grin. “You take her cunt; I’ll take her arse.”
“Aww!” says Colin grumpily.
Polly giggles as she takes off her panties and climbs on to the bed. “Come on then, lads!” she says.
You quickly disrobe, and lie down on the bed next to Polly. She swings her leg over you, sits up, and directs your penis into her vagina as she lowers herself on to it. Then she bends forward to lie on top of you, and Adolf kneels on the bed behind her. Polly shivers as his cock penetrates her anus. “Oh this is good!” she gasps.
Adolf begins fucking her rectum, and you match his motions with pelvic thrusts of your own. Polly becomes more and more excited, with two penises sliding in and out of her, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a powerful orgasm.
“Ohhh ... ohhh ... yeahhh!!” exclaims Adolf, arching his back as he pumps his semen into Polly’s rectum. Polly’s vagina clenches, gripping your penis, and this pushes you over the edge; you groan with pleasure as you ejaculate inside Polly.
“All right Colin,” says Adolf, climbing off the bed. “Your turn.”
Polly rolls off you, allowing you to get up off the bed, and Colin eagerly strips off below the waist and climbs on top of Polly. She seems quite willing to let Colin stick his erection inside her, while you and Adolf have a game of Planet Run.
As soon as Colin has climaxed, however, Adolf returns to the bed, and spends the next hour fingering Polly’s vagina and anus while you and Colin play video games. Eventually Polly says, “Well this has been lots of fun, but I should really be heading home.” She gets up and puts her panties back on.
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Colin laughs. “Sorry mate – I don’t have any popcorn. Help yourself to some Jaffa cakes though.” He strips off his jeans and rather shabby underpants, leaving his socks on, then he climbs on to the bed and lies down on his back.
Polly giggles excitedly as she takes off her panties and climbs on top of Colin, straddling his hips. With a quick glance at you to reassure herself that you are okay with this, she reaches down, takes hold of Colin’s pudgy erection, and guides it into her vagina. As she begins to bounce up and down on it, you grab a Jaffa cake and munch on it as you watch the action.
Adolf, having climbed on to the bed behind Polly, takes her by the shoulders and pushes her forwards, so that she lies down on top of Colin. Then, spitting copious quantities of phlegmy saliva into his palm, he lubricates his erection and slides it smoothly into Polly’s anus.
It is strangely erotic experience to sit here and eat your way through a pack of Jaffa cakes while your two best friends fuck your girlfriend. Polly seems to be loving it, however, and it is not long before she shudders and moans in a lengthy, intense orgasm. Thrusting inside her vigorously, Colin and Adolf climax too, shooting their semen into her vagina and rectum respectively.
“Planet Run, anyone?” you suggest, but Colin and Adolf seem oddly reluctant to get off the bed. Rearranging themselves so they are all lying on their sides, with Polly in the middle and your friends in front of and behind her, the three of them cuddle together for a while, until Adolf regains enough energy to begin fucking Polly again.
After an hour and a half of being played with and fucked by your friends, Polly says, “Much as I’m loving this, chaps, I should really be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you enjoyed watching your friends fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was wonderfully depraved.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
Your father gives you Bernard’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He seems happy to meet with you and Polly, and sets up an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this interview?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on a tight black microskirt that barely covers Polly’s white panties, and a slightly transparent white blouse, unbuttoned to below her breasts, with no bra beneath. Smart black high-heeled shoes complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the offices of Steele and Wilson, the accounting firm at which Bernard is a partner. A disapproving receptionist directs you to Bernard’s office, where you knock on the door.
“Come in!” calls Bernard, then “Wow!” he says, staring at Polly. He recovers quickly, and turns to you with a smile. “Nice to see you again – I think Rick and Rosie’s thirtieth wedding anniversary party was the last time we saw each other, wasn’t it? And it’s lovely to meet you, Polly.”
“Thank you for giving us this opportunity, Bernard,” you say. “How would you like to do this?”
“Well, take a seat, both of you,” says Bernard, “and I’ll just ask you a few questions...”
You and Polly sit down and answer Bernard’s questions, which mainly concern your abilities and experience with various pieces of computer software. You feel your answers are generally better than Polly’s, but you cannot help noticing that Bernard is very distracted by Polly’s legs, and it occurs to you that he can probably see her panties from where he is sitting.
After a while, Bernard says, “It’s a little hard to focus on both of you at once. Do you mind if I have a little one-on-one time with each of you?”
“Not at all,” you say. “Shall I step outside for a few minutes so you can chat with Polly?”
“Yes, please, that would be great,” says Bernard.
You smile at Polly, and say, “See you in a bit.”
Outside his office, you put your ear to the door, and you hear Bernard say, “That skirt’s frightfully short, Polly...”
You head to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea; you figure Bernard will be taking his time with Polly. Five minutes later, you go back and listen at his door again.
This time you hear, “I’m so sorry, Polly – that was extremely unprofessional of me. I don’t know what came over me.”
Then you hear Polly reply, “It’s absolutely fine, Bernard – I didn’t mind it at all. Actually, I quite enjoy having my bottom squeezed.”
You chuckle to yourself, and return to the kitchen to sit down with your tea. After another ten minutes, you wander back to Bernard’s office for another listen. This time, you hear the sounds of Bernard uttering rhythmic grunts, and Polly moaning with pleasure. You wait until the sounds have peaked in volume and then died down, and then you knock on the door.
“Uh ... just a minute!” says Bernard in a panicked voice. “Quick, Polly!”
You smirk, and open the door in time to see Polly, naked, climbing off the desk while Bernard tucks his shirt back into his trousers. He looks up at you anxiously.
“Relax,” you tell him. “Should I just assume Polly’s got the job?”
Bernard chuckles. “If she wants it,” he says, “I’d be delighted to have her working for me.”
“In that case, I accept,” says Polly.
“Excellent!” says Bernard happily. “Can you start tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” says Polly.
Once you have left the building with Polly, you turn to her and kiss her. “Well I guess your job’s taken care of,” you say. “Still no idea what I’m going to do.”
“Why not try a job agency?” suggests Polly.
You nod. “I suppose I have plenty of computer skills to offer. I’ll be fine, I’m sure. But how about you? I suppose daily sex with the boss will be part of your job description?”
Polly blushes. “It looks that way,” she says. “Are you all right with that?”
You nod. “Sure,” you tell her. Then you sigh, and hold her close. “I love you, Polly, my darling.”
“I love you too,” she replies happily.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Your father gives you Kenneth’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He is surprised and delighted to hear from you, and he invites you both to come and visit his warehouse for an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this warehouse visit?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on one of Polly’s radically shortened sundresses – a blue low-cut sundress with a low neckline – with no bra beneath. White panties just peeping below the hemline, and a pair of white trainers, complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the warehouse that Kenneth Linney runs. When you enter the office, you find your godfather arguing with one of his employees. You politely wait to be noticed.
Kenneth glances your way, then double-takes as he sees Polly. “Blimey!” he says. “This your girlfriend, then? You’ve done well, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” you reply, beaming with pride. “Kenneth, this is Polly. Polly, Kenneth.”
“Pleased to meet you,” says Kenneth, grinning at Polly’s hemline. “This is my day shift supervisor, Liam.”
Liam is also transfixed by Polly’s peeping panties. “Hi,” he says.
“Polly, you’re hired,” says Kenneth, and he guffaws loudly. Then he turns to you and adds, “You’ll have to interview.” Then he laughs again. “Only joking. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
He takes you on a tour of the warehouse – or rather warehouses – and you walk past forklift drivers who stop and stare at Polly in amazed delight.
“We have one temporary clerical position to fill,” says Kenneth, “and we need one forklift driver. I don’t suppose either of you has any forklift experience?” When you and Polly both shake your heads, he says, “No problem – we can train you in no time.”
“I’d be happy to learn how to drive a forklift,” says Polly.
“And I have good computer skills,” you add.
“Well I assumed it would be the other way around, but good for you, Polly!” says Kenneth. He beckons to a nearby forklift driver, who eagerly drives up in his truck. Kenneth introduces you and Polly, then says, “Ozzie’s one of our better FLT drivers. Oscar, do you want to let Polly have a little go?”
“Ooh yes please!” says Polly.
Oscar – a well-built and rather good-looking man in his thirties – dismounts from the truck, and Polly climbs on. Sitting with her knees well apart, she listens carefully to Oscar’s instructions, while he takes several long glances at her very exposed panties.
“Not shy, is she, your Polly?” remarks Kenneth in amusement.
“Nope,” you agree.
Polly puts her foot down, and suddenly the forklift lurches backwards at speed. “Brake! Brake!” yells Oscar. The truck comes to a stop just inches from a stack of empty pallets.
“Sorry!” exclaims Polly. “It’s possibly a little soon for me to be going solo.”
“Well there’s only one seat, Polly,” says Kenneth with a chuckle. “It’s not like driving a car – ‘solo’ is how everyone trains.”
“Well it’s a little nerve-wracking,” confesses Polly sheepishly. “Perhaps, I don’t know, I could sit on Oscar’s lap or something?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea!” says Oscar eagerly to Kenneth.
Kenneth laughs. “Sure, give it a go,” he says.
You watch with a smile as Polly moves aside to let Oscar sit down, then settles on to his lap, her knees straddling his. He puts his hands on her waist, then gestures to various controls as he tells her what they do. After the fourth gesture, his right hand returns to her thigh, rather than her waist. Since she does not object to this, the next time it lands a little higher.
“Come on,” says Kenneth to you. “While Polly’s learning about forklifts, I’ll show you the different kinds of products we store.”
“Okay,” you agree, and you follow him out of the warehouse. When you glance back at Polly, she seems to be leaning back against Oscar; her thighs are spread even wider apart, and Oscar’s hand is so far up her thigh that his thumb is practically touching her panties. Meanwhile, his other hand has crept around the front of her torso, and is nuzzling up against the underside of her left breast.
Kenneth spends an hour or so showing you around the other warehouses in the complex, and you try to pay attention, but you cannot help wondering what Polly is doing.
When you return to the warehouse where you left Polly, she is nowhere to be seen, so Kenneth takes you back to the office for an overview of the computers, filing system, and office facilities. After another hour, Polly is still nowhere to be seen, and she is not answering your texts. You begin to get a little worried.
Fortunately, she shows up just after half past four, in the company of three grinning warehouse workers, one of whom pulls his hand from behind her back as he sees his boss. Polly looks rather exhausted as she smiles at you.
The two of you head into the kitchen for a cup of tea, and Polly tells you what happened in the warehouse.
“After you left me with Oscar,” she says, “he was soon cupping the front of my panties with his hand. I didn’t complain, of course – I just asked him what the green button did. He started stroking my pussy through my panties, and he grabbed my left boob with his other hand, and then he put his hand inside my panties and got a finger inside me.
“I stopped asking questions at that point; I just lay back and let him feel me up. When he pulled up my dress to take it off, I raised my arms to help him. Then he pulled my panties down, got his dick out, and pushed it up inside me. And so we had sex – in a few different positions.”
“Awesome,” you say with a smile.
“By this time,” continues Polly, “his friends had started to gather round, and when Oscar had finished inside me, the rest of them started taking turns fucking me. There were, I don’t know, seven or eight of them? Once they’d all come inside either my vagina or my anus, they decided they wanted photos. So they took lots of photos of me naked, getting groped or fingered or even fucked by one or two of them at once – actually three of them, at one point.”
“Wow!” you say. “I’m sorry I missed it!”
“After that,” says Polly, “they decided they should get back to work, but Roy and Sam and Freddy decided to accompany me back to the office. As I came in – I don’t know if you noticed – Sam actually had his hand in the back of my panties, and his finger deep in my rectum. He quickly pulled it out when he saw Kenneth.”
“My goodness!” you say.
A few minutes later, Kenneth enters the kitchen. “Well,” he says, “I have good news. I’m prepared to offer you both temporary jobs, which may become permanent if things go well.”
“Excellent!” you say.
“You’ll be doing clerical work,” Kenneth says to you. “Inventory control, mostly – that’s s big job, but I’m sure you’re up to it. As for you, Polly ... well, driving a forklift may not really be your thing, but the loaders could use someone to do odd jobs around the warehouses – sweeping up messes, hunting down hard-to-find items, and so on.”
You are fairly sure you know what “and so on” will consist of. “That sounds fine,” says Polly. “Thank you!”
“There’s one more thing,” says Kenneth, his cheeks reddening slightly. “These warehouse chaps ... they’re a bit coarse, I’m afraid. And I’m concerned about them saying or doing something that might give you grounds to sue the company on grounds of sexual harassment or whatever.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Polly reassures him. “I don’t mind a bit of harmless groping – boys will be boys! I won’t complain.”
“That’s good!” says Kenneth, relieved. “Would you be willing to sign a waiver to that effect?”
“Sure!” says Polly. “What will it say?”
“Just that you waive your right to complain about inappropriate sexual comments or contact,” says Kenneth.
“That sounds fine,” says Polly. “And ... what about dress code? I wasn’t sure what to wear today, but...”
“What you’re wearing right now is absolutely fine,” says Kenneth fervently.
“Oh good,” says Polly. “What about something shorter, and more see-through? Would that be okay? I have a couple of babydoll negligees that I really like...”
“Yes,” says Kenneth, his cheeks turning very red. “That would be fine.” He pauses, lost in thought, for a few moments, then he clears his throat. “So ... um ... do you have any other questions?”
“Yes,” says Polly. “I’m afraid I have rather poor bowel control, and I keep having accidents in my panties. I used to get terribly mortified and upset about this, but lately, thanks in part to my supportive boyfriend here, I’ve learned to accept these accidents as part of I am, and even to enjoy them when they happen. So my question is this: would it be okay if, whenever I accidentally fill my panties with poo while I’m working in the warehouse, I keep the poo in my panties for a while? Like, I don’t know, an hour or two?”
Kenneth is staring at her, open-mouthed. “Are you serious?” he asks.
“Totally,” says Polly. “I understand, of course, that it’s a huge favour to ask, so if there’s anything you’d like me to do for you in return…”
Kenneth’s eyes widen. “Let’s discuss this in my office,” he says. “Just you and me. With the door closed.”
Polly smiles and says to you, “Will you be okay waiting here while I chat with Kenneth?”
You know what she is really asking, of course, and you reply, “Sure – go ahead.”
She leaves the room with Kenneth, and does not return for over half an hour. “It’s all settled,” she says. “Let’s go home.”
As you walk with her to the bus stop, she tells you what happened with Kenneth. “First, he asked me to take off my dress ... which of course I did. Then he pulled my panties down, and told me to lie back on his desk. I took off my shoes, kicked off my panties, and lay down as he asked. Then, naturally, he gave me a good fucking.
“After he had come inside me, he said I could do a poo in my panties whenever I wanted, as long as I agreed to a couple of conditions.”
“Which were?” you inquire.
“Firstly, he wants to be able to kiss me, feel me up, and have sex with me whenever he wants while I’m at work,” says Polly.
“Seems reasonable,” you reply with a smirk.
“Secondly,” continues Polly, “he requested that on two nights each week (to be chosen by him), I go home with him instead of with you, and spend those nights in his bed.”
“Wow,” you say, taken aback. “He’s pushing his luck, isn’t he?”
Polly nods. “I told him I doubted you would agree to that,” she says. “Plus, I can’t ask you to look after Dad on your own while I’m having sex with your boss at his house. I don’t think it will be a deal-breaker if I refuse that one. Thirdly...”
“Oh, there are more?” you inquire. “I thought he said ‘a couple’...”
“He kept thinking of extra ones,” says Polly with a grin. “Thirdly, he says I am forbidden to have sex with any of the warehouse staff (which includes you I’m afraid), and he will administer bare-bottom spankings in front of his employees if I break that rule.”
“Oh?” you say in surprise. “Sounds like you won’t be having quite so much fun in the warehouse as I imagined.”
“Don’t bet on it,” says Polly with a chuckle. “Fourthly, if a warehouse employee (clerical staff excluded) tries to have sex with me, I must not object or resist in any way.”
“The third and fourth conditions seem amusingly contradictory,” you observe wryly.
“Fifthly, while I’m permitted to fill my panties with poo, Kenneth doesn’t want to encourage me to do so. Therefore, as a disincentive, if I do a poo in my panties, I have to remove my dress and spend the rest of the day in just my panties.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
“Sixthly...”
“Good grief, how many of these conditions are there?” you ask.
“Aren’t you enjoying them?” inquires Polly.
“I am, actually,” you reply. “Please do continue.”
“Sixthly,” says Polly, “I’m allowed only one spare pair of panties. If I have two accidents in one day (which I assured him would be a frequent occurrence), once I’ve cleaned up after the second one I’ll have to remain naked for the rest of the day.”
You laugh. “Oh my goodness, Polly!”
“Seventhly,” she continues, “and this, I promise, is the last one ... I’m only allowed to keep my poo in my panties for one hour before cleaning up.”
“Okay!” you say. “Wow. So ... what are we going to do about number two?”
Polly raises an eyebrow. “I thought we were going to refuse that one?”
“Well,” you say, “it seems a shame to do so – it is, after all, delightfully perverse...”
“But are you really going to be okay with looking after Dad?” she asks in surprise. “Bath time and toilet visits are no picnic...”
“I’ll manage,” you assure her.
Just then, Kenneth walks in. “Have you decided?” he asks Polly.
Polly hesitates. Then, “Yes,” she says. “I accept all of your conditions.”
“Excellent!” he says, taking her in his arms and kissing her. You are surprised, and a little taken aback, by the enthusiasm with which she responds to the kiss. He lifts up her dress, and she raises her arms to help him take it off. Then he pulls her panties down, bends her over the table, and gets out his erection. As he slides it into Polly’s vagina, he turns to you and says, “You might as well head home – Polly’s coming home with me tonight.”
“Really?” you ask, dismayed. “On the very first day?”
“Yup!” says Kenneth, grinning. “So bugger off, there’s a good chap – I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”
With mixed feelings, you leave the office and head to the bus stop. Time will tell if this arrangement will turn out to be exciting or intolerable, but you suppose that if it proves to be the latter, you and Polly can always quit and get other jobs.
Assuming, of course, that Polly wants to...
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. As he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties, she slowly pulls them down, exposing her anus and pussy to his delighted gaze. Then she gasps as Barry reaches out and gently inserts a finger into her vagina.
“Barry!” she says in mock reproach, straightening up and kicking her panties into a corner.
A few points later, while conversing with Jeff, she lifts one foot up on to the arm of his chair, and casually begins to masturbate. Jeff’s grins in delight, then he reached between her legs and worms a finger into her vagina.
“Really Jeff!” she scolds him, without making any attempt to stop him. After a minute or so, however, she puts her foot down and pulls away.
Five points later, however, as Polly is bending over the table to retrieve the ball, Barry gets out of his chair and comes over to stand behind her. He slides two fingers inside her and begins thrusting them in and out. Polly remains bent over, and sighs happily as she closes her eyes.
Then Barry unzips his jeans, pulls out his erection, and slides it into Polly’s vagina. “Barry, you’re a naughty man,” murmurs Polly as he begins fucking her.
Barry takes his time; it is over ten minutes later when he finally groans and grabs Polly’s hips, pulling himself deeper inside her as he pumps her full of his semen. After a two minute cool-down, he withdraws his penis, and Jeff eagerly takes his place.
Jeff finishes more quickly than Barry, but he manages to bring Polly to orgasm by the time he reaches his own. Then he, too, pulls out of her and stands back, grinning happily. “Thanks Polly!” he says.
“You’re welcome!” says Polly, standing up straight. Semen is leaking down the insides of both thighs. “Shall we continue?”
After another singles game, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly, tucking her panties into her bag.
“Naked?” inquires Barry with a grin.
“Sure, why not?” says Polly impishly.
Outside, her nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
“Dad!” Polly snaps, her cheeks turning red with anger. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you think of my clothing choices. If you don’t want me to remain living with you, then fine! I’ll move out, and find a place to live with the man I love.” She puts her arm around you. “But if you want me to stay here, then you’d better get used to me being semi-naked, and you’d better get start treating my boyfriend with respect!”
Her father stares at her with a mixture of surprise and alarm. “Perhaps I ... overreacted,” he says. “Seeing you like this was a bit of a shock.” He turns towards you and says, “I apologise, young man.”
“That’s quite all right, sir,” you reply gallantly. “Totally understandable.”
“No need to call me ‘sir’,” he says with a chuckle. “Damon will be fine.”
“All right, Damon,” you say with a smile.
Damon looks back at Polly, and grimaces. Then he says, “Well, perhaps we should have some dinner. Is it ready yet, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
“Give us some more wine, will you Polly?” he says after a while.
“You’ve had enough, Dad,” she says, pursing her lips.
“Not quite enough to get used to seeing you topless,” he remarks, a little grumpily. “Come on, love, it won’t hurt me to get a little tipsy.”
“All right, fine,” says Polly.
Half an hour later, Damon is rather more than tipsy, and Polly helps him to bed. Then she comes back downstairs and says, “Well, my love, would you like to stay the night?”
“Absolutely!” you say. “But won’t your dad object?”
“Tough luck for him if he does,” she replies with a shrug.
You smile. “Well then, let’s have an early night!”
It is wonderful to finally get to spend a full night with Polly. Her bed is a single, but you manage not to fall out; fortunately you both enjoy snuggling.
In the morning, you and Polly have breakfast, then, still wearing nothing but a pair of panties, Polly fetches her father, who does not look very pleased to see you. He is civil, however, and he asks what you plan to do today.
“Well,” you reply, “I need to get my stuff from Juniper Hall...”
“I’ll help you,” says Polly. “We’ll bring it all back here.”
Damon grunts in annoyance, but he seems to have accepted the idea of you living with him and Polly. “Then what?” he asks. “Are you going to find yourselves jobs?”
You nod. “Yes, I suppose so,” you say.
“Do your parents know you got expelled?” Damon asks.
You shudder. You have so far avoided calling your parents to give them the news. “Not yet,” you admit. “I suppose I should call them now.”
You do so, and endure a wrathful ten-minute lecture from your father. Then he says, “What are you going to do for work?”
“Polly and I are going to look for jobs today,” you tell him.
“Well,” says your father, “I have plenty of contacts in the city. My cousin Bernard is looking for a secretary, I believe, and your godfather Kenneth Linney is always hiring temps at his warehouse. I’m sure we can find you both some work in no time.”
“Thanks Dad,” you say. “Perhaps you could give me...
Bernard’s number?”
Kenneth’s number?”
Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “There is something else I should tell you about, though,” she says a little awkwardly, not quite meeting your eye.
“Oh?” you inquire.
Polly blushes. “Um, Ralph kind of expects me to let him fuck me every day,” she says. “Actually, he’s fucked me twice already today.”
“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Well, I guess that’s fine with me. Just don’t leave me for him, okay?”
Polly laughs. “Not likely!” she says. “But ... um ... there’s something else. He says he might sometimes invite friends around, and he’d like me to let them fuck me, too.”
“Really?” you say, raising an eyebrow.
“And,” says Polly, hanging her head, “he made a point of saying they would be paying him for it.”
“So he wants to pimp you out,” you say. “He wants you to be a prostitute.”
“Yes,” says Polly in a small voice. “What do you think?”
“What did you tell him?” you ask. “I mean, did you agree to it?”
“Um,” says Polly, staring at the floor. “I ... I’m afraid I told him he could give me to anyone he wants.”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.
THE END
Return to last save point.
The next time you walk into the Geography building, a couple of minutes before nine in the morning, you glance around for a sign of Polly, but do not see her. You head into your first lecture and, as usual, take a seat at the back of the theatre.
Polly is the last student to enter the room, and she ducks down low as she comes along the back row to sit next to you. You are delighted to see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton/Lycra panties. “Wow!” you whisper, staring happily at her naked breasts. “What a nice outfit!”
She giggles happily. “Enjoy it while you can,” she says. “I expect this will be my last day.”
“You’ll try to make it through, though, without getting caught?” you inquire.
“Insofar as that fits in with your plans for me, yes,” she replies, with a wink. “If I don’t sit up too straight, the professors won’t see my breasts, and hopefully if they notice my bare shoulders they’ll think I’m just wearing a strapless top.”
“Let’s hope so!” you say.
A few minutes later, while the professor drones on, you...
Reach beneath Polly’s arm and begin fondling her breast.
Reach into the front of her panties and begin stroking her pussy.
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Polly smiles as she feels your hand on her breast, and calmly takes notes while you massage it. Growing bolder, you put your arm around her, snuggling close so that you can fondle both breasts at once. Polly makes no attempt to stop you, but a sharp look from the professor causes you to hastily withdraw your arm and move away from her a little.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly’s cheeks become a little flushed as you slide your hand down inside the front of her panties, and she parts her thighs to allow you easier access. As you cup her pussy and start gently rubbing her clitoris, she clutches the desk with her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to utter excited gasps. You insert your finger into her vagina and start stroking her g-spot, and the gasps become little stifled moans. The sounds attract the attention of some of the students nearest to you, and they grin at you in amusement as they figure out what you are doing. Polly, her eyes still closed, is oblivious of this.
After a couple of minutes, she shudders in orgasm, groaning into the back of her wrist. You withdraw your hand from her panties, and she turns to you and smiles shyly. “Thank you – that was lovely,” she whispers.
She sits next to you in your second lecture of the morning, too. Halfway through it, you notice Polly’s eyes glazing over, and you take the opportunity to...
Ask her to take off her panties.
Bend down and kiss her nipple.
Polly shivers, then nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
Polly plants her hands either side of her hips, lifts her bottom a few inches off the seat, and strains. Putting your hand beneath her bottom, you feel a warm, soft lump appear in her panties. It grows into a bulge, which soon fills your hand even as you spread out your fingers. It grows still further, descending until your hand becomes sandwiched between the soft warm bulge and the wooden seat beneath.
“Mmmm,” murmurs Polly with a happy sigh. “I wish I could stay like this for a while.”
“So do,” you reply, smiling. “Wait until everyone can smell it, and then they’ll all be watching you as you leave.”
“That sounds like fun!” says Polly with a giggle. “But then my toplessness would definitely be noticed!”
“True,” you admit.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She waits for the professor to resume writing on his whiteboard, then she stands up.
As Polly makes her way towards the end of the bench, you grin gleefully at the sight of her bulging panties, which are sagging down so much that an inch or so of buttock cleavage is showing above the waistband. The grapefruit-sized bulge wobbles as Polly walks.
When she reaches the aisle, however, disaster strikes. “What is the meaning of this?” demands Professor Jones, staring at Polly with a look of sheer outrage.
“Um,” says Polly, turning bright red as she covers her breasts with one arm, and as much of her panties as she can with her other hand. “I’m sorry – I had a bit of an accident...”
“That’s no accident!” barks the professor. “All sorts of stories about you have been circulating among the faculty, Polly ... and I am disappointed to discover that they seem to be true! Well, it’s time you paid the price; I want you to go and see the Principal, right now!”
Polly looks panic-stricken, and you leap to your feet. “That’s hardly fair!” you exclaim. “Polly can’t help having a weak bowel – her accidents really are accidents!”
The professor glares at you. “You can go with her!” she snaps. “My colleagues tell me you’ve been pushing her into more and more outrageous acts of public lewdness! I hope Professor Daniels expels you both!”
You gulp, suddenly aware that you may have just thrown away your chances of getting a degree. Picking up your things and Polly’s, you leave the lecture theatre and join Polly out in the lobby. Together, the two of you leave the building and walk across the campus to see Professor Daniels, the university’s Principal.
“Do you think I should clean up first?” asks Polly nervously.
“Don’t you dare,” you reply.
She smiles. “Okay then,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
You enter the main administrative building, and find the Principal’s office without difficulty. You knock on the door.
“Come in!”
You and Polly open the door of the office and walk in, and stand together nervously in front of the professor’s desk.
Professor Daniels, a smartly-dressed man in his fifties, looks Polly up and down, then sniffs the air. “Ah yes,” he says. “Your reputation precedes you, Polly, and I see you are not trying to hide it. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”
“It’s all my fault,” you interject quickly. “I have this fetish, you see, and I persuaded Polly’s to indulge it...”
“Yes, but I enjoy it!” says Polly quickly. “He didn’t force me or anything.”
The professor shrugs. “Well we can’t have you doing this sort of thing around campus. You’re expelled, both of you. Now get out of my office.”
“But Professor...” you begin.
“Get out!” he snaps.
Leaving the office and closing the door behind you, you turn to Polly. “Well that’s that,” you say with a sigh. “What shall we do now?”
“Get jobs?” says Polly. “And ... maybe ... do you want to move in with me and my dad?”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Sure!”
“He knows that sooner or later he’ll have to move into assisted living accommodation,” says Polly, “but he’s not quite ready for that yet. I think I can persuade him that it’s in his own interests to let you move in with us ... if he decides he likes you.”
You kiss her. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression,” you tell her. “When do I get to meet him?”
“This evening,” says Polly. “Come to dinner.”
“Okay!” you say.
Polly heads home, and you go back to Juniper Hall to pack up your things. That evening, feeling a little nervous, you travel by bus to Polly’s house. You ring the doorbell, and Polly opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of clean panties.
“I’ll have to put a dress on for Dad,” she says with a grin, “but I thought you’d like me to answer the door like this.”
“Good decision,” you say, smiling. You kiss her tenderly, then you add,
“Now go and change, and then introduce me to your dad.”
“But I think you should stay like this. If we’re to live together, your dad will have to learn to put up with you being permanently undressed.”
Your request rouses Polly to wakefulness, and she giggles. “I don’t see why not,” she whispers. She lifts her bottom slightly off the seat, pulls her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Placing them on the seat next to her, she says, “There – I’m naked!”
“Good girl,” you reply with a grin.
Polly remains naked for the rest of the lecture, only putting her panties back on as the other students start to leave.
She sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
As you bend over to place your lips on her breast, Polly smiles and leans back a little to give you more room. Then she murmurs “Mmmm...” appreciatively as you begin to suck on her nipple. For at least five minutes you kiss, lick and suck on first ons nipple and then the other, until Polly whispers, “Better stop – the professor’s giving us suspicious looks.”
You sit up, grabbing your pen and holding it up with a “Found it!” expression. The professor raises an eyebrow, but continues the lecture without pause.
Polly sits with you in the third lecture, too. Halfway through this one, you...
Ask Polly for a blow-job.
Whisper that you’d like to have sex with her.
Polly giggles, and nods. She waits until the professor is looking at the whiteboard, then she slides off her seat and ducks down out of sight. Unzipping your jeans, she reaches in and retrieves your penis, which is already mostly erect. She takes it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she begins to suck on it lovingly. She gently eases your shaft in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head of your cock, and you start to breathe more heavily as your arousal grows.
Polly’s mouth and tongue continue to work their magic over the next few minutes, and her head bobs up and down with increasing speed. Soon the sensation of fucking her mouth is so intense that you can barely keep yourself from uttering loud groans of pleasure. Your body stiffens, and then you gasp as you spurt your semen copiously against her tonsils.
As your orgasm winds down, Polly remains on her knees, sucking your penis gently while it softens, extracting every last drop of sperm and swallowing it down. Eventually she withdraws her head; your penis flops out, and she kisses it tenderly. Then she smiles up at you, and cautiously resumes her seat.
“God I love you Polly!” you whisper.
“I love you too!” she whispers back.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly blushes crimson, and whispers, “Right here and now?”
“Yes,” you reply. “Just get down on the floor on your hands and knees, and I’ll do the rest.”
Polly considers this for a moment, then she nods. “Okay,” she says.
When the professor is not looking, she slips off her seat and ducks down, getting on her hands and knees. You ease yourself on to your knees behind her, gently tug her panties down her thighs, and then you take out your erect penis. Using your saliva, you lubricate it, then sink it slowly into Polly’s vagina.
She moans softly as you begin thrusting inside her. You glance down at the front of the room; the professor is busy writing on the board and paying no attention to what is going on at the back.
A minute or so later, however, he does turn around to face the students, so you stop thrusting and turn your upper body to face the front. The professor does not even glance at you, and soon turns his back again.
You resume fucking Polly, and soon reach your climax, pumping your semen deep inside her. A few moments later, with your erection wilting, you withdraw from her vagina and tuck your penis away. Polly pulls her panties back up, and the two of you sit back in your seats. Polly smiles shyly at you, and you hold her hand happily for the next few minutes.
She sits with you in the fourth lecture, too. During this one, you...
Ask her to do a poo in her panties.
Suggest slipping out early while the professor is not looking.
Polly shivers, and nods, “All right,” she says. “Just a little one though, okay? I want to save plenty for later.”
“Okay,” you say.
Polly leans forward, lifts her bottom off the seat, and starts to push. As she grunts and strains, you duck your head down to peer beneath her bottom, and watch a roundish bulge grow in the seat of her white panties.
Then she stops pushing. “There,” she whispers. “That’ll do for now.” Then she grins. “Want to mash it into my pussy?” She leans away from you, resting on her right hip and presenting to you her bottom and bulging panties.
Fascinated, you cup the bulge in your hand and gently press it against her, the poo inside flattening and squishing between her buttocks, and forward over her vaginal opening. You knead the poo further, working it into the front of her panties, and then you begin to massage her pussy through her panties and the thick layer of poo. She moans softly, and a couple of nearby students turn around to see what is going on.
By this time, the smell has spread through the room, and several students are muttering about Polly. “Ugh, look, she’s crapping herself again!” exclaims one young woman.
“Polly, for heaven’s sake!” says the professor. “Get out of here and clean up!”
“Sorry!” says Polly, getting up and making her way along the bench towards the aisle, her panties plastered to her buttocks with poo.
“And look what she’s wearing!” says another girl.
“Yes Polly, I’m not sure that outfit’s entirely appropriate...” says the professor, but Polly is already through the door.
A few minutes later, she returns in a fresh pair of panties and sits down next to you. She giggles quietly. “That was fun!” she whispers.
After the lecture, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly smiles and nods. When the professor next turns his back, she whispers, “Come on then,” and she grabs her things and sneaks towards the door.
You quickly follow her, and the two of you make your way up to the top floor maintenance room, which fortunately you find empty.
You spend a few minutes kissing and cuddling with Polly. She lets you put your hand in her panties, and she moans softly as you gently caress her labia and clitoris. Then she gasps as you slide your middle finger into her vagina and begin gently thrusting it in and out.
You kiss her deeply for a long moment, then say, “Polly, I’d really love to see you...
Do another poo in your panties.”
Take those panties off.”
Polly giggles nervously. Then she tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, quickly pushes them down to her ankles, then steps out of them. Standing up, she says a little breathlessly, “Well, I’m naked!”
“Nice!” you say appreciatively. Glancing over at Neil and Roddy, you see that both of them are watching Polly with keen interest. “You have an audience,” you tell Polly.
Polly glances over at them, and smiles mischievously. “Good,” she says.
You beckon Neil and Roddy over. As they approach with big grins on their faces, you say, “Polly, how about...
We give these chaps a nice sex show?”
You let these chaps have a bit of a grope?”
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
“That’s my girl!” you say happily.
Polly turns and rests her elbows on the bench, next to her lab notes. Then, as you watch her panties intently, she purses her lips, and strains.
A lump appears in the back of her panties, and it grows larger and larger as she pushes out more and more poo. At this point
Neil and Roddy notice what she is doing, and they come over to take a closer look. Polly grins as she sees how close they are, and the two young men stare in amazement as the bulge in her panties reaches the size of a small melon.
“Amazing,” remarks Neil, tugging the waistband of her panties out at the back so he can peer inside. “So much poo!”
By now, of course, the smell is getting quite noticeable. “Well, that’s it,” says Polly, her eye shining in excitement. “We’d better get back to work.”
To your delight, and apparently Neil’s, Polly carries on with her lab work while her bulging panties bump about beneath her bottom as she moves around. After a couple of minutes, people start complaining loudly about the smell, and you overhear one girl saying, “That Polly – she’s like a poo factory!”
Owen comes around the corner, and he rolls his eyes when he sees Polly’s panties. “Good grief, Polly,” he says. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Sorry,” Polly apologises. “Let me just reach a good breaking point, and I’ll go and clean up.”
“Whatever,” says Owen with a sigh.
Polly nods, and continues to work with her panties full of poo. Half an hour later, everyone in the room has become so used to the smell that nobody is even commenting on it anymore. Owen comes by a couple more times, but he merely sighs and shakes his head at the sight of Polly’s bulging panties.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly stops on the way to clean up in the ladies’ toilets, then, five minutes later, she joins you at the back of the lecture theatre. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she nods excitedly as she turns and bends over a stool, spreading her feet apart. You reach between her legs and begin caressing her pussy, stroking her clitoris for a while and then sliding a finger inside her. Soon she is practically dripping with her arousal. You unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, and lubricate it with a little saliva. Then, as Neil and Roddy watch with mouths agape, you slide your penis deep into Polly’s vagina.
Roddy glances around anxiously as you start fucking Polly with hard, deep strokes, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. But Owen does not seem to be nearby, and Roddy cannot for long keep his eyes off your cock thrusting in and out of Polly. “Wow,” he says. “You two are crazy!”
Neil, grinning, reaches under Polly’s chest to give her left breast a squeeze. She does not object to this, so he continues to fondle her while you build towards your climax.
Eventually, with a shudder, you ejaculate inside Polly, but you continue to fuck her for as long as you can afterwards, which allows Polly to reach her own orgasm.
“Oh that was wonderful!” gasps Polly as you pull out of her. Roddy, fascinated, stares at her still-gaping vagina as your semen leaks from it.
“Back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
Polly’s eyes widen, but she does not object, nor does she recoil as Neil reaches out and puts his hand on her breasts. He grins as he massages them, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers. Then he reaches down between her legs with his right hand, and she gasps as he slips a finger inside her.
Roddy, eager to help, pulls a stool up against Polly’s bottom, and as she sits down on it and leans back, he catches her shoulders and pulls another stool beneath her back for her to lie on. Neil spreads her thighs apart, eyeing her exposed vagina lustfully, and he begins thrusting two fingers in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Roddy bends down and begins sucking on Polly’s right nipple while fondling her left breast. Polly, stimulated in multiple erogenous zones simultaneously, begins moaning excitedly. Neil, fumbling with the zip of his jeans with his free hand, pulls out his already erect penis, and smears it with Polly’s juices. Then he slides it slowly into her vagina, while Polly gasps with excitement. “Yes!” she whispers. “Fuck me!”
Neil looks at you uncertainly, but as you smile at him in encouragement, he grins and begins thrusting hard inside Polly. Her moans escalate in pitch and volume, and you look around anxiously. Neil increases the pace of his thrusts, and Polly arches her back as she approaches her orgasm. Then suddenly she shudders and groans in ecstasy, her whole naked body writhing as Neil continues to rapidly fuck her.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was amazing!” Her body goes limp as Neil finally withdraws his wilting penis.
“All right, back to work, everyone,” you say, spying the top of Owen’s head not far away. Neil and Roddy hurry back to their workstation, and Polly climbs off the stools and puts her panties back on.
After the lab, you both head to your final lecture of the day. Polly sits with you at the back of the room. Midway through the lecture, you...
Slip your hand between her legs.
Whisper, “Polly, will you do another poo in your panties for me?”
At five o’clock, you and Polly leave the building, and Polly says, “Well, my love, what shall we do now?”
You smile at her. “How about we...
Go and eat at a restaurant?”
Go back to my halls of residence and have dinner there?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says.
“Awesome!” you say with a grin.
Polly turns around, bends her knees slightly, and strains. A small bulge forms in her white cotton/Lycra panties; it quickly grows larger as Polly pushes out more and more poo, swelling to the size of a grapefruit. At this point, Polly stops.
“There’s more to come,” she says cheerfully, “but I want to save some for later.”
You grin happily. “You’re wonderful, Polly,” you tell her.
Polly giggles. “Well, I’d better go and clean up,” she says.
Still admiring her panties, you reply,
“Okay.”
“Wait ... would you mind going to lunch with me like that?”
“I just did a great big one!” Polly whispers. “Don’t be greedy! I need a little time for my bowels to fill back up.”
You pout, and she giggles.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says. She pulls down her panties and steps out of them.
“Wow!” you say with a grin.
Polly smiles, and gives you a naked twirl. “You like?” she says.
“You’re beautiful!” you tell her.
Polly beams. “Thank you!” she says.
You take her in your arms and kiss her, then you pull her down to the floor. As you unzip and pull down your jeans, she purrs in anticipation. Then you lubricate your penis with saliva and begin to push it into Polly’s anus. “Oooh,” she murmurs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders to give you a better angle. “Yes ... that’s lovely...”
Fortunately Polly is very accustomed to relaxing her heavily-trafficked anus, and it offers little resistance as you sink your erection deep into her rectum. Then you begin to fuck her, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing vigour. Long before you are ready to come, however, you pull your penis out of her anus, and plunge it into her vagina.
“Oh yes!” Polly whispers as she feels your shaft sink deep inside her. She wraps her legs around your back. “Fuck me...”
It does not take long for you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump Polly full of your semen, and she holds you tightly inside her until you relax and begin to soften.
“That was lovely,” says Polly happily. You climb off her and pull your jeans back up, while Polly gets up and puts her panties back on.
At one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly seems happy for you to caress her pussy through her panties, and sighs happily as you slip your hand inside. When you try to work your finger into her vagina, she spreads her legs apart to allow you easier access. For the next ten minutes you stroke her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, until she shudders in orgasm, moaning quietly into her crooked elbow as she slumps over her notes.
Coming down from her climax, she sits up straight with a very red face, and smiles at you with her eyes shining. For the rest of the lecture, you continue to finger her; she does not seem to mind this at all.
Continue.
“All right,” Polly whispers. She lifts her bottom off the seat, closes her eyes, and strains. You slip your hand beneath her buttocks, and smile as her panties start bulging into your palm. The bulge feels warm and soft, and it rapidly grows until your hand can no longer encompass it.
“Mmmm,” says Polly, smiling contentedly. “That feels so nice! I don’t want to clean up right away.”
You reply,
“Well let’s see if you can manage to stay here until the end of the lecture.”
“You’ll feel even nicer with a good thick turd in your vagina.”
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and walk to the bar, where Polly’s near-nudity quickly becomes the centre of attention, provoking dozens of comments, both positive and negative, and a few opportunistic gropes. Only when you and she sit down at the bar, and Polly stops responding to either lustful praise or scornful criticism, does the attention subside somewhat.
You buy her a drink, and while she sips at it, you...
Say, “Polly, would you do another poo in your panties for me please?”
Challenge her to a game of pool.
“Sure!” says Polly, and the two of you head outside and find a nice secluded spot on the grass beneath the spreading boughs of an oak tree.
Polly lies down on her back and smiles up at you. Lying on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow, you bend your head down and start kissing her softly. Then you...
Ask her to do another poo in her panties.
Slide your hand into her panties.
Polly giggles. “Sure, why not?” she says. She gets up on to her stool, kneeling on it as she bends over the bar, her panties blatantly on display ... and then she strains.
Watching her from your own stool, you have a beautiful view of the bulge that forms in the seat of her panties; but then, so does almost everyone else in the bar. She strains again, and her panties continue to fill up until they are sagging under the weight of a grapefruit-sized quantity of poo.
The smell is by now rather obvious, as is the volume of outraged voices complaining about it. Many insults are being hurled in Polly’s direction. She giggles in nervous excitement. “I think my accident’s been noticed,” she remarks with a grin. “I’d better clean up before there’s a riot.”
She heads for the door marked with stick figure people, her white bulging panties swaying back and forth with each step. You look around, and note with satisfaction many people staring at Polly. A few of them are rolling their eyes or shaking their head. “There she goes again”, “That girl has a problem”, and “Disgusting – Polly should be ashamed of herself!” are just some of the comments you overhear.
Five minutes later Polly returns, in a fresh pair of panties and free of odour, and she rejoins you at the bar. “That was fun!” she says. “Were people talking about me?”
“Of course they were,” you reply with a smile.
“Good!” says Polly happily.
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly agrees, and the two of you begin playing pool. Naturally, Polly’s naked breasts and panties immediately attract a crowd of male spectators, who start cheering her on. Between shots, she acts all embarrassed and coy, but you can tell she is loving the attention.
You notice that a few of the lads are pausing to slip a hand into the back of Polly’s panties whenever they walk past her while she is bending over – and she does not seem to mind this at all; in fact she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at each one of them as he slides his fingers into her vagina. Then she takes her shot, straightens up, and turns to give him a quick peck on the cheek as he withdraws his hand from her panties.
Soon, barely a moment goes by when one lad or another is not finger-fucking Polly. Clearly enjoying this, Polly takes her time preparing to take each shot, and it is not long before one of her molesters pulls her panties down, takes out his cock, and slides it into her vagina. A cheer goes up as he fucks her with youthful energy and enthusiasm.
After he climaxes inside her and then withdraws his penis, Polly stands up straight and steps out of her panties. With a little giggle, she says breathlessly, “Well, I suppose I’m playing in the nude from now on!”
After this, there is a steady stream of fingers and penises fucking her vagina, and soon she is lifted up and laid down on her back on the pool table. “Whoa!” she says, wide-eyed.
Hands are all over her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, massaging her belly and thighs ... and cock after cock plunges into her vagina, fucks her for a couple of minutes, then spills its semen and pulls out. Polly surrenders herself to the gangbang, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a loud and intense orgasm. “Oh yes! Yes!” she cries.
“Hey! Stop this right now, guys!” says the barman, coming over with a look of panic. “This had better all be consensual!”
“Oh it is, it is!” says Polly excitedly, climbing down from the table with semen pouring out of her vagina. She retrieves her panties and puts them back on.
“Come on,” you say to her with a smile. “Let’s find somewhere to sit down. Did you have fun?”
“It was wild!” she replies with a shiver. “Scary, almost ... but fun, yes.”
As two o’clock approaches, you and Polly head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Polly lifts her head up and looks around nervously. “All right,” she agrees.
“Cool!” you say excitedly.
Polly raises her knees, plants her feet about a foot apart, and strains. Curious, you shuffle forwards so you can peer at her panties, which are starting to expand outwards with a growing quantity of poo. When the bulge reaches the size of an orange, it is already quite obvious, but Polly keeps on pushing and pushing, and as more poo flows out of her anus to fill her panties, the bulge swells to roughly grapefruit-sized.
Here Polly stops. “There’s plenty more to come,” she says apologetically, “but I’d like to save some for later.”
She seems in no particular hurry to clean up, so the two of you continue to talk and kiss for a while. Meanwhile, people passing by are slowing down to stare with furrowed brows at Polly’s panties. “I think your ‘accident’ has been noticed,” you remark.
“Good,” she says with a smile. “But I’m not sure that it’s being noticed enough.” And she spreads her legs apart to a highly indecent degree, lewdly showing off her bulging panties to any and all passers-by.
“Oh my God, you’re incredible!” you say, delighted at her shameless behaviour.
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
She remains in this position, shocking one student after another, until just before ten to two. Then she carefully gets to her feet. “I should go and clean up before the lab,” she says. “Is my poo nice and obvious?”
Since her bulging panties are her only item of clothing, they could hardly be more obvious. “Very,” you say with a smile. “And I love that you think that’s a good thing!”
Polly turns back to you and smiles. “My secret is out,” she says with a shrug. “No point in trying to hide it anymore.”
Hand in hand, the two of you walk to the Geography building, smiling at the shouts, horrified exclamations, and derisive comments that follow in your wake. Inside, Polly disappears into the ladies’ to clean up.
When she emerges it is almost two o’clock, so you both head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
You slip your hand into Polly’s panties, and begin to stroke her pussy. Polly looks around and smiles. “People are looking,” she says contentedly.
“Good,” you say, smiling at her. “Spread your legs apart a little.”
Polly moves her feet about two feet apart. “God, I love showing off my panties!” she gasps. She sees two female students pass by, staring at her in obvious disapproval, and she spreads her thighs even wider apart. A few minutes later, when a little group of male students passes by, she spreads her legs obscenely wide. The lads stop, their jaws dropping as they stare in awe at Polly’s panties. Eagerly they all pull out their phones and take a couple of photos. You pull the gusset of Polly’s panties aside, exposing her pussy, and the young men cheer and take more photos. Then, laughing, they continue on their way.
“How are you doing?” you ask Polly.
“I’m loving it,” she replies with a giggle. “How about we try it without the panties?”
“Okay,” you reply with a grin, and you pull her panties down as she lifts her bottom off the grass. Now completely naked, she spreads her legs obscenely wide again, and you fuck her with two of your fingers as passing students stare and gape in shock.
Unable to contain your arousal any longer, you unzip your jeans, pull out your erection, lie down on top of Polly, and plunge yourself deep inside her. “Oh God!” she murmurs. “Yes ... fuck me...”
You fuck her for a couple of minutes, but it occurs to you that you are now hiding her nudity from passers-by. Rolling over on to your back, you say, “Straddle me – facing the path.”
Polly gets the idea immediately, and is soon bouncing up and down on your erection while leaning back slightly so that spectators can see your cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Several young men stop to take photos and video, some of them coming right up to take a close look. Then Polly, almost delirious with excitement, reaches down to grab your penis, which she removes from her vagina and presses into her anus. As she sits back down, you sink deep into her rectum. Then she resumes bouncing, as more and more lads gather to watch and film the action.
Finally you climax with a groan, spurting your semen into her bowels. Polly rubs her clitoris for a moment before reaching her own orgasm. Climbing off you, she lies down next to you on her back, panting, while leaving her legs spread wide so that people can continue to film her pussy, vagina and anus.
As two o’clock approaches, Polly finally puts her panties back on. Then you and she head to the geology lab, where Owen practically begs Polly to put something on her top half. Polly tells him she has nothing else to put on, but that she will be careful to stay out of sight of faculty members.
Some of the female students make rather rude remarks, and one even threatens to report her. Polly’s polite, earnest responses seem to defuse the hostility, and you are very proud of her.
As always, you have fun working with her, and after an hour or so you ask her...
To take off her panties.
To do a poo in her panties.
Wearing nothing but her massively bulging panties, Polly heads off to the toilet to clean up, and emerges a few minutes later. Since it is nearly one o’clock, you and Polly head to the cafeteria for lunch, where you sit by yourselves at a table. Polly’s near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, and some rather unkind comments, to which you fire back biting retorts in Polly’s defence. Polly seems grateful for your support, but she does not seem to mind the criticisms.
“Let the haters hate,” she says cheerfully. “I love showing off my panties and breasts, and I’m not going to apologise for it.”
“Oh Polly, I love you for that!” you tell her with a happy smile, and she giggles.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly giggles. “Sounds like fun,” she says. “But the smell would put everyone off their lunch. And however would I sit down?”
“Fair points,” you concede. “But I think you should do it anyway.”
Polly laughs. “Okay!” she says.
Five minutes later, her eyes are wide with excitement as she walks into the cafeteria wearing nothing but a pair of panties which are sagging under the weight of a couple of pounds of poo. Her outfit immediately turns heads ... and then stomachs.
“Hey, that’s gross, get out of here!” people start complaining.
Bravely, Polly nevertheless joins the line of people queuing for their food, until the antagonism becomes too intense. “Why don’t you go and find a table?” you suggest. “I’ll get your food.”
Polly nods, and trots quickly away from the queue. You watch as she finds a table in the far corner of the room, and sits down, shivering excitedly as the huge lump of poo in her panties squishes beneath her.
Unfortunately, people around her almost immediately begin giving her a hard time. She attempts to fend them off with calming words, but the hostility is clearly escalating rapidly, and before you have even got your food, Polly is obliged to get up from her table, expressing effusive apologies for the smell. Carrying her bag, and with her messy panties plastered to her buttocks, she trots quickly towards the toilets, and disappears into the ladies’.
By the time she emerges, you are sitting at a different table with both your food and Polly’s. As she joins you, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of panties, the people around her stare and mutter about her near-nudity, but do not seem inclined to hound her out of the room. The two of you manage to eat your food in relative peace, and you smile frequently at the fact that Polly is calmly sitting across from you with her gorgeous breasts fully exposed to everyone in the room.
Once you have finished eating your lunch, you suggest...
Going to the bar.
Going to sit on the grass outside.
Polly shivers. “I doubt I’ll make it that long before I’m forcibly removed,” she says. “But I’ll see what I can do.” She draws her feet up on to her seat and gets herself into a kneeling position, with the outer edges of her buttocks resting on her heels, and her very full panties hanging down between her feet, resting on the seat.
It does not take long before the students in the rows in front of you begin to notice the smell, and start complaining.
“Ugh, get out of here, Polly, if you’ve crapped yourself!” demands one young man rather loudly.
“Sorry, sorry!” says Polly. “I just really don’t want to miss any of the lecture!”
“Very commendable, Polly,” says the professor, “but you’re stinking up the whole room! You can’t expect the rest of us to put up with that.”
“It’s not that bad,” argues Polly. “After a few minutes, I’m sure you won’t even notice it. Please – I hate missing parts of your lectures on account of having to clean up my poo.”
“Then you should try not to have these accidents!” says the professor, looking rather torn. “What do the rest of you think? Should she stay or should she go and clean up her poo?”
The response is a near-unanimous “CLEAN UP!”
“Okay, okay, I’m leaving,” says Polly, getting up and heading towards the exit. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
A few minutes later Polly returns, all clean, and she sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was fun!” she giggles quietly.
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
Polly shivers. “Yes please!” she says, her eyes shining with anticipation. She carefully lies back, pulling her poo-bulge forward so that she does not squish it beneath her, and then she spreads her legs wide apart.
You pull the gusset of her white panties out a few inches, revealing the huge mass of poo nestling in the back. It consists of several long, thick turds, all squished together and misshapen, but you manage to extract one relatively firm piece, about seven-inches in length, which you then begin to insert into Polly’s vagina. It bends and squishes at first, but you persevere, holding Polly’s vagina open with two fingers while sliding the turd in between them.
By now, other students are beginning to complain about the smell, and they are in no doubt as to the identity of the culprit. “Polly, for fuck’s sake, get to a toilet!” exclaims one young man irritably.
You press the last inch of the poo into Polly’s vagina and pull her panties back across to cover her pussy. Polly struggles up into an awkward sitting position, resting on her coccyx while her bulging panties hang over the front of the seat. “Sorry!” she says rather breathlessly. “I had a bit of an accident!”
“Polly, your accidents are becoming the stuff of legend,” remarks the professor drily. “We would all, however, appreciate it if you could leave the room with all speed and get properly clean before returning.”
“Of course – sorry – right away,” says Polly. She gets up and makes her way along the bench towards the aisle. You hear numerous gasps and exclamations as your fellow students get a good look at the enormous bulge in her panties.
“Good heavens, Polly, you’re practically naked!” exclaims the professor. “Where’s the rest of your clothing?”
Polly stops and turns around. “I didn’t want to risk getting my dress messy,” she explains.
You hear snorts of laughter, and one young woman coughs, “What dress?”
The professor rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up and get yourself clean,” he says.
“Will do!” says Polly, and she quickly makes her way to the door, her breasts and bulging panties bouncing with each step.
Once Polly has left, some of the students begin muttering to each other and laughing, until the professor says, “All right, settle down – let’s get on, shall we?”
Polly returns fifteen minutes later, all clean and looking quite flushed in the cheeks. She sits down next to you with a happy smile. “Well that was rather wonderful!” she whispers with a giggle. “I gave myself a bit of an orgasm in the loo – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply with a smile. “Did you manage to clean yourself ... inside?”
Polly nods. “Tricky, but yes,” she says. “Don’t worry – you won’t get poo on your willy later.”
You snort with laughter. “Good to know.”
The rest of the lecture passes without incident.
Continue.
“I’d like that,” says Polly with a smile. “Which restaurant did you have in mind?”
You think for a moment, then say...
“The Spur and Cactus.”
“The Grease Spot.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
The two of you catch a bus back to your halls of residence (much to the driver’s amazement and delight), and you take Polly to the cafeteria, where her near-nudity attracts plenty of attention, as it does wherever she goes. Ignoring her vocal detractors, the two of you grab a couple of trays and collect some food before sitting down opposite each other at an unoccupied table.
“God, other women can be so mean!” says Polly with a chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe the names they called me.”
“They’re just envious,” you reply, smiling proudly.
“Oh, and I don’t know if you noticed, but several lads stuck their hands in my panties – front and back – and felt up my boobs while we were in the queue,” she continues casually.
You smile. “I can hardly blame them,” you tell her. “You do look irresistible.”
You continue to chat happily with Polly as the two of you eat your meals. As you are finishing your desserts, you suggest…
That she does a poo in her panties.
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“All right,” says Polly with a smile.
She climbs on to the table on all fours, turns around, and crawls backward until her panty-clad bottom is just eighteen inches from your face. As you watch, along with several other nearby students whose attention Polly has captured, a small lump appears in the back of Polly’s panties. The white material pushes out towards you as the bulge spreads out and slowly descends under its own weight.
“Ugh that’s disgusting!” exclaims a girl at the next table.
“But kind of amazing,” adds one of her male friends, as the bulge reaches the size of a melon.
Polly stops pushing, and she grins as she climbs down from the table. Amid an increasing volume of horrified and disgusted chatter from the tables around you, she says, “Shall we get out of here?”
You nod, and the two of you casually walk out of the cafeteria, drinking in the exclamations of disgust and the derogatory remarks that are thrown at Polly.
Outside, you suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
“Well I doubt they’ll let me in like this,” says Polly, “but we can try if you like.”
The two of you catch a bus (giving the driver a huge thrill) that drops you off close to the restaurant. The mechanical bull inside is currently unoccupied.
The waitress who greets you looks aghast at Polly’s naked breasts. “You can’t come in here like that!” she says. “Come back when you’ve put some clothes on!”
Outside, you sigh with disappointment. “Well that’s a shame,” you say.
“So, what now?” asks Polly.
“Hmm,” you say, “let’s...
Go to The Grease Spot instead.”
Have dinner back at my halls of residence.”
Polly smiles, and nods. “Okay,” she says.
You catch a bus which drops you off close to the restaurant, and you enter its dimly-lit, shabby, grimy interior hand in hand.
All of the tables are unoccupied. At the bar, Les, Gordon and Simon are conversing over pints of beer. Behind the bar, Ralph looks up as you come in, and he comes over to greet you with his best leer.
“Hello again young sir and madam ... and may I say how lovely you are looking this evening, young lady,” he says, grinning at her exposed breasts.
“Table for two again, please,” you say.
“Certainly, certainly,” says Ralph. “Right over here.” He leads you to the table in the middle of the room. “I’ll be behind the bar – come up and order when you’re ready.”
As you sit down, you can’t help noticing that the men at the bar are once again staring at Polly with predatory grins. You glance through the menu, shuddering with disgust, and then you and Polly both decide on the least disgusting-sounding dish.
“Want me to place our orders?” Polly asks with a mischievous smile.
You look from her to the bar, where the three men are practically salivating in anticipation. Imagining the groping Polly will get if she goes to the bar, you smile at her and say,
“No it’s okay – I’ll go.”
“Sure – go ahead.”
You head up to the bar, and apologetically squeeze in between Les and Gordon. “Sorry,” you say. “Just need to place my order with Ralph here.”
“Sure, what’ll it be?” asks Ralph.
“Two fried chicken salads, please,” you say. “And a lager and a rum and coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” says Ralph.
“Polly’s looking lovely tonight,” remarks Les.
“Her tits are spectacular,” says Gordon.
“Um thank you,” you reply. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You return to your table, sit down, and converse with Polly for a while.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
Polly heads up to the bar and, with a little apology, squeezes between Les and Gordon in order to talk to Ralph. Both men grin and compliment her, and she smiles shyly at them as she thanks them.
Once she has placed your orders with Ralph, Les and Gordon continue to chat with her. “You’re a brave girl,” he says, reaching out to stroke her breast with the backs of his fingers. “I love that you think a pair of knickers is a suitable outfit for going out to eat.”
“I love showing off my breasts,” says Polly with a little giggle.
“Your arse is gorgeous,” says Gordon behind her, cupping one of her buttocks through her panties.
“I love showing that off, too!” laughs Polly.
She continues to chat and laugh with them as Les gets bolder, grasping first one breast and then the other, and Gordon gradually escalates his massage of her bottom. It is not long before you see him slip his hand inside the back of her panties to caress her buttocks directly. As he reaches farther, though, no doubt going for her vagina, Polly finally pulls away.
“I should be getting back to my boyfriend,” she says. “Nice chatting with you though!”
She trots back to your table and sits down. “Such nice men!” she says, with a little giggle.
When the food arrives, it is positively dripping with grease. Polly pulls a face as she wipes a bedraggled lettuce leaf with her paper napkin before popping it in her mouth with a piece of squishy chicken. “Ugh,” she says.
In an effort to take Polly’s mind off the awfulness of this dining experience, however, you say,
“How about doing a poo?”
“Why don’t you find an excuse to take off those panties?”
“Why don’t you get some more drinks for us ... and let those chaps get a little further with you?”
Polly giggles. “Okay,” she says. She lifts her bottom off her chair, purses her lips, and strains. After a few moments, she grunts, and strains again. Then she pauses for a few breaths, and strains yet again.
“Jesus, look at Polly!” exclaims Gordon.
His friends all turn to look, and Ralph leans over the bar, squinting at Polly’s panties. “Having a bit of an accident there, are you Miss?” he inquires.
“Yes,” says Polly. “Sorry about the smell.”
Ralph comes out from behind the bar and squats down next to Polly. “Christ, that’s a lot of shit,” he says. “I’m afraid I can’t let you flush that down our toilet. You’d block it up for weeks!”
“True,” agrees Polly. “Could I possibly finish my meal like this and take my poo with me when I leave?”
Ralph grins. “Certainly!” he says. “How about I pull up another chair, and you can straddle the gap between them?”
“Sounds good!” says Polly. She stands up straight and turns slightly as she pulls her chair a little to one side; you can now see that her panties are bulging enormously with a melon-sized quantity of poo.
Ralph fetches a second chair and places it next to Polly’s, with an eight-inch gap between them. Then Polly carefully sits down, with the outer edge of each buttock resting on the edge of a chair, and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap.
The men at the bar are all staring at Polly with expressions of disgust, amusement, and fascination. “Sorry chaps!” she calls over to them.
The two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is cool with me sitting here with my panties full of poo!”
After the meal, you pay the bill and leave the restaurant hand-in-hand with Polly, who seems entirely unconcerned about stepping out on to the street with her panties bulging hugely with poo.
“Our options are probably rather limited with me looking and smelling like this,” remarks Polly.
“True,” you agree. “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little, then grins. “Okay,” she says. She turns and waves to Ralph. “Excuse me!” she says.
He comes over and smiles. “Is everything all right?”
“My drink has bits in it,” says Polly, holding it up to Ralph.
He takes the glass and peers into it. “I don’t see anything,” he says.
“Here, I’ll show you,” says Polly, raising her hand to grab the glass just as Ralph lowers it back towards her. Polly’s hand collides with the bottom of the glass, which spills some of her drink on to the front of her panties. “Oh no!” she exclaims. “I don’t want to stain my panties!”
“I’m so sorry!” says Ralph. “I’m sure they’ll come clean, if you rinse them quickly.”
Polly stands up, pulls her panties down, and hands them to Ralph. “If you think you can get that stain out, please do so!”
Ralph stares rapturously at Polly’s naked pussy for a moment. Then he shakes himself. “Of course – I’ll bring this back in a jiffy.”
“If it means leaving no trace of the stain,” Polly calls after him, “take all the time you need!”
Now sitting at the table completely naked, Polly giggles. “How was that?” She asks.
“Bravo!” you say.
The men at the bar are staring in lust and delight at Polly. Les gives you a thumbs-up. Gordon says, “Hey Miss, are you sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” His friends both laugh at this.
Ralph returns empty-handed. “I’ve left your panties to soak,” he says. “The stain’s pretty much gone, but you did say ‘no trace’...”
“That’s fine,” says Polly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the loo.”
She gets to her feet and walks sedately across the room, her naked body followed by five pairs of hungry male eyes. As she disappears into the toilet, the men at the bar start talking to each other in low voices, and chuckling. You have no doubt they are discussing Polly.
When Polly returns, the two of you struggle through the rest of your meal. “Horrible food,” says Polly, “but I love that Ralph is fine with me sitting here naked!”
After the meal, Ralph retrieves Polly’s panties, having gently wrung them out, and she puts them back on. They are still quite wet, and rather transparent, but at least there is no sign of the stain. You pay the bill and step out on to the street with Polly, who shivers in the cool evening air.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
Polly shivers a little. “All right,” she says. She heads back to the bar and once again squeezes herself between Les and Gordon.
As she orders more drinks, Gordon’s hand returns to her bottom and begins to caress it through her panties. She strikes up an amiable conversation with Les, and, when Ralph sets down the drinks, she seems in no hurry to leave the bar, so Les places his hands on her breasts and begins to stroke them as he chats with her.
She does not object, and seems happy to keep chatting as he squeezes and caresses her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Meanwhile, Gordon has slipped both hands into the back of her panties and is massaging her buttocks eagerly.
Les reaches down to caress her hips, still chatting away, and he casually pushes the sides of her panties down until her pussy is exposed. “Oops, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t worry – I like having my panties pulled down,” says Polly, giggling naughtily.
Gordon now reaches around and cups her pussy with his hand. As he begins fingering her clitoris and labia, she leans her head back against his shoulder and says, “Mmmm, that’s nice...”
Les finishes pulling her panties down, then he starts sucking on her left nipple while kneading her right breast with his left hand. Gordon slides a finger up into her vagina, and begins to thrust it in and out while she grinds her pussy against his hand. After finger-fucking her for a little over a minute, he sticks his arms between her legs, lifts her up bodily, and sits back on his stool with Polly on his lap. He pulls her legs wide apart.
“Nice pussy,” says Les with a grin, and he slides two of his fingers into Polly’s vagina.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
Les finger-fucks her for a few moments, then he unzips his trousers, pulls out his erect penis, and sinks it deep into Polly’s vagina, causing her to squeal with excitement. “Ohh, yes please!” she exclaims.
As Les fucks Polly with increasing speed, Gordon looks over at you with an amused expression. “You enjoying the show?” he asks.
“Very much so,” you reply with a smile.
Polly arches her back and moans with pleasure as Ralph comes out from behind the bar to watch the action. “She’s a good sport, your girlfriend,” he remarks cheerfully.
With a groan, Les climaxes inside Polly. He pulls out of her, tucks his cock away, and then changes places with Gordon. As he slides his own erection into Polly’s vagina, Gordon grins and winks at you. He begins thrusting, and Polly moans with pleasure.
Soon she is shuddering and writhing in a powerful orgasm. “Aaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh!!!” she cries.
Gordon pulls out of her, pushes her knees back a little further, then eases his semen-lubed cock into her anus. Polly coos with delight as he vigorously fucks her rectum. Two minutes later, he grunts and shudders as he deposits his semen deep in her bowels. Then, panting, he pulls out of her and puts his penis away.
Polly sits up straight and climbs down from the stool. “I’ve neglected my boyfriend long enough,” she says a little sheepishly as she pulls her panties back on. “Thank you for the wonderful sex though!”
She comes back to the table with the drinks, sits down, and giggles. “I’m such a slut!” she remarks happily.
After the meal you pay the bill, then step out on to the street with Polly.
“What so you want to do now?” she asks.
You ponder the matter for a moment, then you say, “How about we...
Take a walk through the sleazier parts of town?”
Catch a train and ride to Berriston and back?”
Go back to Juniper Hall?”
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively; most of them, however, exclaim in shock as they subsequently check out her bottom and see the bulge in her panties.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You catch a bus, and manage to conceal Polly’s poo from its wide-eyed driver while you head towards the back. Fortunately it is almost empty. Nonetheless, the smell is starting to prompt complaints by the time you arrive at your halls of residence.
Once you have disembarked, Polly smiles at you and says, “What now, my love?”
You think for a moment, then suggest...
A game of table tennis.
A walk to the shopping centre.
A quiet evening together in your room.
Hanging out with Colin and Adolf.
You start walking into a less reputable part of town, and soon start to encounter some unsavoury-looking characters. Polly shivers as passing men eye her up and whistle appreciatively.
You come to an adult video shop, and you pause as you peer inside. The grey-haired shopkeeper behind the counter is talking to a man who has his back to you; there does not seem to be anyone else inside.
Further down the street you can see the local strip club ‘Cuppa Tease’. A gaudy neon sign outside advertises “Girls! Girls! Girls!”
“You want to go in here?” inquires Polly, indicating the video shop.
You reply,
“Sure.”
“Let’s try the strip club instead.”
Polly grins excitedly. “Okay!” she says.
Her near-nudity turns heads and prompts exclamations all the way to the station. The guard on duty, fortunately, is more than happy to see a topless teenage girl passing through his turnstile, and he lets both of you pass with no objection.
Standing proudly on the platform in only her panties, making no attempt to conceal her breasts, Polly is the focus of considerable positive and negative attention from other people waiting for the next train. A few comments fly back and forth, but nobody challenges Polly directly, and soon enough, the train arrives.
Once onboard, you find yourself in a carriage with a handful of male and female students, two middle-aged women, and an elderly gentleman who is sitting by herself at the end of the carriage. All of them are staring at Polly; the students mostly look amused or scornful, but the older women seem horrified.
As the train lurches off and heads out of the station, picking up speed, you say in a low voice, “Hey Polly, why don’t you...
Take a nice big dump in those panties?”
Put on a sexy show for that old man over there?”
Polly smiles. “Okay,” she says.
The bus ride back to Juniper Hall seems interminable, but eventually you find yourself taking Polly up to your room, where you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Then you...
Climb into bed with her.
Ask if she would like to hang out with your friends for a bit.
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
“Show them the back of your panties, Polly,” you instruct her.
Polly turns around and bends over slightly, so that her bulging panties stick out even more prominently.
“Blimey!” says Nigel, pulling out a little video camera. “That’s incredible, that is...” He starts filming, and Polly wiggles the bulge for his benefit.
“You’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian, “but I’m not a fan of the old poo there. See you later Nigel.” He heads for the door.
“Yeah, see ya mate,” says Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her bulging panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Polly, you’re amazing,” says Nigel, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you manage to produce so much poo, but there’s a real market for this kind of material. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a little panty-pooping,” says Nigel. “And a little bit of acting. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn two hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then exclaims in disgust at the smell and sight of Polly’s bulging panties. “Hey!” he says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder. “You can’t go in there like that!”
“But can’t I use your toilet to clean up?” says Polly. “I’ll have to throw away these panties, of course. Then I’ll be naked...”
“Nice try,” says the bouncer, “but I’m not falling for it. You can come back once you’ve cleaned up – elsewhere!”
Disappointed, you and Polly head outside. “What now?” asks Polly.
You shrug, then say, “Let’s just...
Go into the video shop.”
Head back to my halls of residence.”
As you and Polly walk into the video shop, the shopkeeper grins. “Hello!” he says, staring at Polly’s breasts.
“Cor!” says his friend. “Just look at that, Nigel!”
“I’m looking, Brian, I’m looking!” says Nigel.
Polly giggles. “Good evening chaps,” she says.
Nigel pulls out a little video camera and starts filming; Polly cups her breasts and jiggles them for his benefit.
“My word, you’re a lovely girl, Polly,” says Brian appreciatively.
“Indeed,” agrees Nigel. “Hey Polly, how about you climb up on the counter here?”
With your help, Polly complies, and soon Nigel is filming her breasts and panties in close-up while she sways and writhes on her hands and knees, giggling occasionally.
“Very nice, Polly,” says Nigel, grinning. “You could go a long way in this business if you wanted to. Would you like to make a bit of money?”
“Maybe!” says Polly. “Depending on what I would have to do...”
“Just a bit of stripping and posing,” says Nigel. “And anything else you might be up for. We’ll shoot a little video in my flat upstairs, for our website – it should only take an hour or so. And you’ll earn a hundred quid, cash.”
“Hmm,” says Polly. She turns to you. “What do you think?”
You think about it for a moment, then say, “I think...
You should go for it.”
I’d rather spend that hour showing you off around town.”
You walk with Polly to Cuppa Tease, a strip club where the dancers go topless but not fully nude. You head inside, past a bouncer who raises his eyebrows at Polly’s near-nudity, then you find a table and sit down. Almost immediately, a young woman in a sparkly thong comes over and says, “Hi! Can I get you a drink?”
“Lager please,” you reply.
“Rum and coke please,” says Polly.
“Coming right up,” says the waitress. Then she winks at Polly. “Nice outfit!”
“Thanks,” says Polly with a little giggle.
Over the next half hour, you have a couple of drinks and watch the dancers shed their clothes, and Polly entertains herself by tucking pound notes into the dancers’ thongs. Then, clearly feeling brave and naughty, she says, “I wonder if they’ll let me get up there and dance?”
You grin and say, “Go ahead ... and when you’re up there, make sure you...
Get completely naked.”
Have a little ‘accident’.”
Polly giggles. “Naughty man,” she says. “I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action, bending at the waist and pulling her panties down while facing away from her nearest onlookers. With an excited expression, she straightens up and tosses her panties at one of the cheering men.
“Hey!” One of the bouncers comes over and beckons to Polly. “No full nudity!” he says.
“Oh! Sorry,” says Polly as she dismounts from the platform. “I seem to have thrown away my panties though.”
“Then you’ll have to leave,” he tells her.
“Okay!” she says excitedly.
You meet her at the door and head outside with her. “Wow,” you say with a grin. “I love that you’re completely naked now.”
She giggles. “Me too!” she says.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s nudity, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “But not before you fuck me.”
Under the orange glare of a street lamp, you bend her over a bench and plunge your erection into her moist vagina. For several minutes you fuck her with deep strokes, until you see a bus coming. You hasten your pace, and ejaculate inside her as the bus arrives.
Polly stands up straight, turns around, and kisses you. Then she boards the bus, with your sperm running down her thigh. The driver looks delighted to see her. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles. “Oh, absolutely!” she says. “Though I don’t think they’ll let me stay up there for long once I’ve filled my panties!” She gets up and trots over to a bouncer, who stares with a happy smile at her breasts while listening to her request. Then he nods, and walks over to converse with a well-dressed man standing nearby. The second man looks at Polly, and grins. Then he points to a currently empty platform, and gives her a thumbs-up.
Polly eagerly, though a little nervously, mounts the platform and begins to dance, gyrating her hips and massaging her breasts with her hands. Wolf-whistles abound as audience members quickly realise she is an amateur.
She struts around her platform, massaging her breasts and twerking sexily, but it is not long before she puts your plan into action. Her movements become a little stiff, and you realise she has started pushing out her poo. Then, as she turns away from the cheering men in front of her platform, you can already see a small bulge forming in the back of her panties. She squats slightly, and the bulge rapidly grows to the size of a tennis ball, then to the size of a grapefruit.
The applause and cheers subside as her audience stares in amazement at the swelling mass of poo in her panties. Still she keeps pushing, until she has produced a melon-sized quantity.
“Oi, get out of here!” exclaims a bouncer, striding over to Polly’s platform.
“Sorry!” she squeals excitedly, straightening up and turning around. “But when you’ve got to go ... you’ve got to go!”
“Out!” says the bouncer grimly, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the door.
You meet her outside, where you hug and kiss her. “That was awesome!” you tell her.
“It was, rather, wasn’t it?” she replies with a giggle.
You continue walking the streets with her, while passers-by stare and gasp at Polly’s near-nudity and bulging panties, until you come to a bus stop on her route. “I suppose I’d better get back home,” she says. “Thank you for a lovely evening!”
“You’re welcome,” you reply, and you kiss and cuddle with her until the bus arrives.
Polly boards the bus, much to the delight of the driver, who apparently does not notice her poo-laden panties as she sidles past him. Then the doors close, the bus leaves, and you catch a different bus back to Juniper Hall.
Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly happily.
You pull the gusset of her panties to one side, and slowly slide your erection into her vagina. As you begin to thrust, Polly strains, and when you reach down to feel the back of her panties, you find the material bulging outwards as Polly fills her panties with poo.
Polly apparently is so excited by doing a poo while being fucked, that she reaches her orgasm even before you do. After you have pumped your semen deep inside her, you roll off her and lie next to her, panting.
“That was wonderful,” sighs Polly. Then she turns to you and smiles. “Want to see the results?”
“Of course!” you say.
Polly climbs out of bed. Her panties are bulging with an enormous, melon-sized quantity of poo.
“Amazing!” you say with a happy smile. “I’ll never get tired of that sight.”
“I’m glad you approve,” says Polly with a giggle. “But now I’d better go home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay, that’s fine,” says Polly with a smile.
You pull her panties off, and slowly slide your erection inside her. You begin easing yourself in and out of her, and soon settle into a rhythm of vigorous thrusting.
It feels so good to be inside Polly that it is not long before you are groaning in orgasmic pleasure as you spurt your semen inside her. Then, panting, you lie down next to her and cuddle with her for a few minutes.
Polly kisses you, then says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties now?”
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“Do you mind if we just cuddle?”
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat. It is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” he says. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes. Would you mind leaving your messy knickers in the bathroom and cleaning yourself up quickly?”
“Sure,” says Polly, and she heads off to the bathroom.
“What’s the scenario?” you ask.
“Hmm,” says Nigel. “Okay – Polly is in the living room, doing her exercises – you know, stretching and yoga and whatnot. She pauses, clutching her abdomen, then she sinks to all fours and has an accident in her undies. At first she is all like ‘Oh my God!’, but then she decides she quite likes how it feels, and she starts playing with herself. She brings herself off, and then falls asleep on the sofa. That’s it.”
Polly returns from the bathroom, naked and smiling shyly. Nigel gives her a pair of white panties and a sports bra, which Polly puts on while Nigel describes the scene to her.
As he films Polly, she performs admirably, delivering a nicely believable performance and filling her borrowed panties with a grapefruit-sized mass of poo. She even goes an extra mile by pulling her panties aside and graphically mashing poo into her labia and clitoris.
“That was brilliant!” says Nigel excitedly, after almost a hour of filming. “Thank you Polly – you’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “It was my pleasure, quite honestly.”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her own poo-filled panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s naked breasts and hugely bulging panties attract some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and poo-filled panties being seen by any and all passers-by.
After a while you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. As usual, you find Jeff and Barry down there. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties and naked breasts.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are gleefully staring at her panties and breasts.
Between games, you swap ends with Polly, and as you pass her, you give you a kiss. Then you whisper, “How about...
Doing a poo while they’re watching your panties?”
Giving these lads a show they’ll never forget?”
“Sure!” says Polly.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. There, Polly’s near-nudity attracts a good deal of attention from other shoppers, some of whom make some rather rude comments about her. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“That sounds nice,” says Polly with a smile.
Up in your room, you and Polly spend a very pleasant evening together, talking, listening to music, and cuddling. Eventually, of course, the two of you find yourselves in bed, with you naked and Polly still in her panties.
“Want me to do a poo while you’re fucking me?” asks Polly.
You reply...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Okay, sure,” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly as she sits down. “Lovely tits!” he remarks. “Are you going to do another poo in those panties for our viewing pleasure?”
“Well now that you mention it,” says Polly, “I do need a poo. I could probably hold on for a while longer though...” She turns to you with a questioning look, as if to ask what you would like her to do.
You smile at her and say,
“Let’s not make the smell in here any worse than it is already.”
“Go on, Polly – give us a nice show.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. After a moment, Polly pulls away and says, “Okay – time to poo.” She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
You smile as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly smiles. “That’s perfectly fine,” she says. “I’m not always in the mood for poo fun either.”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, climbs out of bed, and pulls on her panties. Turning away from you, she squats with her feet spread apart. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, and then she strains again. Over the course of the next minute, the bulge continues to expand until it is the size of a melon.
“Amazing!” you say. “I still don’t know how you manage to produce that much.”
Polly giggles. “You like it, though?” She wiggles her hips, so that the bulge sways back and forth beneath her buttocks.
“I love it – it’s beautiful,” you tell her.
“Okay,” says Polly, “I think I’d better head home before I stink up your room too much.”
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly, whose bulging panties are sagging low enough to reveal a couple of inches of buttock cleavage, seems entirely unperturbed by the stares and insulting comments that are levelled at her.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Not at all!” says Polly with a smile. “That sounds nice.”
You cuddle and talk for over an hour, after which you are horny again. Fortunately, so is Polly, and she sighs happily as you plunge your erection back into her vagina.
This time, you last long enough for Polly to reach her own climax. Afterwards, she climbs out of bed. “I’d better go,” she says.
You get dressed, Polly puts her panties on, and then the two of you walk to the bus stop, to the astonishment of several students whom you encounter on the way. The bus arrives soon afterwards, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Facing you, and away from most of the other people in the carriage, she squats slightly and strains.
The two women, whose anxious eyes have not left Polly for an instant, gasp in horror as they see her panties begin to fill up. “What are you doing, you silly girl?” one of them exclaims.
“Perhaps she’s on a dare?” suggests one of the female students, looking rather revolted.
“Sorry,” says Polly, turning around to face them at last. “The urge just suddenly came on so strongly – I couldn’t stop it!” Looking down at her panties, you are pleased to see a bulge in them the size of a cantaloupe.
As the smell gets worse, the students and the middle-aged women move down to the far end of the carriage, holding their noses and commenting loudly. You kiss Polly. “That’s my girl,” you say.
The train arrives at Berriston a few minutes later, and you disembark. Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins, a little nervously, and nods. Heading down the carriage, she sits down opposite the elderly man and smiles at him. The man, who is at least eighty years old, grins hungrily at Polly’s breasts and panties, revealing a mouth almost entirely devoid of teeth.
Polly leans back and lifts her feet off the floor, planting her heels on the edge of the seat, about two feet apart. She spreads her thighs wide apart, and begins to slowly stroke her pussy through her panties with one hand, while massaging her left breast with the other.
The man cackles with lecherous glee. “Oh, yes!” he exclaims eagerly, licking his lips and rocking back and forth in his seat. “Play with yourself, girl – give it a good fingering! Hehehe!”
Polly now pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy, and, as the old man whoops joyfully then erupts into wheezing laughter, Polly slowly inserts one finger into her vagina.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged women and the students further down the carriage are staring at Polly in amazement (with a bit of shock, lust, contempt, annoyance, and disgust thrown in), and one of the women talks loudly about how Polly is making a fool of herself, using phrases like “that girl’s parents...” and “ought to be ashamed...”.
Polly now takes her panties off entirely, tosses them at the old man in front of her, and starts masturbating energetically with her legs spread wide apart. At this point the old man gets unsteadily to his feet, wheezing and cackling and fumbling with the zip of his trousers. He pulls out a surprisingly sturdy-looking erection as he approaches Polly.
Her eyes widen as the old man squats and pushes the tip of his penis against the moist opening of her vagina. He cheers himself on as he slides deep inside her, and the students at the far end of the carriage cry out in dismay.
“Oh my God!” one of them exclaims in horror. “How can you let an old man fuck you?”
Polly giggles and wraps her legs around the elderly man’s waist, pulling him down on top of her. He thrusts and thrusts with commendable vigour, and Polly gasps with pleasure. As the train pulls into Berriston station, she moans loudly in a powerful orgasm.
You help the old man to climb off Polly. “I came!” he says with a mixture of surprise and delight. “I came inside her!”
You laugh and pat his shoulder, then you pull Polly to her feet. “Come on my love,” you murmur to her. “This is our stop.”
Polly squeals with delight as she steps off the train, naked, leaving her only item of clothing on the train with the elderly man. “This is such fun!” she says excitedly.
Making your way over the bridge to the other platform, you and Polly stay out of sight of the station guard, and board the next train when it arrives. This time you find yourselves in an empty carriage, and your return journey is uneventful.
Back in the city, you and Polly walk to a bus stop on her route home, and there you take her in your arms and kiss her. A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply. As she gets on to the bus, you chuckle at the look of joy on the driver’s face as he stares at Polly’s breasts and pussy.
The bus takes Polly away, and you take a different bus back to Juniper Hall. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly grins. “All right then!” she says.
You help her off the counter, and Nigel, having locked up the shop, leads the two of you upstairs to his flat, with Brian following behind. The flat is sparsely furnished, and very tidy. “Okay!” says Nigel. “First, Polly, let’s get you into some clothes.”
He finds her a gold bikini costume for her to wear – a copy of Princess Leia’s ‘slave’ outfit from Return of the Jedi – and explains what he would like her to do. “Just strike a few poses on the couch,” he says to Polly, “and do a bunch of expressions: happy, coy, seductive, playful, that kind of thing. I’ll let you know when to take off the costume. Brian, why don’t you take some stills while I shoot video?”
“Sure thing,” says Brian.
Polly soon gets into the spirit of the shoot, and performs well for the camera, adopting various sexy poses and shedding the top half of her outfit as directed by Nigel. When he asks her to remove the bottom half as well, she does not hesitate. Naked, she spreads her legs and pulls her labia apart, and Nigel eagerly zooms in on her clitoris and vaginal opening.
“Brian!” he says. “Get your kit off and lie down next to her.”
“All right!” says Brian happily, and he hurriedly disrobes.
The poses quickly get rather risqué, with Brian positioning his erect penis next to Polly’s mouth, between her breasts, and nuzzling against her labia. In one pose, he even presses the head of his cock against her vaginal opening, as if he is about to enter her. After a couple of photos in this position, he even pushes it in a little. When Polly does not object, he slides it in further and further, until the full length of his shaft is buried inside her.
“Fantastic!” exclaims Nigel. “Let’s try it doggy-style next...”
From then on, every pose that Nigel requests involves Brian’s penis being partly or fully inside Polly ... at first in her vagina, but later, as often as not, in her anus. In between shots, Brian gently thrusts his cock in and out of her, and is delighted that she seems perfectly fine with this.
“And we’re done!” says Nigel, smiling happily.
“Thank Christ!” says Brian, immediately increasing the pace and vigour of his thrusting. “Sorry Polly, but I just have to finish off inside you!”
“Perfectly understandable,” says Polly, and she wraps her legs around his back and cuddles him until, with a groan, he ejaculates inside her.
“Thank you Polly,” says Nigel, once she has extricated herself from beneath Brian’s exhausted form. “You’ve certainly earned your money!”
“Thank you!” says Polly as he hands her the cash. “I enjoyed it!”
“Good girl,” you say to her as you leave the video shop. “I’m proud of you.”
Polly, now back in her panties, grins and says, “It was fun!”
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home. Polly’s near-nudity attracts some stares and a few derogatory remarks, but she does not seem to mind a bit.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly chuckles. “All right then,” she says.
You help her off the counter, and the two of you leave the video shop, much to Nigel’s disappointment. As you wander the streets together, Polly grows more and more comfortable with her breasts and panties being seen by any and all passers-by. Half an hour later, to your delight, she suddenly stops and takes off her panties, giggling as she tucks them into her bag.
Now that Polly is completely naked, the two of you leave the red light district and begin to explore more well-lit and reputable parts of the city. Here people tend to be more shocked, and one woman threatens to call the police.
“Perhaps I’d better get home,” says Polly. “I’d really rather not get arrested.”
“Of course,” you reply.
The two of you walk to a bus stop on her route home, and you kiss and cuddle together for a few minutes while you wait. When the bus arrives, Polly smiles happily. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly gets into bed while you take off your own clothes, then you climb in with her, and kiss and play with her breasts for a few moments. Then Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You suck on her right nipple for a few more seconds, then you say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
“Spoil-sport,” grumbles Adolf.
Colin saves his game, pops it out, and replaces it with Planet Run. Then he tosses controllers to you, Polly and Adolf. You sit down next to Polly, and the first race begins.
After a couple of races, Colin says, “If anyone’s thirsty, help yourself to a can of lager or Coke – both are under my desk.”
“Thanks – I’ll just get myself a Coke,” says Polly. She gets down on her hands and knees and crawls beneath Colin’s desk, beautifully displaying her panty-clad buttocks. “Anyone else want something?”
“I know what I want,” mutters Adolf, staring hungrily at Polly’s bottom. Then he says more loudly, “I’ll have a Coke please,” and Colin adds, “and a lager for me.”
“I’ll have a lager too please,” you say.
“Okay,” says Polly, and she proceeds to spend what seems like an unnecessarily long time fetching these drinks. She also spreads her knees apart and arches her back so that you and your friends have a much better view of the gusset of her panties.
“Lovely,” says Adolf, getting down on his knees behind Polly. He reaches out, pulls her panties aside, and slides one finger into her vagina. “You don’t mind if I do this, do you Polly?”
“Um,” says Polly, sounding a little breathless. “I suppose not...”
Adolf laughs dirtily, inserts another finger, and begins rapidly finger-fucking her. She utters little moans of pleasure, which over the next couple of minutes escalate in pitch and intensity, while Adolf nimbly unzips his jeans and pulls out his rather oddly-shaped erection. With a gleeful chuckle, he removed his fingers, and rams his cock into Polly’s vagina.
“Oh gosh!” gasps Polly.
You watch, fascinated, as Adolf fucks your girlfriend; somehow he manages to make sex seem maximally disgusting and perverse. Perhaps it is the leisurely manner in which he uses his erection in and out of her, as if he is savouring each thrust as an individual act of defilement. He certainly seems in no hurry to reach his orgasm.
Eventually he stops. “Hop on the bed, Polly,” he says. “Colin, get your dick out – I want you to fuck Polly’s cunt while I come in her arse.”
“Whoa!” you say. “If Polly’s getting double-teamed, then I need...
To be one of the participants.”
Popcorn or something.”
Polly smiles excitedly. “Okay!” she says. She climbs on to Colin’s bed, turns over, and reclines with her legs spread, one knee up and the other lying flat on the bed. With her panties lewdly displayed, she lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, closes her eyes, and strains.
As Polly’s panties begin filling up with poo, Colin and Adolf move in to peer in fascination at the mesmerising sight. Then Adolf reaches out and pulls the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her pussy as well as the mass of poo she has produced.
“Cool!” says Adolf, grinning as he stares at Polly’s pussy and poo.
“Whoa,” says Colin, craning his neck to see past Adolf.
Polly looks excited to have your friends staring at her naked pussy. She hesitates for a moment, then she grunts and strains again, pushing out more poo. Adolf and Colin watch in fascination as the exposed mound of poo in the back of her panties swells to the size of a melon.
“That’s enough for now,” says Polly eventually. “Any more, and it’ll spill out of my panties.”
“Amazing!” says Colin.
“Awesome!” says Adolf. He sinks his fingers into the mass of poo, scoops out a tennis ball-sized lump, and squishes it against Polly’s pussy, making her gasp.
“You like this, don’t you?” says Adolf, gently kneading Polly’s poo into her labia and clitoris.
Polly’s cheeks are bright red. “Actually it does feel sort of nice,” she reluctantly admits. Then, as Adolf settles into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris, she begins moaning and gasping with pleasure.
Adolf now gleefully thrusts two poo-covered fingers into Polly’s vagina, and starts finger-fucking her at a vigorous rate. “Hey Colin,” he says, “Why don’t you play with her tits?”
Colin, with scarcely a glance in your direction, kneels down next to the bed, grabs Polly’s breasts with both hands, and starts sucking on her right nipple.
Polly seems to have given herself up completely to this violation. She spreads her legs as wide as possible and arches her back, moaning loudly as Adolf finger-fucks her to a climax. Then she shudders, utters one long, last, ecstatic moan, and collapses, panting, as Adolf slows down the rate of his finger-thrusts.
Colin detaches his mouth from Polly’s breast, and gets up. “Anyone want to play Planet Run?” he inquires.
“Sure,” you say with a chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he gets off the bed and starts pulling his trousers down. “I’m just going to keep playing with Polly’s cunt. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Polly?”
“Yes!” says Polly excitedly. “I’ll also pass on Planet Run, if that’s okay...”
Adolf squats over Polly, and grunts for a few moments. The smell in the room gets immeasurably worse, and as he straightens up and pulls his trousers and boxers back up, you see that he has laid a short, thick turd on Polly’s pussy. Polly is staring at it in a mixture of fascination and disgust. Then she squeals as he takes hold of it and begins pushing it into her vagina.
The turd is firm enough that it manages to keep its shape for a while as Adolf gleefully thrusts it in and out of Polly. He cackles, and looks over at you. “Look!” he says. I’m fucking your girlfriend with my shit!”
“I see that,” you reply with a smirk.
You and Colin play a few games together, but you are both rather distracted by what Adolf is doing to Polly. Once his turd starts to lose its integrity, he shoves it all the way into her vagina and leaves it there, and over the course of the next hour or so, he fingers her to two more orgasms.
Eventually Polly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Thanks for letting me fuck you with my shit, Polly,” says Adolf, wiping his fingers on a tissue. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” she promises him.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for another great show.”
Polly giggles. “My pleasure,” she says. “It really was!”
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Did you have fun?” you ask Polly in amusement.
Polly shivers. “Ooh, yes,” she says. “Then she giggles. “Did you?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Fair enough,” says Adolf with a grin. “You take her cunt; I’ll take her arse.”
“Aww!” says Colin grumpily.
Polly giggles as she takes off her panties and climbs on to the bed. “Come on then, lads!” she says.
You quickly disrobe, and lie down on the bed next to Polly. She swings her leg over you, sits up, and directs your penis into her vagina as she lowers herself on to it. Then she bends forward to lie on top of you, and Adolf kneels on the bed behind her. Polly shivers as his cock penetrates her anus. “Oh this is good!” she gasps.
Adolf begins fucking her rectum, and you match his motions with pelvic thrusts of your own. Polly becomes more and more excited, with two penises sliding in and out of her, and is soon shuddering and moaning in a powerful orgasm.
“Ohhh ... ohhh ... yeahhh!!” exclaims Adolf, arching his back as he pumps his semen into Polly’s rectum. Polly’s vagina clenches, gripping your penis, and this pushes you over the edge; you groan with pleasure as you ejaculate inside Polly.
“All right Colin,” says Adolf, climbing off the bed. “Your turn.”
Polly rolls off you, allowing you to get up off the bed, and Colin eagerly strips off below the waist and climbs on top of Polly. She seems quite willing to let Colin stick his erection inside her, while you and Adolf have a game of Planet Run.
As soon as Colin has climaxed, however, Adolf returns to the bed, and spends the next hour fingering Polly’s vagina and anus while you and Colin play video games. Eventually Polly says, “Well this has been lots of fun, but I should really be heading home.” She gets up and puts her panties back on.
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you say, laughing. “You were great in there!”
Polly giggles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. Then, when you get to the bus stop, she asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Colin laughs. “Sorry mate – I don’t have any popcorn. Help yourself to some Jaffa cakes though.” He strips off his jeans and rather shabby underpants, leaving his socks on, then he climbs on to the bed and lies down on his back.
Polly giggles excitedly as she takes off her panties and climbs on top of Colin, straddling his hips. With a quick glance at you to reassure herself that you are okay with this, she reaches down, takes hold of Colin’s pudgy erection, and guides it into her vagina. As she begins to bounce up and down on it, you grab a Jaffa cake and munch on it as you watch the action.
Adolf, having climbed on to the bed behind Polly, takes her by the shoulders and pushes her forwards, so that she lies down on top of Colin. Then, spitting copious quantities of phlegmy saliva into his palm, he lubricates his erection and slides it smoothly into Polly’s anus.
It is strangely erotic experience to sit here and eat your way through a pack of Jaffa cakes while your two best friends fuck your girlfriend. Polly seems to be loving it, however, and it is not long before she shudders and moans in a lengthy, intense orgasm. Thrusting inside her vigorously, Colin and Adolf climax too, shooting their semen into her vagina and rectum respectively.
“Planet Run, anyone?” you suggest, but Colin and Adolf seem oddly reluctant to get off the bed. Rearranging themselves so they are all lying on their sides, with Polly in the middle and your friends in front of and behind her, the three of them cuddle together for a while, until Adolf regains enough energy to begin fucking Polly again.
After an hour and a half of being played with and fucked by your friends, Polly says, “Much as I’m loving this, chaps, I should really be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
The two of you head outside. “Oh my goodness,” you exclaim. “That was amazing!”
Polly smiles shyly. “I’m glad you thought so,” she says. “So ... you enjoyed watching your friends fuck me?”
“I loved it,” you admit. “It was wonderfully depraved.”
When the two of you get to the bus stop, Polly asks, “Want to see me do a poo?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly nods in agreement. The two of you leave the shop and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and say to the man, who is still glaring at you, “I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man’s demeanour changes instantly. “My dear sir, of course I can!” he says. “Forgive me – I thought you two were merely thrill-seeking, with no intentions of making a purchase. What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting?”
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly fending off the advances of a couple of grinning teenaged boys. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Take off your panties,” you say to Polly, “and follow me.”
“Okay!” says Polly. With a little giggle, she pulls off her panties and tucks them into her bag. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller seems rather scandalised by Polly’s nudity, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you and Polly kiss, cuddle, and then have sex on the floor of the shop.
Now wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop where, still naked, she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university completely naked. Unfortunately she is very quickly spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but the man behind the counter quickly puts a stop to your browsing. “Hey!” he exclaims, looking outraged. “You can’t come in here dressed like that! Please leave immediately!”
Pulling your eyes away from an enticing selection of engagement rings, you turn to Polly and say,
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and you let Polly look at clothes for a while. “See anything you like?” you ask her eventually.
“One or two things,” she says, “but not enough to justify spending my meagre allowance on them.”
“Bummer,” you say. “Shall we head back to my room, then?”
“Sure,” she says with a smile.
Continue.
Back at Juniper Hall, you and Polly head up to your room, where one thing leads to another and you soon find yourselves in bed together, with you naked and Polly still wearing her panties. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, Polly says, “Want me to do a poo in my panties while we’re having sex?”
You smile at her and say...
“Yes please!”
“I’d rather you didn’t, thanks.”
Your father gives you Bernard’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He seems happy to meet with you and Polly, and sets up an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this interview?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on a tight black microskirt that barely covers Polly’s white panties, and a slightly transparent white blouse, unbuttoned to below her breasts, with no bra beneath. Smart black high-heeled shoes complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the offices of Steele and Wilson, the accounting firm at which Bernard is a partner. A disapproving receptionist directs you to Bernard’s office, where you knock on the door.
“Come in!” calls Bernard, then “Wow!” he says, staring at Polly. He recovers quickly, and turns to you with a smile. “Nice to see you again – I think Rick and Rosie’s thirtieth wedding anniversary party was the last time we saw each other, wasn’t it? And it’s lovely to meet you, Polly.”
“Thank you for giving us this opportunity, Bernard,” you say. “How would you like to do this?”
“Well, take a seat, both of you,” says Bernard, “and I’ll just ask you a few questions...”
You and Polly sit down and answer Bernard’s questions, which mainly concern your abilities and experience with various pieces of computer software. You feel your answers are generally better than Polly’s, but you cannot help noticing that Bernard is very distracted by Polly’s legs, and it occurs to you that he can probably see her panties from where he is sitting.
After a while, Bernard says, “It’s a little hard to focus on both of you at once. Do you mind if I have a little one-on-one time with each of you?”
“Not at all,” you say. “Shall I step outside for a few minutes so you can chat with Polly?”
“Yes, please, that would be great,” says Bernard.
You smile at Polly, and say, “See you in a bit.”
Outside his office, you put your ear to the door, and you hear Bernard say, “That skirt’s frightfully short, Polly...”
You head to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea; you figure Bernard will be taking his time with Polly. Five minutes later, you go back and listen at his door again.
This time you hear, “I’m so sorry, Polly – that was extremely unprofessional of me. I don’t know what came over me.”
Then you hear Polly reply, “It’s absolutely fine, Bernard – I didn’t mind it at all. Actually, I quite enjoy having my bottom squeezed.”
You chuckle to yourself, and return to the kitchen to sit down with your tea. After another ten minutes, you wander back to Bernard’s office for another listen. This time, you hear the sounds of Bernard uttering rhythmic grunts, and Polly moaning with pleasure. You wait until the sounds have peaked in volume and then died down, and then you knock on the door.
“Uh ... just a minute!” says Bernard in a panicked voice. “Quick, Polly!”
You smirk, and open the door in time to see Polly, naked, climbing off the desk while Bernard tucks his shirt back into his trousers. He looks up at you anxiously.
“Relax,” you tell him. “Should I just assume Polly’s got the job?”
Bernard chuckles. “If she wants it,” he says, “I’d be delighted to have her working for me.”
“In that case, I accept,” says Polly.
“Excellent!” says Bernard happily. “Can you start tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” says Polly.
Once you have left the building with Polly, you turn to her and kiss her. “Well I guess your job’s taken care of,” you say. “Still no idea what I’m going to do.”
“Why not try a job agency?” suggests Polly.
You nod. “I suppose I have plenty of computer skills to offer. I’ll be fine, I’m sure. But how about you? I suppose daily sex with the boss will be part of your job description?”
Polly blushes. “It looks that way,” she says. “Are you all right with that?”
You nod. “Sure,” you tell her. Then you sigh, and hold her close. “I love you, Polly, my darling.”
“I love you too,” she replies happily.
THE END
Return to last save point.
Your father gives you Kenneth’s phone number, and you call the man a few minutes later. He is surprised and delighted to hear from you, and he invites you both to come and visit his warehouse for an informal interview for this afternoon.
Shortly after breakfast, Damon’s nurse arrives, and you and Polly head up to her bedroom.
“What shall I wear for this warehouse visit?” Polly wonders aloud.
“Something sexy,” you advise her with a smile.
“Well duh,” says Polly, grinning. “But how sexy?”
Eventually the two of you decide on one of Polly’s radically shortened sundresses – a blue low-cut sundress with a low neckline – with no bra beneath. White panties just peeping below the hemline, and a pair of white trainers, complete the outfit.
You leave the house, catch a bus to Juniper Hall, and spend the morning packing up and moving out of your room. Adolf and Colin are sad to see you and Polly go, and Adolf insists on fucking Polly’s mouth, vagina and anus before you depart. Then Colin, of course, has to fuck her too, so as not to feel left out.
You have lunch with Polly, then head to the warehouse that Kenneth Linney runs. When you enter the office, you find your godfather arguing with one of his employees. You politely wait to be noticed.
Kenneth glances your way, then double-takes as he sees Polly. “Blimey!” he says. “This your girlfriend, then? You’ve done well, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” you reply, beaming with pride. “Kenneth, this is Polly. Polly, Kenneth.”
“Pleased to meet you,” says Kenneth, grinning at Polly’s hemline. “This is my day shift supervisor, Liam.”
Liam is also transfixed by Polly’s peeping panties. “Hi,” he says.
“Polly, you’re hired,” says Kenneth, and he guffaws loudly. Then he turns to you and adds, “You’ll have to interview.” Then he laughs again. “Only joking. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
He takes you on a tour of the warehouse – or rather warehouses – and you walk past forklift drivers who stop and stare at Polly in amazed delight.
“We have one temporary clerical position to fill,” says Kenneth, “and we need one forklift driver. I don’t suppose either of you has any forklift experience?” When you and Polly both shake your heads, he says, “No problem – we can train you in no time.”
“I’d be happy to learn how to drive a forklift,” says Polly.
“And I have good computer skills,” you add.
“Well I assumed it would be the other way around, but good for you, Polly!” says Kenneth. He beckons to a nearby forklift driver, who eagerly drives up in his truck. Kenneth introduces you and Polly, then says, “Ozzie’s one of our better FLT drivers. Oscar, do you want to let Polly have a little go?”
“Ooh yes please!” says Polly.
Oscar – a well-built and rather good-looking man in his thirties – dismounts from the truck, and Polly climbs on. Sitting with her knees well apart, she listens carefully to Oscar’s instructions, while he takes several long glances at her very exposed panties.
“Not shy, is she, your Polly?” remarks Kenneth in amusement.
“Nope,” you agree.
Polly puts her foot down, and suddenly the forklift lurches backwards at speed. “Brake! Brake!” yells Oscar. The truck comes to a stop just inches from a stack of empty pallets.
“Sorry!” exclaims Polly. “It’s possibly a little soon for me to be going solo.”
“Well there’s only one seat, Polly,” says Kenneth with a chuckle. “It’s not like driving a car – ‘solo’ is how everyone trains.”
“Well it’s a little nerve-wracking,” confesses Polly sheepishly. “Perhaps, I don’t know, I could sit on Oscar’s lap or something?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea!” says Oscar eagerly to Kenneth.
Kenneth laughs. “Sure, give it a go,” he says.
You watch with a smile as Polly moves aside to let Oscar sit down, then settles on to his lap, her knees straddling his. He puts his hands on her waist, then gestures to various controls as he tells her what they do. After the fourth gesture, his right hand returns to her thigh, rather than her waist. Since she does not object to this, the next time it lands a little higher.
“Come on,” says Kenneth to you. “While Polly’s learning about forklifts, I’ll show you the different kinds of products we store.”
“Okay,” you agree, and you follow him out of the warehouse. When you glance back at Polly, she seems to be leaning back against Oscar; her thighs are spread even wider apart, and Oscar’s hand is so far up her thigh that his thumb is practically touching her panties. Meanwhile, his other hand has crept around the front of her torso, and is nuzzling up against the underside of her left breast.
Kenneth spends an hour or so showing you around the other warehouses in the complex, and you try to pay attention, but you cannot help wondering what Polly is doing.
When you return to the warehouse where you left Polly, she is nowhere to be seen, so Kenneth takes you back to the office for an overview of the computers, filing system, and office facilities. After another hour, Polly is still nowhere to be seen, and she is not answering your texts. You begin to get a little worried.
Fortunately, she shows up just after half past four, in the company of three grinning warehouse workers, one of whom pulls his hand from behind her back as he sees his boss. Polly looks rather exhausted as she smiles at you.
The two of you head into the kitchen for a cup of tea, and Polly tells you what happened in the warehouse.
“After you left me with Oscar,” she says, “he was soon cupping the front of my panties with his hand. I didn’t complain, of course – I just asked him what the green button did. He started stroking my pussy through my panties, and he grabbed my left boob with his other hand, and then he put his hand inside my panties and got a finger inside me.
“I stopped asking questions at that point; I just lay back and let him feel me up. When he pulled up my dress to take it off, I raised my arms to help him. Then he pulled my panties down, got his dick out, and pushed it up inside me. And so we had sex – in a few different positions.”
“Awesome,” you say with a smile.
“By this time,” continues Polly, “his friends had started to gather round, and when Oscar had finished inside me, the rest of them started taking turns fucking me. There were, I don’t know, seven or eight of them? Once they’d all come inside either my vagina or my anus, they decided they wanted photos. So they took lots of photos of me naked, getting groped or fingered or even fucked by one or two of them at once – actually three of them, at one point.”
“Wow!” you say. “I’m sorry I missed it!”
“After that,” says Polly, “they decided they should get back to work, but Roy and Sam and Freddy decided to accompany me back to the office. As I came in – I don’t know if you noticed – Sam actually had his hand in the back of my panties, and his finger deep in my rectum. He quickly pulled it out when he saw Kenneth.”
“My goodness!” you say.
A few minutes later, Kenneth enters the kitchen. “Well,” he says, “I have good news. I’m prepared to offer you both temporary jobs, which may become permanent if things go well.”
“Excellent!” you say.
“You’ll be doing clerical work,” Kenneth says to you. “Inventory control, mostly – that’s s big job, but I’m sure you’re up to it. As for you, Polly ... well, driving a forklift may not really be your thing, but the loaders could use someone to do odd jobs around the warehouses – sweeping up messes, hunting down hard-to-find items, and so on.”
You are fairly sure you know what “and so on” will consist of. “That sounds fine,” says Polly. “Thank you!”
“There’s one more thing,” says Kenneth, his cheeks reddening slightly. “These warehouse chaps ... they’re a bit coarse, I’m afraid. And I’m concerned about them saying or doing something that might give you grounds to sue the company on grounds of sexual harassment or whatever.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Polly reassures him. “I don’t mind a bit of harmless groping – boys will be boys! I won’t complain.”
“That’s good!” says Kenneth, relieved. “Would you be willing to sign a waiver to that effect?”
“Sure!” says Polly. “What will it say?”
“Just that you waive your right to complain about inappropriate sexual comments or contact,” says Kenneth.
“That sounds fine,” says Polly. “And ... what about dress code? I wasn’t sure what to wear today, but...”
“What you’re wearing right now is absolutely fine,” says Kenneth fervently.
“Oh good,” says Polly. “What about something shorter, and more see-through? Would that be okay? I have a couple of babydoll negligees that I really like...”
“Yes,” says Kenneth, his cheeks turning very red. “That would be fine.” He pauses, lost in thought, for a few moments, then he clears his throat. “So ... um ... do you have any other questions?”
“Yes,” says Polly. “I’m afraid I have rather poor bowel control, and I keep having accidents in my panties. I used to get terribly mortified and upset about this, but lately, thanks in part to my supportive boyfriend here, I’ve learned to accept these accidents as part of I am, and even to enjoy them when they happen. So my question is this: would it be okay if, whenever I accidentally fill my panties with poo while I’m working in the warehouse, I keep the poo in my panties for a while? Like, I don’t know, an hour or two?”
Kenneth is staring at her, open-mouthed. “Are you serious?” he asks.
“Totally,” says Polly. “I understand, of course, that it’s a huge favour to ask, so if there’s anything you’d like me to do for you in return…”
Kenneth’s eyes widen. “Let’s discuss this in my office,” he says. “Just you and me. With the door closed.”
Polly smiles and says to you, “Will you be okay waiting here while I chat with Kenneth?”
You know what she is really asking, of course, and you reply, “Sure – go ahead.”
She leaves the room with Kenneth, and does not return for over half an hour. “It’s all settled,” she says. “Let’s go home.”
As you walk with her to the bus stop, she tells you what happened with Kenneth. “First, he asked me to take off my dress ... which of course I did. Then he pulled my panties down, and told me to lie back on his desk. I took off my shoes, kicked off my panties, and lay down as he asked. Then, naturally, he gave me a good fucking.
“After he had come inside me, he said I could do a poo in my panties whenever I wanted, as long as I agreed to a couple of conditions.”
“Which were?” you inquire.
“Firstly, he wants to be able to kiss me, feel me up, and have sex with me whenever he wants while I’m at work,” says Polly.
“Seems reasonable,” you reply with a smirk.
“Secondly,” continues Polly, “he requested that on two nights each week (to be chosen by him), I go home with him instead of with you, and spend those nights in his bed.”
“Wow,” you say, taken aback. “He’s pushing his luck, isn’t he?”
Polly nods. “I told him I doubted you would agree to that,” she says. “Plus, I can’t ask you to look after Dad on your own while I’m having sex with your boss at his house. I don’t think it will be a deal-breaker if I refuse that one. Thirdly...”
“Oh, there are more?” you inquire. “I thought he said ‘a couple’...”
“He kept thinking of extra ones,” says Polly with a grin. “Thirdly, he says I am forbidden to have sex with any of the warehouse staff (which includes you I’m afraid), and he will administer bare-bottom spankings in front of his employees if I break that rule.”
“Oh?” you say in surprise. “Sounds like you won’t be having quite so much fun in the warehouse as I imagined.”
“Don’t bet on it,” says Polly with a chuckle. “Fourthly, if a warehouse employee (clerical staff excluded) tries to have sex with me, I must not object or resist in any way.”
“The third and fourth conditions seem amusingly contradictory,” you observe wryly.
“Fifthly, while I’m permitted to fill my panties with poo, Kenneth doesn’t want to encourage me to do so. Therefore, as a disincentive, if I do a poo in my panties, I have to remove my dress and spend the rest of the day in just my panties.”
“Good idea,” you approve.
“Sixthly...”
“Good grief, how many of these conditions are there?” you ask.
“Aren’t you enjoying them?” inquires Polly.
“I am, actually,” you reply. “Please do continue.”
“Sixthly,” says Polly, “I’m allowed only one spare pair of panties. If I have two accidents in one day (which I assured him would be a frequent occurrence), once I’ve cleaned up after the second one I’ll have to remain naked for the rest of the day.”
You laugh. “Oh my goodness, Polly!”
“Seventhly,” she continues, “and this, I promise, is the last one ... I’m only allowed to keep my poo in my panties for one hour before cleaning up.”
“Okay!” you say. “Wow. So ... what are we going to do about number two?”
Polly raises an eyebrow. “I thought we were going to refuse that one?”
“Well,” you say, “it seems a shame to do so – it is, after all, delightfully perverse...”
“But are you really going to be okay with looking after Dad?” she asks in surprise. “Bath time and toilet visits are no picnic...”
“I’ll manage,” you assure her.
Just then, Kenneth walks in. “Have you decided?” he asks Polly.
Polly hesitates. Then, “Yes,” she says. “I accept all of your conditions.”
“Excellent!” he says, taking her in his arms and kissing her. You are surprised, and a little taken aback, by the enthusiasm with which she responds to the kiss. He lifts up her dress, and she raises her arms to help him take it off. Then he pulls her panties down, bends her over the table, and gets out his erection. As he slides it into Polly’s vagina, he turns to you and says, “You might as well head home – Polly’s coming home with me tonight.”
“Really?” you ask, dismayed. “On the very first day?”
“Yup!” says Kenneth, grinning. “So bugger off, there’s a good chap – I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”
With mixed feelings, you leave the office and head to the bus stop. Time will tell if this arrangement will turn out to be exciting or intolerable, but you suppose that if it proves to be the latter, you and Polly can always quit and get other jobs.
Assuming, of course, that Polly wants to...
THE END
Return to last save point.
You and Polly hurriedly leave the shop, and head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
Polly looks surprised, but she nods. “Don’t be long!” she says, with a nervous little laugh.
“I won’t,” you promise her.
Once she has left, you walk up to the counter and smile at the jeweller, who is glaring at you as he holds his phone.
“I’d like to buy an engagement ring for that beautiful young woman out there,” you tell him. “Can you help me?”
The man stares at you in surprise, and he puts his phone down. “You really want to buy her a ring?” he asks.
“Absolutely!” you say. “It’s not everyday you find a girl willing to do ... all that, for you.” You gesture towards the door.
“Hmm,” says the jeweller. “Well your tastes are ... ahem ... not very socially acceptable, but if you’re really here to buy a ring and not just thrill-seeking at my expense, then ... well, who am I to stand in the way of young love? What sort of price range did you have in mind?”
You name a figure, and the jeweller pulls a face. “Very well,” he says, and he pulls out a small selection of rings. You immediately have a favourite – an elegant gold ring with three small diamonds in a row. “I’ll take that one,” you say.
“Certainly sir – a good choice,” says the jeweller. “Um ... would you like to bring your girlfriend back in for a fitting? I suppose I can put up with the ... smell ... since it’s in a good cause.” He shudders.
“Let me propose to her first,” you tell him with a wink.
“Of course,” the man replies. He puts the ring in a little box, and takes your credit card payment.
You head out of the shop with the box safely stowed in your pocket, and find Polly being teased and groped by a couple of laughing teenaged boys. She is protesting at their treatment of her, but from her body language you can tell that she is rather enjoying it. Ordinarily you would be happy to watch the show, but right now you have something more important to do. “Hey!” you say. “Clear off, you two!”
The boys scarper, and you look around. Nearby is a triangular area of grass with a couple of benches and a small fountain. To call it a park would be a stretch, but as a setting for a proposal it will have to do.
“Come with me,” you say to Polly.
“Okay!” says Polly. She follows you over to the fountain, where you turn to face her, then drop down on one knee.
“Polly,” you say, as her jaw drops and her eyes widen, “in the short time that I’ve known you, I’ve watched you grow from a shy, nervous girl into a proud, confident, and delightfully exhibitionistic woman. I have also fallen madly in love with you. My greatest desire is to spend the rest of my life with you.” You pull the box out of your pocket, flip the lid open, and hold it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Polly stares at the ring, overjoyed. Then she grins, and says playfully, “It depends. Will you let me do a poo in my panties while we’re at the altar?”
Your heart skips a beat, and you smile happily. “As long as you wear a wedding dress that’s short enough to show off your bulging panties,” you reply.
“It’s a deal!” she says. “I accept.”
You get to your feet and kiss her; she throws her arms around your neck and responds to the kiss eagerly. Then you place the ring on her finger, and find that it is a little loose, so you and Polly head back into Barrowman’s. The jeweller grimaces and coughs at the smell, but remains polite as he measures her finger. Then he resizes the ring in the back of the shop while you kiss and cuddle with Polly, and gently rub her poo against her pussy through her panties until she shudders in orgasm.
Soon afterwards, wearing a perfectly fitting engagement ring, Polly walks with you to the bus stop, where she boards a bus headed for her home. Feeling very happy, you return to Juniper Hall, where you tell Colin and Adolf your good news before turning in for the night.
The next day, Polly arrives at university with her panties still full of last night’s poo. Unfortunately her luck now finally runs out, as she is spotted by a professor, and sent to the Principal’s office. She is expelled, which both of you agree is sad, but was inevitable.
“Let’s get a place together,” she suggests as the two of you wait for a bus to take her home. “I’ll get a job – waitressing perhaps.”
“At The Grease Spot, maybe?” you suggest with a grin.
Polly laughs. “Perfect,” she says. “And let’s get married ... soon.”
“Okay!” you agree happily.
And thus one chapter of your amazing adventure with Polly comes to an end ... and a whole new chapter begins!
THE END
Return to last save point.
Polly giggles, and nods. A few points into your next game, with Jeff’s and Barry’s eyes fixed on the back of her panties, she pauses in the act of serving and says, “Mmmph – just a moment...”
She grunts and strains, while behind her Jeff and Barry both gasp, their eyes widening at the sight of her panties filling up with poo. To your satisfaction, neither voices any objection; they just seem mesmerised as she pushes out more and more poo.
Eventually she stops. “I’m so sorry!” she says, turning around to face them. Now you can see that her panty-bulge is the size of a melon. “Sometimes I just can’t stop it coming out,” she continues, affecting mortification.
“There’s so much of it – it’s amazing!” says Jeff.
“Well, Polly’s used to having poo in her panties,” you say, “but it’s up to you chaps whether you want to keep playing for a while or not.”
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and shrug. “I don’t mind,” says Jeff, and Barry nods.
After a couple more singles games, therefore, during which Jeff and Barry continue to stare in fascination at Polly’s bouncing, bulging panties, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
Polly giggles quietly. “Aren’t they already getting one?” she whispers.
She does, however, step up the lewdness of her behaviour in the next game. When the ball ends up near Barry’s chair, she retrieves it by stepping between Barry and the ball, then bending over with her panty-clad buttocks and pussy barely a foot from Barry’s face. As he stares excitedly at Polly’s panties, she slowly pulls them down, exposing her anus and pussy to his delighted gaze. Then she gasps as Barry reaches out and gently inserts a finger into her vagina.
“Barry!” she says in mock reproach, straightening up and kicking her panties into a corner.
A few points later, while conversing with Jeff, she lifts one foot up on to the arm of his chair, and casually begins to masturbate. Jeff’s grins in delight, then he reached between her legs and worms a finger into her vagina.
“Really Jeff!” she scolds him, without making any attempt to stop him. After a minute or so, however, she puts her foot down and pulls away.
Five points later, however, as Polly is bending over the table to retrieve the ball, Barry gets out of his chair and comes over to stand behind her. He slides two fingers inside her and begins thrusting them in and out. Polly remains bent over, and sighs happily as she closes her eyes.
Then Barry unzips his jeans, pulls out his erection, and slides it into Polly’s vagina. “Barry, you’re a naughty man,” murmurs Polly as he begins fucking her.
Barry takes his time; it is over ten minutes later when he finally groans and grabs Polly’s hips, pulling himself deeper inside her as he pumps her full of his semen. After a two minute cool-down, he withdraws his penis, and Jeff eagerly takes his place.
Jeff finishes more quickly than Barry, but he manages to bring Polly to orgasm by the time he reaches his own. Then he, too, pulls out of her and stands back, grinning happily. “Thanks Polly!” he says.
“You’re welcome!” says Polly, standing up straight. Semen is leaking down the insides of both thighs. “Shall we continue?”
After another singles game, you and Polly play another doubles game with Jeff and Barry, before bidding them goodnight.
“I should head home,” says Polly, tucking her panties into her bag.
“Naked?” inquires Barry with a grin.
“Sure, why not?” says Polly impishly.
Outside, her nudity attracts some stares and lecherous comments, which she cheerfully acknowledges with a laugh and a wave. When the two of you reach the bus stop, she turns to you with a grin and says, “Want to see me do a poo in my panties?”
“Sure,” you say with a smile.
She retrieves her panties from her bag and puts them on, then she turns away from you, spreads her feet apart, and squats slightly. She strains for a moment, grunts quietly, then strains again.
Your eyes widen as a bulge appears in her panties, then rapidly swells to the size of a large grapefruit. At this point Polly pauses, then she strains again. The bulge continues to grow until it is the size of a melon.
“Spectacular!” you say happily.
Hearing a bus approaching, Polly straightens up and turns around. As the bus arrives, she gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
“Thank you!” you reply, as she gets on to the bus.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“I’d love a game of table tennis!” says Polly, giggling.
“All right then,” you say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
You walk with Polly to the basement of Cypress Hall, which has a small recreation room containing a ping-pong table and a defunct arcade machine. You usually find Jeff and Barry down there, and this evening is no exception. “Hi chaps,” you greet them. “Fancy a game of doubles?”
“Sure!” says Jeff, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of Polly’s panties. Then he sniffs the air, and gasps. “Have you...” he begins.
“Yes,” confesses Polly. “I had a little accident in my panties. Well, a really big one actually.”
“And you’d rather play table tennis with us than clean yourself up?” asks Barry.
“Yes – if you can put up with the smell,” says Polly.
Jeff and Barry look at each other, and Barry shrugs. “Sure,” he says.
The four of you play a couple of matches, and then Jeff and Barry take a seat so that you and Polly can play together. It does not escape your notice that they are staring in fascination at her massively bulging panties.
After a few singles games, you and Polly play another doubles game with the two young men, before bidding them goodnight.
As the two of you head to the bus stop, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, giggling.
You walk with her to the shopping centre, which is open until eight o’clock on weekdays. On the way, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract a great deal of attention from passing pedestrians and, judging by the sounds of car horns and squealing tires, passing drivers.
“Oh my God!” says Polly, her breasts quivering in excitement. “I’m so incredibly exposed out here – and I love it!”
In the shopping centre, Polly’s breasts and poo-filled panties continue to attracts attention from other shoppers, many of whom make very rude comments about her. A couple of them practically order her to go to the toilets and clean up. She shrugs off the negativity, but just to be on the safe side the two of you steer clear of security guards while you window-shop.
A little later, you retreat to the relative seclusion of the arboretum, where you spend some time kissing and cuddling together.
After the shopping centre closes, a few of the shops with exterior entrances remain open for another hour. Among these are Barrowman’s, a jeweller’s, and Mosaic, a large clothing store. Will you take Polly...
Into Barrowman’s?
Into Mosaic?
Back to Juniper Hall?
“Sure!” says Polly with a smile.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Sure!” says Polly, with a shiver of anticipation.
You and Polly head to Colin’s room and knock on the door. “Come in!” calls Colin’s voice. You enter, and find Adolf and Colin playing Colin’s favourite X-Box game, ‘Miranda Goes to Hell’.
“Hi chaps,” you say. “Just me and Polly.”
“Come in and sit yourselves down,” says Colin.
Adolf leers at Polly’s panties as she walks into the middle of the room. Then his eyes widen. “You did a poo in your knickers already!” he remarks. “Brilliant!”
Polly climbs carefully on to Colin’s bed and lies down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread wide apart and her poo-stuffed panties on full display.
Adolf sits down next to her, grinning. “You like showing off your disgusting fetish, don’t you?” he says.
Polly, her cheeks very red, simply nods. Then she gasps as Adolf reaches out and cups her bulging panties in his hand. He presses it gently inwards, squishing it slightly against her bottom and pussy. She gasps, but does not stop him, and he chuckles dirtily.
“Okay, let’s play some Planet Run,” says Colin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” says Adolf, as he massages Polly’s pussy through her panties and a thick layer of poo.
“I don’t think our be able to … concentrate!” gasps Polly. “You go ahead though.”
Your ensuing races with Colin are appallingly inept, because neither you nor he can resist sneaking backward glances at Adolf and Polly, to see what he is doing to her. He has soon pulled the front of her panties aside, exposing her pussy, and he eagerly sinks his fingers into her vagina, which makes her moan with pleasure. After a few moments, he pulls his trousers and boxer shorts down, then he squats over Polly’s pussy and pushed out a thick turd, which plops down on to her labia as she holds her panties aside.
“Where should I put that turd?” he asks as he pulls his trousers back up.
“Inside me!” gasps Polly.
“Good girl,” says Adolf, and he carefully works his foul excrement into her vagina while she spreads her thighs as wide apart as possible and grinds her pussy against his hand. It is an incredibly erotic, perverse display. Shortly afterwards, he fingers her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
After another hour of being pleasured by Adolf and both her own poo and his, Polly reluctantly says, “Well, I should be heading home.”
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you say.
“Goodnight Polly,” says Colin, as Polly very carefully gets up from the bed. “Thanks for the amazing show.”
“Thanks for providing a new home for my shit,” says Adolf. “Make sure you keep it inside you overnight.”
“I will,” Polly promises him.
The two of you leave Colin’s room, head back outside, and walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Well, Polly, you were once again amazing back there,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” says Polly. “It was fun! Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did,” you say. “Are you really going to leave Adolf’s turd inside you all night?”
“Sure!” she replies. “Don’t worry though – I’ll make sure I’m thoroughly cleaned out by the time you next see me.”
As she walks, Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some negative attention, but she shrugs it off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
You and Polly walk into Barrowman’s and begin looking around, but as soon as he sees Polly, the man behind the counter utters an exclamation of horror.
“Get out of my shop immediately, you disgusting girl!” he says. Then he picks up his phone. “I’m going to call security!”
You turn to Polly and say,
“Quick, let’s get out of here!”
“Wait for me outside, okay?”
You and Polly walk into Mosaic, and Polly manages to stay out of sight of shop assistants while she browses. Then, while the two of you are heading down an unoccupied aisle, a smartly-dressed woman appears suddenly from around a corner up ahead of you.
You pull Polly into the lingerie section, then sneak around, keeping out of sight, until people start to comment loudly and angrily about the smell of poo. “We’d better get out of here,” whispers Polly.
Leaving the shop, the two of you head back to Juniper Hall.
Continue.
The two of you return to your room, where Polly climbs carefully into your bed. She lies down on her back, and you strip naked and climb in with her. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, you ease your erection into her vagina.
Polly adores being fucked while she has poo in her panties, and her arousal quickly builds toward a climax. Clutching your shoulders, she almost screams in orgasm as you pound your penis into her. Then, climaxing yourself, you groan as you pump her full of your semen.
You lie panting on top of Polly for a while, but when you finally roll off her, she props herself up on her elbows.
“That was wonderful,” she says happily.
The two of you kiss, cuddle, and watch television for a while, and then, when you have recovered your energy sufficiently, you fuck Polly again, bringing her to another climax as you shoot more sperm inside her.
“I suppose I’d better be getting home,” she sighs, a little later.
“Okay,” you reply.
The two of you head back outside and walk to the nearest bus stop. Polly’s naked breasts and bulging panties attract some mockery and nasty comments, but she shrugs them off carelessly.
When the bus arrives, Polly gives you a kiss. “Thanks for a lovely evening,” she says.
The bus takes Polly away, and you return to your room. Later, as you lie in bed, Polly fills your thoughts, and you are smiling as you drift off to sleep.
Continue.
“Okay,” says Polly. “Just have a seat in the living room; I’ll be back soon with Dad.”
She heads back to her bedroom, while you get comfortable in an armchair. Two minutes later, however, a wheelchair enters the room; it is occupied by a middle-aged man with his hand on a joystick that he is using to operate the chair. He stops and stares at you.
“So,” he says. “You’re the lad who got Polly expelled from university!”
“Um, I suppose that’s accurate,” you say, unsure of what exactly Polly has told him. “I’m very sorry about the whole thing, sir.”
“Hmm,” he says. “I’ll have none of that ‘sir’ business – my name’s Damon. So what do you plan to do now?”
“Polly and I figured we would get jobs,” you say. “I have some computer skills, and Polly’s clever – I’m sure we’ll find her something.”
Conversation remains polite, but a little tense, until Polly enters in a very short and low-cut sundress. For her, this is extensive coverage indeed, but the upper-thigh hemline raises her father’s eyebrow. “That’s a little skimpy,” he says candidly.
Polly blushes, then shrugs. “I enjoy showing off my legs,” she says.
“And your boobs,” Damon notes. “Which I can understand – you’ve got your mother’s chest. Still ... are you even wearing a bra?”
Damon shrugs, and turns to you. “What do you think of Polly’s outfit?” he asks you.
You are not sure how much he knows about Polly’s exhibitionism, but the question sounds a little like a trap. You reply,
“I think she looks amazing.”
“I suppose it’s a little more revealing than I’m comfortable with.”
“I’d prefer it even skimpier than that, to be honest.”
“Don’t be daft,” says Polly, laughing. “The idea here is to make a good impression on Dad, remember?”
“And I’d like to start by being honest with him,” you say. “Come on – you don’t really want to put on a dress, do you?”
Polly bites her lip. “I think this is a mistake,” she says, “but if this is what you want ... then okay. Come on – I’ll take you to Dad.”
As she leads you upstairs, you notice that the staircase is fitted with a stairlift, which makes sense given her father’s tetraplegia. “Dad?” Polly calls out.
A wheelchair appears from around the corner of the landing. In it is a middle-aged man, who is operating it by means of a joystick held in his right hand. He stares in astonishment at Polly.
“Dad,” begins Polly, “this is...”
“Yes yes, I know who he is,” snaps her father. “The question is, why are you nearly naked?”
“This is how I like Polly to dress when we’re alone together,” you tell him quickly. “I’m pleased to meet you, sir...”
“This is unacceptable behaviour, Polly!” shouts her father. “Get rid of this pervert at once – I don’t want to see him in this house ever again!”
“Dad!” Polly snaps, her cheeks turning red with anger. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you think of my clothing choices. If you don’t want me to remain living with you, then fine! I’ll move out, and find a place to live with the man I love.” She puts her arm around you. “But if you want me to stay here, then you’d better get used to me being semi-naked, and you’d better get start treating my boyfriend with respect!”
Her father stares at her with a mixture of surprise and alarm. “Perhaps I ... overreacted,” he says. “Seeing you like this was a bit of a shock.” He turns towards you and says, “I apologise, young man.”
“That’s quite all right, sir,” you reply gallantly. “Totally understandable.”
“No need to call me ‘sir’,” he says with a chuckle. “Damon will be fine.”
“All right, Damon,” you say with a smile.
Damon looks back at Polly, and grimaces. Then he says, “Well, perhaps we should have some dinner. Is it ready yet, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
“Give us some more wine, will you Polly?” he says after a while.
“You’ve had enough, Dad,” she says, pursing her lips.
“Not quite enough to get used to seeing you topless,” he remarks, a little grumpily. “Come on, love, it won’t hurt me to get a little tipsy.”
“All right, fine,” says Polly.
Half an hour later, Damon is rather more than tipsy, and Polly helps him to bed. Then she comes back downstairs and says, “Well, my love, would you like to stay the night?”
“Absolutely!” you say. “But won’t your dad object?”
“Tough luck for him if he does,” she replies with a shrug.
You smile. “Well then, let’s have an early night!”
It is wonderful to finally get to spend a full night with Polly. Her bed is a single, but you manage not to fall out; fortunately you both enjoy snuggling.
In the morning, you and Polly have breakfast, then, still wearing nothing but a pair of panties, Polly fetches her father, who does not look very pleased to see you. He is civil, however, and he asks what you plan to do today.
“Well,” you reply, “I need to get my stuff from Juniper Hall...”
“I’ll help you,” says Polly. “We’ll bring it all back here.”
Damon grunts in annoyance, but he seems to have accepted the idea of you living with him and Polly. “Then what?” he asks. “Are you going to find yourselves jobs?”
You nod. “Yes, I suppose so,” you say.
“Do your parents know you got expelled?” Damon asks.
You shudder. You have so far avoided calling your parents to give them the news. “Not yet,” you admit. “I suppose I should call them now.”
You do so, and endure a wrathful ten-minute lecture from your father. Then he says, “What are you going to do for work?”
“Polly and I are going to look for jobs today,” you tell him.
“Well,” says your father, “I have plenty of contacts in the city. My cousin Bernard is looking for a secretary, I believe, and your godfather Kenneth Linney is always hiring temps at his warehouse. I’m sure we can find you both some work in no time.”
“Thanks Dad,” you say. “Perhaps you could give me...
Bernard’s number?”
Kenneth’s number?”
Damon chuckles. “Well, I can’t argue with that,” he says. “Is dinner ready, Polly?”
Polly has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
After dinner, the three of you watch a movie in the living room, but it is not long before Damon nods off. Seeing this, you pause the movie, then you grin at Polly and whisper, “Your dad’s asleep. How about you strip...
Naked and come and sit on my cock?”
Down to your panties and do a nice big poo?”
Damon eyes you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he says. “Well, Polly, you heard the man – go and put on something a little more demure.”
Polly shoots you a quizzical look, then she goes off to change. When she returns, she is wearing a knee-length dress with a less revealing neckline. “Will this satisfy you two puritans?” she inquires.
“That’s perfect,” you say.
Damon snorts, but says nothing.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
But then he starts asking you about the events that led to your and Polly’s expulsion. Without knowing what exactly Polly has told him, you make light of your transgressions and say nothing of Polly’s outrageous outfits. When Polly tries to interrupt, Damon shushes her.
Eventually he frowns in annoyance. “Your story matches Polly’s in barely any detail!” he snaps. “You’ve known me less than an hour, and most of what you’ve said to me in that time has been lies!”
Your face pales. “I ... I was afraid you wouldn’t want Polly seeing me if I...”
“Told the truth?” he asks. “Then probably you don’t deserve to see her! At any rate, she deserves a man who has the balls to be honest with her father!”
You appear to have blown it. “Perhaps I should leave,” you say glumly.
“Good idea!” he agrees.
“Dad!” protests Polly. “He’s my boyfriend, whether you like it or not!”
“And I don’t like it!” growls Damon.
You get up, and Polly accompanies you to the door. “I’m sorry, Polly,” you say. “It looks like I won’t be coming to live with you after all.”
“What will you do, then?” she asks. “You can’t stay in Juniper Hall...”
You sigh. “I’ll have to go back home to my mum and dad for a bit,” you say. “Maybe you could come with me?”
Polly shakes her head. “Dad still needs me,” she says.
“Well this sucks!” you say. “I was hoping we’d be able to live together!”
“We will,” Polly assures you. “We’ll get jobs, make a bit of money, and then move in together when I’ve figured out a plan for dad.”
You sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to grow up and be responsible,” you say ruefully.
Polly nods. “Call me tomorrow, okay? We’ll work out the details.”
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. Things have not worked out as well as you had hoped, but you are determined to get yourself into a job as soon as possible, so that you can afford to rent a place to live with Polly. And then, who knows what further adventures you will have with her?
THE END
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Damon frowns at you. “Yes ... so I understand,” he says. “Well, at least you’re honest. But here’s my concern: your clothing preferences where Polly is concerned have got her into a lot of trouble. Why should I condone your relationship if it’s destructive to her well-being?”
You clear your throat. “A valid concern, Damon, and one which is also on my own mind. But today we learned a hard lesson, and we both realise we’ll need to be a little more careful in future about pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behaviour in today’s society.”
“I’m glad you recognise that,” says Damon.
“Shall we have dinner?” suggests Polly.
She has cooked a delicious lasagne, which the three of you eat at the dining table. Damon has no use of his left arm, and very limited movement in his right arm, so Polly has to feed him. During the meal, he grills you about your past, your family, and your opinions on a variety of subjects. For the most part he seems satisfied with your answers.
The conversation continues after dinner, and well into the evening. Eventually, Damon yawns and says, “It’s getting late.”
“Yes,” you agree. “I should get going.”
Damon regards you thoughtfully. “I’m not convinced you’re a great influence on Polly, young man,” he says, “but she is clearly in love with you, and that counts for a lot. I’m willing to let you move in here, on a trial basis, for as long as you continue to show me that you are willing to work hard, and that you have Polly’s best interests at heart.”
“I will,” you promise.
“Thanks Dad!” says Polly excitedly, throwing her arms around her father’s neck.
She sees you to the front door. “Well done, my love,” she says. “That went perfectly!”
You kiss her, and say, “Shall we meet up tomorrow morning and begin our job hunt?”
She smiles, and nods. “City centre, by the Churchill statue?” she suggests. “Say, at ten o’clock?”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. “May I ask what you intend to wear?”
“I’ll surprise you,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be broad daylight, though, and I don’t want to get arrested, so don’t expect to see me in only my panties.”
“Understandable,” you say.
You bid her farewell, head to the bus stop, and return to Juniper Hall for your last night there. The next morning, you meet up with Polly, who to your delight is wearing a skimpy, slightly see-through negligee and a pair of white panties that are just peeping beneath the hemline. The two of you head to a nearby employment agency, where you sign up and take a computer skills test. Then you suggest that Polly...
Applies for a waitressing job.
Applies for a modelling job.
Polly gasps. “You daft bugger!” she says. “What if he wakes up?”
“Is he a light sleeper?” you inquire.
“Well not really,” says Polly, but ... why don’t we go up to my room?”
“That wouldn’t be as naughty,” you say, “and therefore wouldn’t be as much fun!”
Polly shivers. “This is awfully risky,” she says, as she takes her dress off. “If he catches us, he won’t let you stay here, you know.”
“I know,” you say. “But our whole relationship is about taking risks.” You pull your jeans and underwear down, and sit back in your chair. “Climb aboard!”
Polly, now naked, comes over and takes your erection into her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. Then she stands up, turns around, and lowers herself on to it; you help her to guide it into her vagina. As she starts bouncing up and down, you sigh with pleasure.
You watch Damon intently while your cock thrusts in and out of his naked daughter, barely six feet away from him. He stirs, and Polly holds her breath and stops moving for a minute, but as he settles back into sleep, she gently resumes raising and lowering herself. The pace is not fast enough for you, however, so a couple of minutes later you gesture at the floor, and Polly climbs off you, then lies down on her back, right at her father’s feet.
You lie down on top of her, slide your erection deep inside her, and start fucking her with considerable energy. Soon you climax, pumping her full of your sperm; Polly wraps her legs tightly around your back, and kisses you passionately.
You seem to have got away with it. Polly hurriedly gets dressed, while you pull your jeans back up and resume your position in the armchair. Then she gently shakes her father’s shoulder. “Dad?”
“Mmm, what, hello?” he says, blinking and looking around. “I wasn’t asleep. Has the movie finished?”
“No, I paused it,” you say. “But it’s getting late – I should probably head back to Juniper Hall. For the last time, sadly!”
“Ah yes,” says Damon. “Well, I know you appreciate that the situation is of your own making, so I won’t labour that point. And since the two of you seem very much in love, you might as well move in here.”
“Oh!” you say, delighted. “Wonderful! Thank you so much, Damon!”
“Don’t mention it,” says Damon. “If it will keep Polly around for longer, then of course I’ll benefit from the arrangement too. I do have a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Naturally,” you say. “It’s your house – I’ll be happy to abide by your rules.”
“First,” says Damon, “no smoking. I can’t abide the smell of cigarette smoke.”
“Well that’s an easy one,” you remark with a smile. “I’m not a smoker.”
“Second,” continues Damon, “you both get jobs as soon as possible. You can live here, but not for free. I expect contributions to the bills.”
“Fair enough,” you agree. “Polly and I can go job-hunting tomorrow.”
“And third,” says Damon, “you should probably swap Polly’s bed for the queen-sized one in the guest bedroom. I have no illusions that I can stop the two of you from sleeping together, but for the sake of the new and rather expensive carpet in here, I would rather you confine your sexual activities to the bedroom.”
You and Polly gasp in shock, and Damon cackles in amusement. “Told you I wasn’t asleep,” he says.
THE END
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Polly gasps. “Are you mad?” she says. “What about the smell? What if he wakes up? So far I’ve managed to keep my panty-pooping hobby secret from him, but even if he doesn’t wake up until after I’ve cleaned up, the smell will be hard to explain away!”
You grin. “Perhaps it’s time for you to ‘come clean’, as it were, about your fetish. And yes, this will be risky ... but since when have we let that stop us?”
Polly bites her lip. “All right then,” she says. “But don’t blame me if this results in him forbidding me to see you again!”
“Would you break up with me, if that happened?” you ask her in sudden concern.
“No, of course not,” says Polly. “But my relationship with my dad will take a beating if I have to choose you over him.”
“Then let’s just hope he stays asleep until the smell goes away,” you say.
Polly sighs, then she takes off her dress and kicks off her shoes. Wearing only her panties, she turns her back on you, then squats slightly and strains. Soon her panties are beginning to fill up with poo, as she pushes out several large turds in quick succession. They squish together to form a bulge which reaches the size of a cantaloupe. Her hugely bulging panties are sagging down so far that her buttock cleavage is showing.
By now she is caught up in the excitement of being so naughty in front of her sleeping dad. “There’s more to come,” she says playfully. “Want me to go for broke?”
“Absolutely!” you say with enthusiasm.
Polly strains, then grunts, then strains again. The bulge in her panties somehow, amazingly, grows even larger, and you watch with wide eyes as the lumpy brown mass starts to expand beyond the ability of her panties to contain it. Polly is now having to hold on to both sides of her panties in order to keep them up, but even so, an imminent spillage seems inevitable.
“Holy shit!” you gasp, impressed.
“Good grief!” exclaims Damon, wide awake and staring at his daughter’s overloaded panties. “Where is it all coming from?”
“Dad!” squeals Polly in alarm. “Oh my God!”
“I’m so sorry, Damon!” you say hastily. “This is my fault – I persuaded her to do it.”
“Well this explains the poo smells that so often waft into my room after your return from your nights out, Polly,” says Damon. “Some kind of kinky fetish, is it?”
Polly looks mortified. Unable to let go of her panties, she turns away from her father so that at least he cannot see her breasts. “Yes,” she confesses. “Something like that.”
“And I’m guessing this is the real reason you got expelled?” asks Damon.
Polly, very red-faced, nods.
“Well that’s all very reprehensible,” says Damon sternly, “but I can’t help being rather fascinated by the puzzle of where it’s all coming from. It seems to defy the laws of physics!”
“I’ve always had a large bowel,” Polly explains, rather wretchedly, “and I eat a huge amount of bran each day to increase the volume of my poo. If I hold it in as long as possible, I can produce six kilos of poo in one go.”
“That’s incredible!” says Damon. “Disgusting, certainly … but really quite astounding! If I couldn’t see the evidence right in front of me at this moment, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a disgusting fetish, Dad,” says Polly, “but please don’t make me stop. It’s kind of my absolute favourite thing to do.”
Damon purses his lips. “Thanks for the flattery,” he says, “but I’m not exactly in much of a position to make you do anything. If this is something you love to do, then I can’t stop you from doing it. I am concerned about you doing it in public and getting into serious trouble, however, so I would ask that you restrict your panty-pooping to this house as much as possible.”
Polly turns and stares at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment to hide her breasts from him. “You won’t mind me walking around the house with poo in my panties?” she inquires, puzzled.
“Well, I do have some ground rules,” says Damon. “First, you clean up any spillages you make – I don’t want to discover chunks of poo on the stairs, or brown streaks on an armchair cushion.”
“Of course!” says Polly.
“Second,” begins Damon, but you cut him off.
“Sorry to interrupt, Damon,” you say, “but I feel a little like my fate is hanging in the balance...”
“Oh!” says Damon. “Yes, you can come and live here, on a trial basis at any rate.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim.
“Second ground rule,” says Damon, “is that you don’t embarrass yourself, or me, in front of other people. If we’re expecting company – and that includes Rosemary, or Sandra, or any other nurse that comes to look after me – make sure the house doesn’t smell of poo when they arrive.”
“Very reasonable,” agrees Polly.
“And thirdly,” continues Damon, “I’m prepared to be pretty tolerant of the sight and smell of your poo, Polly ... but if I ask you to go and clean up, I expect you to do it.”
“Absolutely,” says Polly. “Wow, Dad – this is unexpectedly awesome of you!”
“Yes, well, that’s as may be,” he replies. “But I have to ask, are you planning to get a job?”
“Oh, yes,” she says. “We both are.”
“Glad to hear it,” says Damon. “Well, that should keep you out of the house and out of mischief for most of the time, anyway.”
“Um, do you mind if I finish my poo?” asks Polly.
“There’s more to come?” inquires Damon in disbelief. “Goodness me! Well, by all means, go ahead – I must admit I’m curious to see just how much you can produce.”
“Me too!” you agree.
Polly grins, and turns away so that both you and Damon have a good view of the back of her panties. She strains once again, and her panties start sagging even lower as they become weighed down with yet more poo. The waistband soon descends below the level of her anus, and you and Damon stare in fascination at the sight of Polly’s thick brown poo extruding from her anus.
“Amazing,” says Damon.
“That’s it,” announces Polly, as the last of her poo pops free and settles on top of the huge mass of excrement in her panties. She tugs the waistband up as far as she can, but it barely covers her anus.
“Shall we finish the movie now?” you suggest with a smile.
“Well, sure,” says Damon, his eyes riveted to his daughter’s enormously overloaded panties. “But Polly can’t sit down like that...”
“I’ll lie down on the floor on my front,” says Polly. “My poo will mostly just sit on top of my bum.”
She carefully gets down on the floor, and you hit Play on the remote control. The movie resumes, but you have a hard time wresting your eyes away from Polly’s poo-filled panties ... and a glance at Damon reveals that he is having a similarly hard time concentrating on the film.
You smile happily to yourself. Getting expelled from university was quite a disappointment, but the way things have turned out, your future is looking bright indeed...
THE END
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Polly chuckles. “Waitressing?” she says. “I hope I can do a little better than that!”
You shrug. “I just thought it might be fun...”
“Did you have somewhere in mind?” asks Polly. “Oh! Of course – The Grease Spot! They totally need some female staff.”
“Perfect,” you agree, and the two of you head over to the most disgusting restaurant in town.
It is closed, but the sign says it opens for lunch at 11:30, so the two of you wait for half an hour, until Ralph appears to unlock the door from inside. He looks surprised as he lets you in. “Having lunch here today?” he asks.
“Actually I came to see if you might have a waitressing position available,” says Polly. “I just got kicked out of university, and I really need to find a job.”
“Oh!” says Ralph, his eyes lighting up. “Um, sure! Yes, I do need a waitress. I had one before, but she wasn’t ... very happy. With, um, the working conditions.”
“Good!” says Polly. “So, when can I start?”
“Today?” suggests Ralph. “Come on in, and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Polly enters, and you start to follow, but Ralph stops you. “She doesn’t need a chaperone, mate,” he says.
Polly turns and smiles at you. “I’ll be fine,” she says. “I’ll call you later, when I finish work, okay? We can ride home together.”
“Oh – sure,” you say, nodding.
As Ralph closes the door in your face, you cannot help feeling a little disappointed that you are going to be spending the rest of the day without Polly. It occurs to you that you could have lunch and dinner here, but you are not sure that your arteries could take such abuse – and certainly not on an ongoing daily basis.
Eventually you decide to have lunch elsewhere, and return here for dinner. You head to a nearby cafe for a sandwich and a cup of tea, then you spend the afternoon browsing in shops in the city centre. At six thirty, you go back to The Grease Spot.
As you enter, Ralph waves at you. “Hello there!” he says. “I thought you might be back for dinner. Have a seat – my new waitress will be with you shortly.”
You take a booth in the corner, and look around while you wait. Les and Gordon are at the bar, as usual, and another three men are seated at a table in the middle of the room. They look rather disreputable, and are talking and laughing at an obnoxious volume.
Then Polly appears, coming through the door to the kitchen, carrying plates of food. You are rather astonished to see that she is completely naked. She stops next to the table with the three men, and carefully places one of the plates next to a man in his fifties whose leer shows off a mouthful of stubby yellow teeth. “There you go, sir,” she says.
“Fanks very much,” he replies, reaching behind her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. “Cor, but you’re a lovely girl, Polly!”
“Thank you sir,” says Polly politely, not moving while he crudely strokes her pussy with his fingers. Then she gasps a little as he crooks two fingers and slides them up into her vagina. “That feels nice, sir,” she says breathlessly. Then she happens to glance your way, and her jaw drops open. “Oh!” She looks momentarily anxious.
You smile and wave at her, to show you are not upset with her.
“What’s wrong?” asks another of the men, who has just reached up to grasp her left breast.
“It’s my boyfriend,” says Polly.
The three men laugh as they turn to face you. “Cracking girlfriend you’ve got, mate!” cackles one of them. “We’re enjoying her very much!”
Polly finishes setting their food down, then she fends off the hands groping her and comes over to see you. “Hello my love,” she says. “Sorry about that – Ralph has explained to me that it’s part of my job to let the customers feel me up.”
“I have no objection to that, if you don’t,” you say.
Polly smiles, relieved. “Can I take your order?” she asks. “And please feel free to put your fingers in my vagina while you think about what you want.” She giggles. “That’s what I have to say to new customers.”
You smile. “I’ll have the fish please, and a lager.” You reach out and stroke her naked pussy. “Are you going to be okay, doing this every day?”
Polly nods. “There is something else I should tell you about, though,” she says a little awkwardly, not quite meeting your eye.
“Oh?” you inquire.
Polly blushes. “Um, Ralph kind of expects me to let him fuck me every day,” she says. “Actually, he’s fucked me twice already today.”
“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Well, I guess that’s fine with me. Just don’t leave me for him, okay?”
Polly laughs. “Not likely!” she says. “But ... um ... there’s something else. He says he might sometimes invite friends around, and he’d like me to let them fuck me, too.”
“Really?” you say, raising an eyebrow.
“And,” says Polly, hanging her head, “he made a point of saying they would be paying him for it.”
“So he wants to pimp you out,” you say. “He wants you to be a prostitute.”
“Yes,” says Polly in a small voice. “What do you think?”
“What did you tell him?” you ask. “I mean, did you agree to it?”
“Um,” says Polly, staring at the floor. “I ... I’m afraid I told him he could give me to anyone he wants.”
You slide two fingers inside her. “That’s my girl,” you say proudly, and Polly sighs happily.
THE END
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Polly laughs. “I’m not sure I’m model quality,” she says, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s true that you’re not catwalk material,” you admit, “but that’s only because catwalk models are ridiculously thin. Truth is, you’re too hot to be a catwalk model. I’m thinking more in the area of men’s magazines.”
“Oh!” says Polly. “Hmm ... well I’m totally up for that, if we can find someone who’s willing to pay me to get naked.”
You grin. “Good girl,” you say. “And I know just the place to take you to.”
You lead Polly into the sleazier parts of town, and soon come to a video shop that you and Polly are both quite familiar with. “Ah, of course,” says Polly with a smile.
You enter the shop, and find its owner, Nigel, standing behind the counter. “Hi!” he says, grinning at Polly.
“Polly here needs a job,” you explain to Nigel. “She just got kicked out of university for wandering around campus in nothing but a pair of poo-filled panties.”
Nigel, to his credit, does not bat an eyelid. “So you’re looking to make a career of this, rather than just a one-off gig?” he asks Polly.
“That’s right,” says Polly.
“Well sure!” says Nigel. “You’re young, pretty, sexy ... there’s plenty of work for a girl like you. And if you’re willing to do some panty-pooping videos too, then so much the better!”
“My bowels are full,” says Polly. “I can poop like an elephant, whenever you say the word.”
Nigel laughs. “Awesome,” he says. Then he scratches his chin. “Are you willing to do so in a public place?”
“Definitely!” says Polly, her eyes shining. “Pooping in my panties in public is just about my favourite thing.”
“Great!” says Nigel. “Holy shit – you’re going to make me a fortune, Polly! Consider yourself hired. Now, let me grab my video camera...”
Minutes later, the three of you step out of the shop, and Nigel locks the door. “Let’s call this a trial run,” he says. “Three hundred quid for a couple of hours of filming; future wages to be determined by how well this goes.”
“Fair enough,” says Polly.
“Mind if I tag along?” you say. “I promise I won’t interfere. I just want to watch the process.”
“Boyfriends tend to get overprotective,” says Nigel, shaking his head. “They constrain artistic freedom.”
“Not this one,” you say. “Besides, your attention will be focused on Polly. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes keeping a lookout for police.”
“That’s true,” Nigel admits. “All right then.”
You and Polly follow him to a park, where he instructs Polly to walk along a path by the river in a carefree manner. She does so, and he films her. Then, in a different spot, he asks her to approach to about twenty feet away from the camera, pause, and clutch her abdomen as if she needs to do a poo.
A few more such scenes follow, and Polly acts admirably. Then, the money shot: Polly finally “loses control” while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Nigel films her panties as they fill up with poo, and his expression of delight as the bulge reaches melon-sized proportions is priceless.
By this point, of course, passing cars and pedestrians have begun to notice Polly’s poo-laden panties, and much shouting and hooting of horns accompanies her hasty trot across the road when the traffic lights change. Nigel follows a few yards behind, and continues filming as Polly turns and walks down the pavement past a row of shops, anxiously trying (and utterly failing) to tug her negligee down far enough to cover her panties.
“This is brilliant!” enthuses Nigel as you all pause for a break in a secluded alley. “This is gold! This is platinum! I don’t think there’s anything remotely like this out there on the web.”
“Are you having fun, my love?” you ask Polly.
“Oh, I’m having a simply wonderful time!” Polly giggles. “I’m happy to do this all day, every day, if you want, Nigel. Oh, I can’t believe this is my new job!”
“It is, it is!” says Nigel. “And you’ll be very well paid for your work, I assure you, Polly. You’re one in a million.”
Polly glows, and you kiss her passionately. She certainly is one in a million, and you are incredibly happy that she is yours.