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Here is the latest in the Attitude Adjustment series. Book VI will be posted
sometime in June.
Thanks for waiting!
LCDRJMC
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[lcdrjmc] Subject: Attitude Adjustment Book V (Ff+/F,
reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction.
It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go
away. It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to
pass it around, feel free. Just keep the header and text
as is and all will be well. Enjoy the story.
Lcdrjmc
Attitude Adjustment Book V
*****
Laura was startled into wakefulness for a moment when she
felt the waterbed undulate gently beneath her, then
relaxed. It was always the same with this bed, and it
was the one thing she still had not gotten used to about
sleeping on it. She never had a water bed before and was
always surprised at how it would amplify her slightest
movement, the bed acting almost as if someone was on it
with her. Of course, whenever she looked she was always
alone, which was why she never bothered to check any more
and just went back to sleep again. How ridiculous can a
person be! Just like when she was a little girl and
afraid of what was making those odd noises under her bed
in the middle of the night. Naturally, nothing was ever
there, either! Even so, it still bothered her whenever
those strange movements of the waterbed happened.
Yet, she knew that all was well. For the first time
since moving in with her new family, Laura felt content.
Here she was, happily laying in bed like a lazy slut in
the middle of the day, a working day at that, after
completing one of her most satisfying sleeps ever. Life
was truly wonderful. She was living with people she knew
who really cared for her and that she loved in returned,
and that was all that mattered. Even as a little girl,
she had always needed the thought that she had been loved
by her family, and had returned that love unstintingly.
Their being strict with her (such as not being allowed to
date) she realized had been their old-fashioned way of
saying they cared. It gave her a solid sense of
security, like when she would wrap herself in a nice warm
blanket on a cold winter's day.
Doris and even Missy were as equally strict with her as
her old family had been, just in a different way. It was
their way of saying that they truly cared for her. Her
sense of comfortable warmth grew as she thought about her
new family and how very differently they appeared to her
now.
Even though Missy was only 14 and one of her students,
Laura couldn't help but consider her as nothing less a
far more experienced older sister. The girl was so much
wiser then Laura was about everything. Laura felt the
teenager had the ability to look into her very soul, she
seemed to know her so well. She knew that the proper
role of any older sibling was to protect and teach the
younger members of the family, while the youngsters were
supposed to listen and obey them. Although Missy seemed
to delight in getting her into incredibly embarrassing
situations, she was only doing so because she really
cared. She cared! Laura's heart sang at the thought.
She cared!
The formidable Doris, at times so stiff and unforgiving,
cared for her as well. Even her cool indifference to the
strange situations Laura seemed to find herself in
lately, was typical of a mother's love. Wasn't she
always there afterwards to help her in the shower and
then tuck her safely into bed afterwards? Wasn't she
always trying to teach her, by making her pay for her
silly mistakes, so she would be less inclined to make
them again in the future? Doris wanted to be obeyed
absolutely. Well, what mother didn't? Was this so
different from her old life? Her old life which she was
finding increasingly difficult to remember, so much had
happened to her.
Thinking about her youth, Laura felt a brief pang of
sorrow. The one thing she truly remembered about her old
family was how devoted she had always been to them.
Which was why being thrown out by them, her own family,
without any reason at all, had been so traumatic for her.
Her sense of security had been cruelly stripped away,
just the way her clothes had been.
"Hey!" she murmured. What an idea! Perhaps that's why
she had been having such trouble with her clothes lately.
Inside she felt undressed, so that's what she became on
the outside? No, that didn't sound right at all. Damn.
She knew what the problem was all right. The reason she
didn't have any clothes was because she stupidly left
them down in the basement too long and was now totally
dependent on Doris and Missy for what she was wearing.
"Oops," she muttered. Well, it was a honest mistake,
wasn't it? How was she supposed to know the basement was
so wet here? It didn't look that damp. In fact, it
looked quite dry. Still, she wished now she had paid
more attention to the psychology courses she was required
to take in college, instead of having such a great time
trying to tease all of those professors into an early
coronary. Perhaps then she could understand why her life
was such a roller-coaster ride lately.
Laura had not realized until now how badly she had
depended on it, that comfortable feeling of security she
had gotten from her family, even as an adult, until it
was no longer there. Well, she would show them. She had
a new family now, one that truly loved her and cared for
her. OK, the Manchesters were a little unorthodox now
and then, but what family didn't have their little
eccentricities? If she could only get Missy to be a
little less demonstrative in her public affections, life
could be very good indeed!
Well, she was home now. She felt so warm here, so
comfortable, so safe and secure. Even her dreams were
getting better. Her precious Missy, wise beyond her
years, was probably right yet again. Her highly erotic
dreams, almost hallucinations really the were so vivid,
were only the result of her settling into her new
environment. Perfectly natural.
Take her latest, for example. This morning's dream that
she had after Missy left for school had not been anywhere
near as frantic as they usually were. Still, it had been
very strange all the same. She was at a large family
reunion, but with the surprise this time of seeing Missy
and Doris sitting at the large kitchen table at the
places where her old family usually sat. It was her high
school graduation party and everyone was there, every
aunt, uncle, and cousin that she possessed. Laura had
been the only one nude of course, but she was getting use
to that. In fact, in her dream she had been quite calm
about it, as if it had been the most natural thing in the
world.
It had been the first dream she could remember where
nothing actually sexual happened to her. Except for her
being nude, that is. Well, come to think of it, it had
been somewhat stimulating at that, standing there in
front of all those people, drinking in those hungry looks
she had been getting from her relatives, especially from
the women. Even her sex was still feeling more than a
little tingly because of it.
Laura's contentment swelled to feelings of absolute
euphoria and she wondered why. Had the dream been that
good? Or was she simply happy to be here in this house?
The faint tingling, tickling sensation she had noticed
earlier from her simmering crotch was becoming more
prominent. "Mmmmm," Laura purred as she ground her hips
into the silk sheet, her nipples hardening expectantly as
the delightful warmth expanded within her. After
sleeping so well, Laura was surprised to find herself
feeling more than a little sexy. It worried her that
more and more she lived in a state of almost constant
excitement, like a cat in perpetual heat.
Even now. She felt so ready she could die! If only
Missy were here, she would know what to do. The
delicious tickling sensation between her legs continued
to grow. She spread her legs farther apart and moved her
hips to increase the wonderful sensations radiating from
her pussy. Oh, it felt so good, the feel of the slick
material against her fevered skin! Whoever invented silk
sheets was a genius!
The tickling persisted, and Laura finally realized with a
start what was happening. She froze in horror! She was
being licked! She was being licked between her legs!
Laura took a deep breath and relaxed. It had to be Missy
of course. Her Missy had come back to her and, knowing
her need, was licking her, loving her, between her legs!
"Yes, Missy, my precious, my love!" Laura murmured with
quiet enthusiasm. "Oh, yes!" What a caring family! She
was so lucky!
Sure enough, the licking increased and Laura almost
melted. Hands slipped under her squirming hips and
gently held her firm rounded buttocks. Something began
to go in and out of her ready cunt and she really did
melt. She had become so sensitive down there lately,
that whatever Missy was doing to her now was making her
toes curl!
"Oooh, Missy, my darling sister. What you do to me!
What is that? It feels so good!" she purred. "So good!"
"Thanks, but the name's Betty, ma'am," a muffled,
unfamiliar voice said cheerfully.
Laura's glowing erotic dream world collapsed instantly.
She raised her head and stared, wide-eyed and open-
mouthed with horror, between her heaving breasts and down
the length of her nude body to the unbelievable sight
that she found between her shamefully spread legs. She
was greeted by a mop of short dark blonde hair and a pair
of merry blue eyes which carefully watched her over her
trimmed mound of soft pubic hair. She could not see the
rest of the girl's face because it was buried deep into
her steaming crotch!
"Ah...ah...ah...," Laura squeaked vainly in protest. She tried
desperately to scream an objection of this open
defilement of her proud body, but she was speechless with
shock! Paralyzed, she could only observe her own
violation as fantastic, wonderful things continued to
happened between her legs.
Even as she watched, the delicious feelings she had felt
radiating from her sex quickly returned. Even in the
midst of her horror at this defilement, she was stunned
to realize that her body was responding joyously to what
was happening. She hated herself for feeling this way,
this terrible loss of control, but she just couldn't help
herself. Oh, God! This was all so insane! She was
being helplessly aroused and yet she loved it! She loved
every minute of it! It was all so exquisite! So
wonderful!
Suddenly feeling herself on the brink of an orgasm, she
frantically tried one final effort to escape this
delightful torment. Her hands shaking with the effort,
she clutched tightly the sheet covering the bed beneath
her, and tried to drag herself off the large water
bed, but the loving hands on her buttocks kept her firmly
in place.
Unable to get away from that fantastic mouth, Laura
dropped her head in defeat onto the rolling bed. She
stared helplessly at the ceiling as silent tears started
to run from the corners of her eyes. Why did this keep
happening to her? Why did her beautiful body always
betray her, always act as if it had a mind of its own?
The girl must have noticed her surrender, because Laura
felt the small hands leave her buttocks and begin to
slide up the sides of her trembling body. They smoothly
went past her indented waist and the flair of her
sensitive ribs to stop just below the bottom swell of her
waiting breasts. She was so close now, Laura knew the
slightest extra sensation would set her off. The thought
alone of those hands all over her lonely, aching breasts,
teasing her erect nipples, was almost enough. She
wanted those hands, needed them.
But the hands never moved! She couldn't believe it.
They just stayed there, directly below her chest, yet the
terrible, fantastic teasing of her cunt continued. It
was maddening! God only knew what the girl was doing to
her down there. It felt like she was being nibbled,
sucked, licked and everything else, and all at the same
time! But it wasn't enough! For some reason, she was
sure her erect clitoris was being left alone.
Then it hit her like a thunderbolt. My God! The
stranger between her legs wasn't allowing her to finish,
to climax, to...to cum.
She had to finish, she just had to! Her body writhed and
jumped in frustration as the girl calmly continued to
work her poor abused crotch. She arched her back to make
her breasts more prominent. How long could this go on
before she went mad? Please, she finally prayed in
desperation over and over. Please touch my tits. Make
me cum! I need to cum. Please make me cum!
"OK, ma'am," a stunned Laura heard Betty say. "Anything
you say."
"AAAAAAH!" Laura screamed in dismay as she held her head
in her hands. OH GOD! OH NO! Anything but that! She
had been thinking out loud! OUT LOUD!
Betty's hands tenderly clutched her throbbing breasts and
began twisting the nipples. The girl's mouth fastened
onto her clitoris and Laura mercifully couldn't think any
more as wondrous feelings of pure pleasure radiated from
her body and flooded through her tormented mind. At last
it was enough.
"Ah!" Laura cried out weakly as her body finally found
its release in a climax which rocked her very soul! She
jumped and twisted as wave after wave of sensuous
pleasure pulsated in her.
At last it was over. She lay on the bed, feeling totally
spent. She looked up and watched numbly as Betty eagerly
lapped up her flowing vaginal juices. Laura dropped her
head back down to the bed. She didn't even try to cover
herself with the sheet. Why bother? Nothing mattered
any more. A total stranger had just taken her, and she
had actually encouraged her to violate her body! Oh,
God! She could not imagine anything more humiliating.
She was finished.
Laura felt the girl leave the bed but she still did not
move. She only wanted to die, and that was all.
"Come along," Betty said. "We have work to do and I
still have other deliveries to make."
"What?" mumbled Laura.
"You must come with me and try on your clothes, otherwise
I'll have to take them all back."
"My clothes?"
"Yes, your clothes." Betty took Laura by her feet and
swung her legs over the side of the bed. She then took
Laura's hands in her own and pulled the unresisting young
woman off of the bed.
Standing shakily erect, Laura finally noticed the dark
green uniform the pretty girl was wearing. Over her
prominent left breast was the name "Betty," and
underneath the letters "PPP."
"Who...who are you?" a dazed Laura asked as she was being
led passively out of her bedroom and down the hall by her
green-clad intruder. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm Betty, remember? I'm with the 'Triple-P.' You
know, the Personal Package People. Our motto, 'We
Deliver'?"
"A delivery person?" an increasingly perplexed Laura
said. "But how did you get in?"
"The owner, a Mrs. Doris M., left a key with the
dispatcher. Said for the driver to just come in and make
herself at home."
"Left a key? I don't understand!" Laura whined.
"Couldn't just leave all those fine clothes outside, now
could I? Besides, you must try them on now, otherwise it
all goes back to the store!"
"Yes, but...but...you...!"
Laura's protests stopped short as the pair entered the
front living room. The room was brilliantly lit from the
afternoon sun pouring through the large uncovered picture
window. On the coffee table was a respectable stack of
boxes from one of the town's more expensive stores.
"Oh, my!" Laura gasped. She tried to go back into the
hall but Betty retained the grip on her hands and
continued to pull her into the center of the room.
"But I'm naked!" cried a blushing Laura, who kept
ineffectually trying to cover herself with her arms.
"We don't have time for that now," said Betty firmly.
"You must try these on, and quickly. This is not my only
stop today, you know."
"At least...at least let's take these back to one of the
bedrooms? OK?" Laura pleaded.
"Oh, sure. And have them disappear before they are
checked out and signed for? No thanks!"
"Please?"
Betty released her hold on Laura's hands, and said
sternly, "Now, quit fooling around and get busy!"
"All right," Laura meekly replied. Missy had said
something about trying on some clothes today, so try them
on she would.
She lowered her head in shame. She hated to do this, yet
if she didn't she might run the risk of ruining some of
these expensive new clothes Doris and Missy had gotten
her. "Could I please have a towel?" she asked humbly.
"It's to...to dry myself off with."
"My, we certainly were juicy today, weren't we?"
Mortified, Laura could only give a quick nod her head in
reply.
"OK. You wait here. I'll get it."
Trying to ignore the picture window as much as possible,
Laura started to look through the many flat boxes. Her
first impressions from the few she opened was that they
were all clothes of very high quality, very well designed
and very expensive.
"My God," she said in wonder. "They must have spent
hours picking this stuff out." What could Doris be
thinking? Laura had never owned clothes like that in her
entire life!
Betty returned with a towel and a damp wash cloth.
Before Laura could take them from her, the delivery girl
went behind her and began a brisk wash of her sweaty
back.
"But I can do that!" protested Laura, as she tried not to
think of what any passersby might make of all this.
"Relax!" sang Betty. "It's part of the service. Now,
spread your legs."
"Oh!" Laura exclaimed as she closed her eyes and complied
with the request. She didn't want to see anything, she
just wanted it to be over. How she kept getting herself
into these messes was something she would never
understand.
In a remarkably short time, Laura found herself feeling
surprisingly clean and refreshed. She opened her eyes in
wonder at the transformation as Betty found her first
box. She looked in the mirror over the couch in wonder.
The girl had even brushed her hair for her!
"Thank you," she said quietly. The brief look in the
mirror reminded her of how exposed she was and she
resolved to ignore it as much as possible.
"You're welcome. Now for the clothes," Betty said as she
handed the first box to her. "Without the interruptions
this time."
It took almost two and a half hours, but they were almost
through. Laura was amazed at the collection. The
clothes were an astonishing array of things, from
underwear to one or two evening gowns, and at least one
of everything in-between. Clothes for school, for
swimming, for casual as well as formal ware, it was all
covered. Some of the things were surprisingly tight, and
Laura realized that she would have to loose a few pounds,
but to mention having her breasts reduced in size, to
make them fit even half-way decently, especially the ones
which were designed to be worn without any underwear.
Yet she found even the looser items still clung to her
skin, faithfully following her every curve and bulge.
About half-way through the stack, Laura realized that
these fine things which her new family had gotten for her
had two things in common: first, they all displayed her
body to devastating advantage, and, second, they all were
really too exciting for her to even wear. It was
amazing! She couldn't believe how turned on she was
feeling after trying on so many of them, even after her
shameful episode of earlier that day. How she could wear
anything that affected her so out on the street or to
school she couldn't possibly imagine. Still, Laura
wondered which of these terribly exciting new clothes she
would be able to keep, and how would she ever be able to
pay back the Manchesters for their unstinting generosity.
Such good people!
Once again between outfits, a nude Laura felt an odd
prickling on the back of her neck and turned to look
behind her. "Oh my God!" The window was filled with
waving neighbors and their small children!
Laura felt faint, even a little nauseous. She had been
so focused on her clothes that she had forgotten about
everything else, the mirror over the couch, the window,
everything.
"I have to sit down," she said weakly.
"One more to go, then I can leave and you can have your
nervous breakdown."
Laura smiled a little at that. Yes, a nervous breakdown
would be just the thing right now!
"Come on!" demanded an impatient Betty. "There's nothing
you've got they haven't seen already, so let's just do
it."
Laura sighed, and put on the last outfit. At least this
was a business suit, with a silk blouse and matching
jacket and mid-thigh skirt. Outside, her audience
applauded their approval.
"OK, now what?"
"First put everything back in their boxes."
"Everything?"
"Yes, including what you are wearing!"
"Oh!" Laura dutifully stripped.
"Next, which outfits did not fit properly?"
"Well, several were rather tight."
"Sorry, but they can only be damaged or too big for them
to be returned to the store. My delivery instructions
were very specific about this."
"Oh. Well, there's a few skirts that are much shorter
than..."
"Sorry, but 'short' is included with 'tight.' You do
understand?"
"No, but it wouldn't be the first time. All right then,
they all fit!"
"Great! Sign here and it's all yours."
"What!"
"Just sign."
"Doris, I mean Mrs. Manchester, can't afford all this."
"Lady, just sign. You can work it all out later."
Laura reluctantly took the offered clipboard and was
going to sign her name, when she noticed that it was her
name and credit card number on the manifest. "Hey, wait
a minute! What's going on here?"
"I knew this was going to happen. Here, I have a note
for you from Mrs. D."
"Oh God," muttered a worried Laura as she took the sealed
envelope with her name printed neatly on the front. Even
with her not in the house, she still was able to irritate
that woman. She quickly tore open the envelope and
found a single typewritten page inside.
With trembling hands Laura read:
MISS P.
ONCE AGAIN YOU HAVE DISAPPOINTED ME WITH YOUR CHILDISH
BEHAVIOR. I WILL OF COURSE GIVE YOU THE MONEY FOR
EVERYTHING AT A LATER DATE.
YOU WILL DO AS THE GIRL ASKS, THEN TAKE EVERYTHING TO MY
ROOM. TOUCH NOTHING, WEAR NOTHING.
AFTER THE GIRL LEAVES, THERE ARE SOME ERRANDS I WANT YOU
TO RUN AT THE LOCAL MALL. WHAT YOU NEED TO BUY IS LISTED
ON THE HOME PC. YOU WILL FIND CLOTHES THAT MISSY PICKED
OUT FOR YOU IN THE BOX MARKED "MALL" THAT THE DRIVER WILL
GIVE YOU BEFORE SHE DEPARTS.
DON'T DISAPPOINT ME AGAIN.
MRS. M.
Laura quickly took back the clipboard and immediately
signed for the clothes, wincing only slightly at the vast
amount of the money she now owed.
"Thank you, ma'am!" said Betty, cheerful once more as she
took back her clipboard. "Here's your box, and I am out
of here! Bye!"
*****
Laura was once again nude and alone in the house, not
counting the 25 or so women of various ages still happily
watching her through the window.
With as much dignity as she could muster, Laura set her
box onto the stack with all of the others and, staggering
under the load, took them to Doris' bedroom and set them
carefully onto the bed.
She set aside the box marked "Mall." The last thing
Laura needed today was to wear anything Missy had picked
out. "I'll bet it's just a piece of dental floss," she
grumbled, as she opened the box to see what the child had
picked out for her this time. She was not happy with
what she found.
They were obviously some of Missy's old things and not
very suitable for a grown woman at all.
"God, I can't!" Laura moaned as she looked at the things
she was left with. She knew going to the closet to find
something else would be a waste of time. Besides, Doris
had been very exact in her instructions, and you didn't
trifle with Doris. Oh, no!
"Missy, no!" she yelled to the empty house. "Not now!"
Laura grabbed the outfit and held it up in front of her.
"I can't, I just can't," she groaned, looking at what she
was holding, just a skirt, a short T-shirt, and a pair of
single strap pumps with very long heels, and no underwear
anywhere.
"Missy, I can't wear this!" Laura shouted. "Missy!"
She looked despondently at her outfit for the day. "oh,
hell," Laura moaned. "They can't expect me to wear this,
they just can't."
The clothes were certainly for someone with a much
smaller frame than hers. The skirt, if she could get it
over her hips, would barely cover her behind. And the T-
shirt was much worse. On Missy it would have been tight.
But on Laura with her much larger breasts it would surely
burst every seam.
She looked in the box again and saw a tiny white ball of
nylon stuck in a corner. She picked it up in dismay.
Laura looked at the thing in her hands and held it up in
front of her. "Oh, my!" she cried.
She opened the tiny white ball, then held it up in front
of her. "Dear God, a body stocking!"
Then she smiled when she remembered wearing
something similar when she would go to dance class
when she was young. The looks she got made her body
tingle even then. Once Laura became very daring and
didn't wear her underwear to class. The feeling of the
material against her bare skin kept her nipples hard all
day, and made her sex all tingly. The looks she got made
her feel so dirty. They looked and even stared at the
sexy lines of her body pressing against the skin-tight
dance leotard. The fire she saw in some of their eyes
had scared her so badly she never did that again, and in
fact dropped from that dance class soon after!
She wondered if she should just stay where she was and
not go anywhere dressed in the absurd outfit Missy had
picked out for her. But she really had no choice. Doris
had given her explicit instructions to go to the mall,
and so to the mall she must go. Although she never said
which mall, Laura knew that the current family favorite
was a new one which had just opened a few miles out of
town.
Traffic was usually fierce this late in the afternoon,
but she could avoid the crowded freeway by taking the
back road. It was pure country driving, but it would cut
down her driving time considerably, and time was getting
short. Already it was nearing when the Manchesters would
be returning home. Plus, she always hated country
driving at night and sun set was coming earlier each day.
So, taking a deep breath, she spread out her clothes
neatly on the bed began to get dressed. "I can't believe
I'm even thinking of doing this," Laura muttered as she
picked up the body stocking. Rubbing the white material
between her fingers made her body begin to grow warm.
"This is crazy."
But as she argued with herself, she sat down and put her
feet into the tiny leg holes and pulled the tiny garment
up her well-sculptured legs. The material stretched
easily and formed itself around each leg. Laura stood up
and pulled upward stretching it around her thighs then
over her hips. Laura was actually shaking as she
continued to stretch the suit up her body. She tugged it
over her breasts, then grabbed the tiny nylon zipper that
started right between her swelling mounds and pulled it
upward. The material squeezed her large breasts, trying
to smash them flat, but all it really did was make them
look even bigger. Her nipples hardened to their utmost,
straining to push themselves free of their tight white
confinement.
Laura looked at herself in the mirror. "My God!" From
the tips of her toes, to her neck she was encased in sexy
white nylon!
Her mind began to spin as she stared at the skin tight
white body stocking. You could see everything! Her
breasts flawlessly showed through the tight nylon suit.
You could see their lovely roundness, each aureole
perfectly displayed, her nipples hard and erect. She
might as well have been topless! Laura ran her fingers
over them and fell back onto the bed, as the feeling made
her knees weak. The silky material made her nipples
even more sensitive somehow! Looking between her
legs, Laura groaned. She could see her pubic mound
pressing itself against the practically transparent white
crotch. The dark triangle of hair was in perfect view,
and her nether lips swelled outward as the white material
pushed its way between them and into her tingling slit.
Her clitoris looked even harder than her nipples as it
too strained to escape. It seemed to be begging her to
touch it!
"Missy, what are you doing to me?!"
But as she looked, her mind drifted back to her classes
yesterday, and the outfit that hid almost nothing. As
she made her way through her students and the greedy eyes
that followed her every move, she had almost climaxed
even then. It was so exciting, looking at their faces as
they watched her breasts gently bounce with each step as
she gave her behind a graceful sway.
Laura knew she shouldn't, but the thought of what she
might flash the customers at the mall was too good to
miss.
She grabbed the skirt and, surprisingly, it fit over her
hips. Laura did have to wiggle her hips to zip it up,
and the button barely fit through the button hole, but
the skirt did fit, although nice and tight.
Laura's mind flashed back to her mini-skirts she wore
when she was 14. She felt so sexy in them. Even then
she had a body to die for. Her breasts were smaller of
course, but still large enough to bounce quite sexily
without a bra. The rest of her young body had taken
shape over her fourteenth summer too. Remembering all
the looks she got as she swiveled her hips like a high
fashion model when she walked, made her heart pound. The
skirts she wore were short, almost short enough to expose
her panties with each step. Laura spent many of those
days in a daze, right on the edge of orgasm. Every eye
looking at her young body made her head spin then, and
just the thought of it now made it was causing her
trouble concentrating.
But this skirt was shorter than that, it was the shortest
thing she'd ever worn, and blushed as she looked down and
saw every inch of her shapely legs. Without being able
to see behind her, she knew just how short. The hem of
the skirt was tickling the bottom curves of her firm
buttocks.
She picked up her top saw that there was printing on it.
"Missy, I can't wear this!" It read, "Sexy Girl Inside."
But Laura looked down at what she was wearing now and
knew she had little choice. If she didn't wear it,
everyone who saw her would see her bare breasts under the
nylon stocking. Missy had her.
She angrily pulled the T-shirt over her head, and tugged
it over her chest. Laura cursed under her breath, "Damn
her!" She would get the child for this. She was a
teacher, not some plaything to dress as she wished.
Laura tried to pull it down to cover her exposed middle
section but it was no use. On Missy it would have
covered everything, except perhaps the teen's
bellybutton. But on Laura, with her larger assets and
longer frame, it just covered her breasts, leaving her
entire mid-drift bare. The top, like the skirt, somehow
fit. It was straining, and held both of Laura's firm
mounds like a second skin. It was as if it was painted
on!
"At least you can't see through it," Laura said, but
that didn't make her feel any better.
Laura sat down on the bed and strapped both pumps on
her feet. She blushed as she looked at them. These were
what the girls in her senior class at New Berlin had
called their "fuck-me" pumps.
She stood and, balancing carefully, slowly walked around
the room, getting used to her new shoes.
"Damn, these are high! Doesn't that girl ever believe in
flats?"
She checked her watch and realized that she really did
not have time for this. She went into the kitchen, where
a laptop on the kitchen table was flashing, "PRESS ANY
KEY."
She tapped the space bar and a short list of sundries
appeared on the screen. She had been right, Doris did
want her to get these items at the new mall. Odd,
though. She could have gotten them just about anywhere.
Well, Doris wanted her at the mall and so, like the
dutiful daughter she was, to the mall she would go.
*****
Laura tottered out the front door looking for her car.
She had completely forgotten where she had parked
yesterday. When she reached the curb, she saw down the
street a dark green PPP truck pulling away from another
house.
"Hey! Betty!" she called. There just had to be a way of
giving some of that stuff back.
She ran into the quiet street, and watched the truck as
it drove slowly off. Forgetting for the moment what she
was wearing, Laura waved her arms frantically as she
tried to catch the attention of the driver. The truck
never stopped. Laura ran after it, waving and bouncing
on her toes, until she was standing all alone in the
middle of an intersection, like she was an actress on a
stage.
Laura was surprised when an elderly man in a jogging suit
riding a bicycle stopped directly in front of her. She
watched as his eyes lit up. "There sure is!" he shouted
with glee as he read the front of her T-shirt.
Laura looked coolly at him and was about to say something
pithy when she noticed that he was staring down at her
body. Laura suddenly remembered what she was wearing and
looked down to see if everything was covered. To her
embarrassment, the short top had popped up and was
now resting right in the middle of her breasts. The
bottom halves of both breasts stuck out in plain sight,
even the bottom half of both aureoles could be seen. In
the bright fall sunlight the white nylon body stocking
lit her up like a Christmas tree! She was positively
glowing! Blushing, Laura reached up to pull the top
down, and without saying a word turned and ran back to
the house as fast as her high heels would let her.
She could feel every part of her sensitive body shaking
and jiggling with each step under the tight fabric and
knew what an exciting thing it must have been for the old
man to watch her sway her hips back and forth as she
tried to hurry on those ridiculous heels.
"Missy must have known I couldn't run in these damn
things," Laura grumbled as she finally reached the door.
She unlocked it and went inside. Laura closed the door
and leaned back against it. Her heart was pounding. She
didn't want to look but she had to. It couldn't be true,
but the way her head was spinning, it felt like having a
stranger see her like this had really turned her on! "It
just can't be true. It just can't."
Laura looked down to see her nipples rock hard again.
She could feel a strong throbbing tingle coming from her
sex as well.
"What is wrong with me?" Laura cried out in despair. She
had to calm down before she ended up soiling the only
clothes Missy had left her.
Laura had to sit down. As she staggered over to the
couch, she thought of the man that had just seen her.
The look on his face as he stared at her near-naked
chest, and the way his eyes then started at her toes,
then moved slowly up as they were drinking in every inch
of her body. She couldn't deny it, not to herself. It
had excited her. She was such a slut!
By the time she reached the seat she was right on the
edge of a climax! She knew if she did she would ruin
what little she had to wear. Laura carefully sat down
and almost came as the nylon body suit dug into her sex
and slid across her clit. "No!" she breathed as she
fought the terrible impulse threatening to engulf her.
She didn't have time for this. She had to get to the
mall before Missy and Doris returned home.
But as Laura got up, the nylon of her crotch band ran
across her love button again. She cried, "No! Oh, no!"
as her sex exploded. Laura just had time to lift her
skirt out of the way, fall back onto the couch and watch
helplessly as her vaginal juices soaked the white nylon,
turning it completely transparent.
Laura wanted to cry. Why was this happening more and
more? She used to have control of her body, but now
anything set it off. Laura sat and quietly sniffed as
her secretions soaked a wider and wider spot in the
stocking. "God, why me?"
Laura sat motionless for ten minutes until her body
calmed down. Then she walked slowly into the
bathroom, and grabbed a washcloth and began to wash off
the embarrassment. Carefully Laura dabbed the cloth,
trying not to set off the firecracker that was now always
lit between her legs.
At least she'd been lucky this time. She'd only cum
once. Over the last few weeks one orgasm was quickly
followed by another and still another. That would surly
have ruined everything she was wearing. All she had to
do now was wait and let herself dry, then she could go to
the mall and not disappoint Mrs. Manchester. Laura could
just see the woman, now standing with her hands on her
hips, with that terrible look on her face. Oh, how she
hated to disappoint Doris.
Finally after fifteen minutes of careful fanning, she was
dry enough to go. Laura was more careful this time. As
she set off for her car Laura walked very slowly, so as
not to rub, or jiggle anything that would set her off
again.
"Just one day at a time."
Laura took a deep breath to calm herself, then walked out
the door. After looking around to make sure no one was
watching, she wiggled down the walk. It was
rather slow going. "Damn these heels!"
As she neared the street she realized that last night she
had parked in the garage after all. "Damn!"
As she turned to go up the driveway, Laura saw the same
old man watching her. He had stopped his bicycle across
the street. She slowed her pace and deliberately bounced
up and down a few times on her toes, as if she were just
limbering up, so that her breasts jiggled enticingly
under the material. She caught him staring with his
mouth hanging open out of the corner of her left eye and
she smiled. She had always loved doing that! Laura felt
like she was a carefree student again, with every male
her pawn. She turned and slowly undulated her way up the
drive toward the garage, acutely conscious of how the
tight material seemed to caress her body every time she
moved. It was delicious! She could only hope that the
old man enjoyed watching it as much as she did doing it.
Laura pushed the button beside the garage door and it
slowly opened. She knew her latest game was over, with
yet another famous victory for her, and she became
impatient to get going on her true errand. She ducked
under the rising door, not concerned of what she might
briefly be showing under the short, tight skirt as she
bent over to walk under the garage door, and went to her
car. Without thinking, she opened the car door and
quickly dropped onto the driver's seat. Even before she
could shut the door, the rubbing of her tight crotch-band
on the swollen lips of her labia almost made her climax
again!
"Oh, no!" she gasped in surprise. She closed her eyes
for a moment and took several deep breaths as she tried
desperately to regain control of herself. Laura couldn't
believe it. She had almost done it a second time! What
was she thinking? She almost lost it, right in her car!
Oh, God! She had been practically masturbating directly
in front of that poor old man.
What was this strange obsession she had lately concerning
sex? It was all she wanted to think about. It was all
she wanted to do. She had to get a grip on her emotions.
It was time for her to calm down! Responsible people
just didn't behave like this!
Finally, when her wildly beating heart had slowed, Laura
felt able to leave and started her car. She still
couldn't believe what she had just done. "Why on earth
did I do that?" she asked as she shook her head in
disbelief. It was crazy, teasing a perfect stranger like
that.
She backed down the driveway, hoping to see the old man
and perhaps apologize to him for her terrible behavior,
but he had gone. She pulled into the deserted street and
drove off. She still couldn't believe what she had just
done. That wasn't supposed to happen any more. She was
past all her teasing, damn it! Yet, she had not only
just deliberately done so, she had enjoyed it too.
As she turned the corner and headed out of the old
development, she felt terrible at her body's reaction to
what she just done. Why did just the thought of teasing
that old man make her nipples tingle so much she felt
sparks in her brain every time they rubbed on the body
stocking?
She turned onto the short cut to the new mall. She was
so worked up over what had just happened, she had almost
missed the turn. She had to cut in front of another car
in order for her to make it, and almost caused an
accident in the process. Not good! She had to keep her
mind on her driving, but the tight material of the
crotch-band dug deeply into her wildly tingling sex and
was driving her mad! It was so distracting, she could
barely concentrate. She tried to keep from moving on the
seat, but the road was in poor condition, and whenever
she hit a bump, Laura would have to fight madly to keep
from climaxing!
In a short time Laura was driving through deserted fields
mixed with heavily wooded areas. Normally she enjoyed
the sight of the untouched land, but today she barely
gave it a glance.
What was happening to her? She had never been like this.
Her life had gotten completely out of control. How
quickly she had reverted to her old ways of behavior.
Teasing, teasing, always teasing! No, it was worse then
that. Her teasing before had always been so calculated,
so refined. She had never been so obvious, so blatant!
She had never desired any of the women around her then,
either. Now she actually hungered for her own beautiful
students, all of them so ripe, so ready, so there.
Missy, Joan, all of them! She wanted to saver them all!
What was happening to her? What in hell was happening?
"I'm in control!" she yelled. "I'm in complete control!"
But as she drove, Laura found her mind drifting down
between her legs and savoring the fantastic sensations of
her tingling sex being pressed so relentlessly by the
tight material. She had to relieve the pressure of the
material or she never make it!
Laura quickly looked around to make sure no one could see
what she was about to do, but she was alone on the road.
She dropped her right hand between her legs, and tried to
pull away the crotch band, but the skirt was so tight it
kept her thighs close together and she could merely
pluck at the offending garment without being able to
reach it properly. The plucking she found soon added to
her sensations!
"Damn!" she cried. "It's not fair!" Now she would have
to get drastic. Holding the steering wheel with her
knees, she swiftly used both hands and, raising her hips,
she hiked the hem of her skirt up to her waist.
"There," she muttered thankfully with anticipated relief
as she looked down. Laura was dismayed at how soaked she
had become, her swollen labia easily visible as it
strained against the wet material, but at least now she
should be able to reach everything without any problem.
She looked up and saw the car was veering across the two-
lane road.
"No!" she screamed in terror. An accident was the last
thing she needed right now. She returned her hands to
the steering wheel and sat firmly down. Laura didn't
remember until it was too late that the seat cushion
would now have direct contact on her vulva.
"OH MY!" she gasped in shock as delicious waves of pure
pleasure radiated from her over-stimulated sex. She was
just able to return the car to its correct lane. Laura
knew she must stop somewhere to find relief, but she was
passing in and out of wooded sections and there was no
room along the side of the road to do so.
She just couldn't take it any longer! Her right hand
went back between her thighs, but instead of pulling the
material away she pressed it against her heated sex.
"Oohh," Laura helplessly moaned. It felt so good! She
began to rub her hand in slight motions against her
vulva.
"Just a little, OK, God?" she begged. "That can't be
bad, can it? Just a little?"
It's only that she felt so sexy right now. Everything
that happened lately just served to excite her more and
more. She was still in control, of course. Always in
control. She spread her thighs father apart and began to
move her hand faster.
Total strangers would use her body and she could only
think of it as thrilling. She didn't know what to do.
She was always so excited, so turned on anymore it left
her absolutely breathless!
"Help me somebody! Please!"
Laura kept her hand between her legs, except when she had
to change gears. Then she would grunt her impatience as
she would smash through the gears in her haste to resume.
Her shaking fingers occasionally ran over her harden
clitoris until her heart was about to explode.
The world dissolved outside her windshield. Laura's
pulse quickened even more when the nude forms of her
beloved Missy and her formidable mother floated in front
of her. She had never realized how beautiful they both
were naked before, and how much alike. She tried to
remember when she had seen them like that, and then it
came to her. They were often nude with her, helping her
in the shower, tucking her in at night, always doing
marvelous family things. What a fine family she now had!
Laura's old family had never helped her, especially with
her clothes the way these two were always doing.
Her new family floated into the car and fastened their
mouths onto her tender breasts. Oh, yes! This seemed
delightfully familiar too.
Ellen now appeared floating outside the windshield. She
had her dress pulled over her head, of course, but Laura
knew she would recognize that long, shaved body anywhere.
"My first," she grunted happily as her hand worked faster
and faster. "My first."
Ellen floated into the car and wrapped her thighs around
Laura's waist, with the girl's hairless pussy pressed
fully against her semi-nude midriff.
Saint Joan appeared next, looking succulent and innocent
in her favorite pink. Laura wanted this one. She wanted
her very badly! She watched intently as Joan demurely
unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled down the front zipper.
At the thought of what delightful secrets she was about
to see, Laura climaxed.
"Yes!" she cried happily as the orgasm consumed her
totally. "Yes!"
It was then that something big started very quickly to
emerge from Joan's crotch.
"NO! NOT THAT!" gasped a still spasming Laura in horror
as the thing grew and grew, until it hid Joan completely.
"What the fuck?" she panted in surprise. It wasn't what
she had first thought at all. This thing had bark and
bare branches all over it.
"Shit! It's a fucking tree!" yelled Laura. Her nude
phantoms dissolved and the world reappeared. The car was
off the road and driving through the woods directly
towards a very large tree! She desperately turned the
wheel and tried to remember where she had left the break
pedal. Before she realized it, she lost control of her
car. It skidded past the tree and went straight into a
shallow ditch.
In a cloud of leaves Laura slammed to a halt. It took
several minutes for her to calm down, from both her
orgasm and her near miss.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" She couldn't believe what
she had just done. She could have been killed!
Laura tried to back her car out of the ditch, but all she
did was to dig the tires deep into the soft soil. "Damn
it!" Now she'd have to find help wearing this ridiculous
outfit. It troubled her that, even after almost wrecking
her car, she was still able to find the thought was
thrilling somehow. Her nipples hardened, and her still
slightly throbbing pussy grew even warmer just thinking
of the looks she would get when someone spotted her.
"What are you becoming?" she moaned, then looked down to
see her breasts and nipples swelling as a sign of her
appalling feelings of excitement.
Why? Why did this keep happening to her? Laura started
to cry. Was she that far gone? Had all the fine help
the Manchester's had given her these past weeks been in
vain? This shouldn't be happening to her. But
everything always seemed to get out of control now.
The vivid hallucination Laura had that morning about
Missy touching her in the bathroom. How silly! Yet it
had seemed so real that she was ashamed. Ashamed at how
it affected her. That kid could make her feel so
deliciously naughty, it was as if the girl could reach
down into her very soul. Even if it was just a very
vivid dream. It was just that Missy's touch, even the very
clothes the teenager gave her to wear, always set her
body on fire. She couldn't explain it. Now she wanted
to carry that fire to others. Let others see her, be
touched by her, be excited by her.
"My God!" she gasped. Right now she wanted to excite the
whole world! Especially the women, the lovely women that
surrounded her and had become so much a part of her life
lately. Young or old, it did not matter. She wanted the
women, desperately! Laura clenched her thighs as she
fought against the sudden desire to touch herself between
them yet again. She pounded the steering wheel with her
fists in her frustration and anguish. It was crazy, it
was all so crazy.
Trying to escape the fierce longing which threatened to
consume her, Laura opened the door and leapt from the
car. Sobbing, she stumbled up the steep bare slope but
quickly fell to her knees as her impractical pumps dug
into the soft, black earth. Digging her hands into the
rich soil, Laura pulled herself up the short, steep slope
while walking on her knees. At the top she paused and,
tears flowing freely down her face, looked back at the
car in the ditch. The front wheels were buried up to the
axle. It was hopeless! She had to find help.
She thought of going back down to close the door and lock
up, but then she caught sight of a small damp spot in the
center of the driver's seat and she could not endure the
thought of having to go near it.
"Oh, God! No!" she sobbed. Her disgrace was complete.
She had wet the car again!
Unable to face the physical evidence of her own
uncontrollable nature, Laura stood up and turned her back
on the car. She carefully brushed the dirt from her
clothes and cleaned off her shoes. She looked around to
make sure there was no one around, then removed her
abbreviated top and used the inside to wipe off her face.
Satisfied with the result, she put the top back on and
pulled it down as far as it would go.
All she needed was to give her hair a quick combing, and
a final look-over using the brush and mirror she always
kept in her purse.
Her purse!
"Oh, no!" Laura remembered she had left it in the car.
The thought of having to work her way down that tricky
slope, then come back up again was too much. Still, she
couldn't just leave it there. It contained all her
identification and money. She turned to start down the
slope, then stopped. The wet spot on the seat was still
there, mocking her, visual proof of her sluttish
behavior. Touching herself in the car! Making herself
climax! It wasn't her fault! She didn't mean for that
to happen!
"It's not my fault!" she cried, but there was no answer.
She looked again at her things in the open car. "To hell
with it. I don't need them anyway."
She turned to where she was sure was the location of the
road and walked swiftly away, determined to get as far
from the scene of her latest failure as quickly as
possible.
"Five minutes," she said confidently. "I'll get some
help and be back in five minutes."
She walked for twenty minutes, but the road wasn't there!
What the hell happened to it? She couldn't have been off
the damn thing that long, could she? Laura next tried to
find her tire tracks, but the thick carpet of fall leaves
had already covered her car's path. She turned to go
back the way she came, but here in the woods everything
looked the same and after a short time she realized that
she was totally lost.
"Oh, no!" she groaned. Now she couldn't even find where
she left the car.
"That's just great!" she shouted in fury, kicking the
leaves. "Just fucking great!"
Night was falling fast, and she was lost in the woods.
Laura headed to where the trees looked thinnest in the
growing twilight. If the road was anywhere around here,
that was the most likely spot.
"Well," she laughed, as she thought about the absurdity
of her current predicament. "At least there's one good
thing. This can't get any worse."
*****
It was long past sunset and Laura still had not found the
road. She was thankful that at least there was a full
moon, and she could see where she was going. But her
clothes were not intended for cross-country walking and
she was finding it very hard to cover any sort of
distance at all.
Her heels were terrible! It was a constant effort to
maintain her balance. She would teeter back and forth
and almost fall.
"Damn these shoes!"
Laura thought about taking them off, but underneath the
fall carpet of leaves who knew what the ground was like?
It was probably littered with pine needles and sharp
stones, all just waiting to stick into her tender feet.
This was not the Manchester's well-manicured lawn, where
it was a pleasure to go without shoes. She was not much
of a bare-foot person anyway, so going shoeless was out
of the question for her.
As if that weren't trouble enough, her clothes wouldn't
leave her alone. Her taut body stocking kept rubbing her
and rubbing her under the tight skirt and top until her
body felt electrified! She thought about taking off that
as well, but the top and skirt were just too short to be
outside without anything on underneath, not to mention
the fact that the night air was getting a bit chilly.
Some day she must explain to Missy that, while they were
family, they were not built the same. Not at all!
These clothes had been a bit fun in the beginning, she
had to admit. It had been like an invisible lover was
constantly caressing her in public, and no one knew what
was going on except her. But it was becoming too much to
endure. Her body was in a constant simmer and she was
powerless to calm it down. Just how much could a girl be
expected to take, anyway?
It was God, of course. She was being punished for her
sins. Here she was, lost in the country while dressed in
an outfit that was out of some cheap adult movie.
"OK, God. I get the message," she said. She was not
really sure just what that message was at this point, but
she was willing to try anything to get out of this.
She only knew she had to put a stop to it before she was
really caught. Laura knew she had been lucky so far.
She was so dazed and confused at the moment she wasn't
really sure what had to stop, but she knew something did.
Her job and perhaps her very life were at stake if she
not regain control of her life! Well! It was going to
stop today, as soon as she saw Missy and Doris again!
"Yes, it is," Laura mumbled under her breath. "This has
got to stop." She was sure that they of all people would
understand.
It was truly insane. All of this walking was making her
nipples harden, and her pussy grow wet. She crossed her
arms tightly over her chest to stop her swollen breasts
from aching in their loneliness to be touched.
"Not now!" she pleaded. She still had a long way to go,
and that was just to find help.
"OOF!" Laura found herself bent on her stomach
completely over the top of a split-rail fence. "Oh,
great. What idiot put this here?"
She looked up and saw in the moon-light that, beyond the
fence, the leaves had been cleared away and there were
picnic tables.
"Yes!" she cried in glee. "Silver Lake Park! It must
be!"
At last she knew where she was. Even better, there was a
phone at the park entrance she could use. She had to be
careful though. The park was a favorite night spot on
weekends for post-football game couples looking for a
little privacy. Nature groups also were known to visit
at night to study the park's protected wildlife. Even
her Astronomy Club was planning a night field trip here
in October to do a little star-gazing before winter
really began.
It was then she realized just how exhausted and light-
headed she was. After tripping around the woods for God-
knew how many hours, she was extremely tired and foot-
sore, not to mention freezing. She never realized that
the woods could become so cold at night. She'd had neither
food nor drink all day, and she was absolutely ravenous!
Her body stocking had been incessantly pressing and
rubbing her secret flesh, now swollen and hyper-
sensitive, for so long that Laura was ready to start
screaming in her need for relief!
Laura knew she had reached the end of her endurance.
She could reach the park entrance, and that was all.
Laughing at the happy thought that her ordeal was almost
at an end, Laura pulled herself off the fence, then
climbed in-between the rails and entered the park. Just
to be sure she was not seen, she quickly went from tree
to tree, hiding behind each one and looking to see if
anyone was near. God! How ridiculous she must look
wearing these clothes out in the woods!
"At least the place looks deserted tonight," Laura
mumbled, as she ran behind the next tree. "Probably it's
just too cool any more."
Well, that was all right by her. The last thing she
wanted right now was for anyone to see her like this. It
was just too absurd. Even so, she continued hiding
behind each tree just to make sure no one would see her.
But it was getting late, the moon had finally set, and it
was becoming colder all the time. It was time to move!
When she arrived at a large clearing, she decided to move
fast across it instead of using the protection of the
wood and taking forever to reach the part entrance. It
was plainly obvious there was no one around who might
possibly bother her.
"OK, it's time," Laura whispered. She was almost home!
Taking a deep breath, she walked rapidly across the
clearing. But as she reached a hill near the center she
heard voices coming from all directions. They sounded
like they were coming right toward her!
"It was a deer!"
"No, it wasn't"
"Yes it was! It came out of the woods and ran this way!"
"No, this way!"
"Oh, no!" Laura muttered. "What lunatics would be here
at this time of night?"
She stopped on top of the hill and made out figures in
the darkness coming directly towards her from all
directions. Laura couldn't understand how they could
see her until she looked down. Even in the full star-
light, the exposed areas of her white body stocking were
glowing faintly.
"Shit," she said as the dim figures were almost upon her.
From now on, she was going to tell Missy nothing but
black underwear.
There was something very familiar about those voices, and
then she remembered: scouts! These were some of the
voices she heard at the unexpected scout convention held
at the Manchester home last night.
"Great!" she groaned. "This is all I need right now."
Well, wait a minute. What was she getting so worked up
about? Where there are scouts, there must be a scout
master, and that meant a ride. OK, then. Still, she
crossed her arms protectively over her chest as they
approached her. They seemed to be fascinated by her
breasts and they still tingled from what the girls did so
freely to them last night.
Six figures stopped dead in their tracks when they had
her completely surrounded. "H-hello, there" Laura began
nervously. "Where's your..."
The beams of six powerful flashlights sprang out and
totally blinded her!
Panicking, Laura turned to run, but the ground on the
hill was much softer then she expected. Her heels sunk
deep into the damp grass, and, arms flailing, the poorly
balanced Laura fell face first to the ground. Her arms
shot out in front of her to break her fall, which cause
her tiny top to spring up over both her breasts, but
there was nothing she could do about it.
"Aaaahh!" she cried as she went helplessly down the steep
slope, sliding swiftly over the dew-covered grass. Laura
could feel the body stocking as it soaked up the cold
dew. She could only pray that the water wouldn't turn it
completely transparent. She finally came to rest at the
bottom of the hill, soaked to the skin, where she was
quickly surrounded once again.
With wide eyes one said, "It's not a deer, it's a woman!
I told you."
"I still don't believe it," another scout said as the six
stepped forward.
Laura rolled over and just sat up, too shocked and
blinded to move as they drew closer. Trapped in six
beams of light with a circle of young girls walking
toward her, the shivering Laura could do nothing.
"Isn't that the naked lady from Mrs. Manchester's house?"
"No, it couldn't be."
"Yeah it is. Remember her big tits?"
Laura couldn't believe what was happening. She never
thought it could get crazier than it was but it did. She
was once again the center of attraction for these girls.
She must be going insane, that the only rational
explanation. They couldn't really be there. It was just
a bad dream!
The fall must have affected her skirt because when she
stood up on very shaky legs she suddenly felt it slide
down and puddle at her feet. Great! Now it decided not
to be tight any more!
But she couldn't move to put it back on! The blinding
lights had her paralyzed, the beams were so intense in
the darkness. Laura was shamefully aware that her now
wet nylon body stocking probably hid nothing at all from
the six children, but she was unable to do anything about
it! She couldn't even move to pull her short top down!
"I wonder why she's wearing that stuff?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's just a slut like Mrs. Wolf
said she was."
"No, she's not, she just one of those people who like to
be looked at. You know, an ex..., an ex..., an..."
"An exhibitionist?"
"Yeah, that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. I've heard about them. They love
to be stared at. My mom calls my older sister that all
the time."
"No way."
"Sure they do. Look at her. You can see everything!"
Laura looked down and saw that she was indeed naked in
the bright light. Oh God! She looked like a female
anatomy lesson! This was all that damn Missy's fault.
She was ruined!
"She sure does have big tits."
"Not really. My sister is bigger than her."
"No way!"
Laura couldn't believe what she was hearing. Why
couldn't she run? She felt like a tree rooted to the
ground as the girls stepped closer.
"Yeah maybe, but hers aren't real and this lady's are."
"How did you know my sister's boobs were fake?"
"Duh! My dad did them this summer, remember?"
"Sorry, I forgot."
"I'll bet hers are fake too."
"No, they're not."
"And how do you know?"
"What are you, a dork today? I got to touch them at Mrs.
Manchester's house."
Two of the other girls laughed and said they did too, and
that they felt real to them.
"You can't tell by just touching them. You have to
really squeeze them."
"No, you don't."
"Yes you do. Here, I'll show you they're not real."
"And how are you going to do that?"
"I'm going to touch them myself."
Laura had stood there and listened to the whole thing and
couldn't believe it was actually going to happen. The
oldest of the group stepped in front of her and grabbed
both breasts and squeezed.
"Oh!" she gasped helplessly. Her nipples sprang to life
in the girl's little hands and her breasts swelled under the
touch.
"Please, don't," Laura moaned, but she still found it
impossible to move. The lights were paralyzing her!
The girl in front of her had a determined look on her
face as she pinched and rolled the nipples, then squeezed
the proud breasts again. "Maybe you're right. They are
nice and soft."
"I never got to touch them the other day. So can I do it
now?" one of the girls asked.
"Sure, why not. They do feel kind of neat. But we need
to get this out of the way," the girl said, and suddenly
grabbed Laura's top and started to pull it up. The
startled Laura found herself bending over from the effort
of several girls tugging on her T-shirt until they were
able to pull it over her head. She could only watch
horrified as it was thrown into the surrounding darkness.
Before Laura could even stand and voice a protest, a girl
stepped close behind her, leaned over her bent back and
grabbed her dangling left breast. She squeezed and
squeezed until Laura felt her eyes crossing, it felt so
fantastic. Another girl stepped up and the two stood on
either side of her. Each had a firm breast in their
hands and squeezed.
This couldn't be happening! This all had to be a dream.
Laura legs grew too weak to stand and she slumped to her
hands and knees, but the eager hands followed, never
leaving her throbbing breasts. Her sex was positively
pulsating from the wonderful sensations coming from her
abused chest.
"Please let it be a dream," she moaned.
She tried to crawl away, but soon all the girls were on
her vulnerable body like a school of piranha at feeding
time! There were six sets of hands now moving everywhere
on her body. The scouts giggled as their hands found her
breasts, tummy, legs, buttocks, and even touched her
pulsating, dripping sex! The feeling was quickly
becoming too much. Gasping for air, Laura stopped
moving. She could feel the exquisite pressure building
within her loins. If they didn't stop soon, she wouldn't
be able to control it! Oh, God! These girls, these
young girls would make her...make her cum! How
humiliating!
"Please, stop!" she groaned, but under all their hands
she found herself helpless to do anything more.
Suddenly Laura heard another voice, an adult voice coming
from somewhere in the surrounding darkness. Thank God!
She was saved! Yet this voice sounded oddly familiar as
well. No, it couldn't be! Please, God, anyone but her!
Squinting in the bright light, Laura saw the unmistakable
silhouette of her worse nightmare, Bertha Wolf!
"You! Don't you have any shame?" the stout woman barked
as she stormed towards them.
"Girls!" Bertha ordered. "Turn off those lights and come
over here. Now!"
All six lights became dark and the girls moved in a
single body over to Mrs. Wolf.
"I... Please... It... Well... It was..." Laura stammered. She
tried to think of a logical reason what she was doing out
in the woods semi-exposed with a group of young scouts
touching her.
"Oh, hell," Laura said, suddenly resigned to her fate.
"Never mind. Just arrest me and get it over with."
"You sorority girls are all the same. You don't care who
is watching. All you what to do it run around naked,"
Bertha spat back.
"Now wait a minute!" Laura protested. "It's not true!
I'm not at all..." Her voice caught in her throat when she
remembered what she had looked like in the light. She
couldn't be any more naked then if she actually stripped.
There was nothing of hers that couldn't be seen!
"Well, it certainly looks true to me!"
"But, I..." Tears welled up in Laura's eyes as Mrs. Wolf
neared her. She could say nothing in her defense that
would make it sound like this was all perfectly normal.
"Well, what's the reason then, you sorority slut?"
Laura was defeated once again by this middle-aged woman
who was standing imperiously directly in front of her.
Her mind still reeling from her near-climax, she was just
too tired, too cold and too hungry to care any more.
"I have none," she said dully. "Arrest me." At least in
jail she could get dried off and possibly have something
warm to eat.
"I thought not. You should be ashamed running around
like that, especially in front of these innocent girls."
All six innocent girls giggled wildly.
"Quiet," Bertha whispered.
All six immediately fell silent.
Laura looked up at the multitude of cold stars. How
beautiful they were out here. She knew everyone was
staring at her, but what could she do? She should have
felt terribly ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed, and did,
but the eyes looking at her in the star-filled darkness
made her whole body begin to tingle again. Her body was
telling her something, something important. It was
telling her that she wanted to be seen, to be touched, to
be ever so deliciously used, but she refused to believe
it. She did not want to feel like some sorority slut,
only existing in life for her own pleasures and desires.
"God, help me," Laura mumbled as she continued to watch
the heavens.
"God herself will not help you, slut!"
Laura sat back on her knees, then lowered her forehead
until it rested on the cool, wet grass. She wrapped her
arms around her head and began to cry. It was the only
thing she could do.
"Ha!" snorted Bertha Wolf. "College girls!"
"What do we have here?"
Laura's heart jumped to her throat when she heard
another voice, one full of practiced authority. It must
be a park ranger or something. My God! For a supposedly
deserted park there sure were a lot of people running
around here tonight.
"Th-thank God you're here!" Laura said gratefully as she
sat up. She wiped her tears away while she tried to
think of a plausible story which would explain all of
this.
"Well, what?"
The six flashlights came on again. Three focused on two
women and the other three pointed at her. Quickly she
stood up with her hands and arms trying to cover her
semi-nude body. With the light Laura was able to see the
for the first time there were two female police officers!
Oh God! At last she was safe!
They were cops, but they weren't like most cops she had
seen. They were both tall, about 5' 10" and perfectly
muscled, both around 22, and almost mirror images of each
other. Both had long red hair pulled back into ponytails
trailing out from behind their hats. Both were very
pretty, with button noses, and beautiful green eyes.
Both uniforms fit tight in all the right places, showing
off their large breasts. Their behinds seemed to bubbled
outward in a manner Laura found to be, even now, very
sexy. She could have sworn they were sisters, possibly
even twins, but their name tags attested over their
prominent right breasts otherwise: Christina McPherson
and Sally Kelly.
"I..." Laura tried to explain but couldn't find the words.
All she could do was try and cover up and look at the two
policewomen who were staring openly at her. This was it.
She was caught, and now she'd really spend a good part of
her life behind bars!
"Officers, thank God you're here!" said Bertha. "We
found this girl running through the woods half naked. I
want her arrested this very minute."
They both looked at each other. Christina said softly,
"Oh, come on. This has to be a joke."
"Is that right?" asked Sally. "Mrs....?"
"Don't you know who I am?" said an astonished Bertha.
"No, should we?"
"I'm Bertha Wolf, head of the Sapporo Housing
Development's neighborhood watch."
Laura noticed the officers seemed to become very
uncomfortable at that. My God! She scared even them!
"I'm sorry Mrs. Wolf,' said Christina contritely. "I
didn't know it was you. Please forgive us."
"I haven't seen you two before so I'll over look it this
time. Now arrest the slut this instant!"
"All right," agreed Sally. "But do you think you should
be letting the kids here stare at a woman dressed like
that?"
Bertha turned and looked at the girls huddled
together staring at Laura shapely semi-exposed body in
the harsh light.
"Girls, stop looking and let's go. You shouldn't be
seeing this." Before Bertha moved she walked over and
whispered harshly to the frightened Laura, "I'm not
through with you, slut. I'll find you again and teach
you the lesson you so clearly deserve. Next time I'll
have my devices!"
With that Mrs. Wolf turned and herded the girls from the
clearing.
Teach her a lesson? About what? Laura was too tired and
cold to worry about anything any more. She just wanted
to get home.
"What a head-case!" exclaimed Christina as she watched
the moving pool of light make its way to the park
entrance.
"No kidding," said Sally. She turned to look at Laura.
"I still think she's one of those sorority chicks."
"Yeah, me too. What other reason could there be?"
"None that I can think of."
"I bet she's one of those rich Delta girls pulling a
prank," Christina said. "I really hate those guys. Real
snobs, you know."
"Yeah, I know. I'll bet she is at that, Chrissy," Sally
answered, never taking her eyes off the shapely woman
standing only a few feet in front of her.
The shivering Laura's nipples hardened once again as she
quietly watched the two staring at her. What were they
waiting for, anyway? Why didn't they do anything?
"I'll bet you're from the local college. Is that right?"
Chrissy asked.
"I-I'm not from a-any college," Laura replied nervously.
"I'm a...an executive secretary."
"Is that right? You look like you're from one of those
sororities to me. Isn't that right?" Chrissy questioned.
"I'm not with any sorority! Really! I'm..., well... It's a
long story." Laura could not think of anything to say
that wouldn't sound absolutely ridiculous. She couldn't
tell them what really happened. Laura didn't believe it
herself. Ruined is what she'd be, if it ever got out she
was a teacher at New Berlin High School. Ruined! Better
to go along with whatever they wanted to believe, and
just hide the truth.
"Well, are you?" Chrissy asked.
"Yes, I am," Laura answered eagerly. "I broke some rules
at the sorority and this was my punishment."
That should be the end of it. Now maybe they'd get her
something to wear, or just take her home. Standing in
just her white nylon body stocking made her feel so
naked. Besides, this wet thing was freezing!
"Just as I thought. You kids are always trying to waste
our time," Chrissy snapped.
Laura couldn't help but laugh. 'You kids,' indeed! They
couldn't be all that much older than she was.
"And what's so funny?" Chrissy asked, anger creeping
into her voice.
"Nothing, officer. It's just being... And you're so...so..."
Laura couldn't even get the words out. It was like some
bad dream. The more she tried to clear things up, the
worse it became!
"That's enough!" Sally shouted. "We are police officers,
not your snotty sorority friends!"
The words finally struck home. Laura suddenly became
quiet and stared at the two. Oh, God! Now what did she
do wrong?
"You being dressed as you are, I believe you're probably
intoxicated. I think we should do a test to check,"
Chrissy said.
"Drunk! I'm not drunk!" Laura squealed in outrage.
"I think you are! What other reason could you have for
running around like this," Chrissy asked. She reached
out and ran her right index finger from Laura's right
thigh to her hip then up to Laura's breasts and then gave
Laura's right nipple a little tug.
"Oh! Stop that!" Laura squawked, as she reached up to
protect herself from Chrissy's hand.
"Put your hands down and stand still," Chrissy snapped,
slapping Laura's hands away. She gave the nipple another
twist. This time Laura stood still as a warm filling
sensation spread through her breast.
"Now if you would please close your eyes and arms at your
sides. OK, that better. Now hold your right arm
straight out beside you. That's right. Point your index
finger, and bring it up and touch your nose," Chrissy
said.
"You're kidding, right?" a perplexed Laura asked. She
looked at Chrissy. "Why are we doing this? I don't even
have a car!"
"Close your eyes and assume the position!" barked Sally.
"Yes, ma'am!"
Christina gave Laura's nipple another little twist.
Laura couldn't help but squeal in protest as the nipple
hardened, but she kept her eyes closed and her hands at
her sides so as to hurry along this embarrassment before
someone else found her.
"Oh! Could you please get me something to wear first?"
Laura asked while still trying to keep herself as still
as possible. But someone was now tracing the outline of
her left breast through the stretchy white material, then
rolled her erect nipple in their fingers. It all began
to make Laura's head spin.
"I don't think so," Sally replied. "You might just think
of running off if we did. This way, if you decided to
make a break for it, we'll be able to spot you anywhere
wearing that real cute outfit of yours."
Someone gave her right nipple the same twist that was
being given to her left.
"Please stop that," Laura groaned as she could feel the
heat swelling in her tender breasts.
"Be quiet or we might just have to cuff you," Sally shot
back.
Her sensitive nipples were rolled between fingers until
they became very hard.
"Now put your right arm out, then touch your nose."
The word 'cuff' brought back the nightmare outside the
Manchester's home when the Dragon Lady found her naked in
the van. That was one of the most humiliating things
that had ever happened to her. She had cum from the Wolf
woman just using disinfectant on her. Then trying to
escape her embarrassment she'd ended up stuck naked
hanging out of a window. She had been caught and even
touched by a group of Girls Scouts! No, she'd never try
to run again from authority. Not ever!
Laura sighed and did exactly what the two surprisingly
lovely officers had asked her to do. Better just do it
and get it over with, then she could quickly prove that
this drinking charge was completely unfounded. Maybe
then they would take her home, before anyone else should
wander by and see her. The way the traffic was here
tonight you would think someone was at the front gate
selling tickets or something!
Laura could hear the two whispering as she put her hand
out then pointed her finger. She could feel their eyes
watching, almost burning holes into her body stocking.
Why were they so interested in her? Her breasts swelled
as the two continued to tease her nipples and her
sex began to tingle. Not again, please! But it
was happening and she couldn't stop it. Being almost
naked in the open with two policewomen (well, girls
really) watching her was making her hot!
"We could get into serious trouble if we're caught, you
know," Sally muttered quietly.
"Not out here. Besides, look at her. She's really
something, don't you think?" Chrissy replied in an
excited murmur.
"God, Chrissy. You're so dirty," Sally whispered.
Laura's breasts jiggled slightly as both nipples were
pulled outward, stretching her vulnerable, aching breasts
into large pointed cones. What this all had to do with
alcohol testing she just couldn't imagine! Well, they
would know what they were doing. But the hands at her
breasts were incredibly distracting, and once when she
brought her finger up to touch her nose, she missed!
"So! You are drunk!" Chrissy exclaimed.
Both of Laura's nipples received one more pull, then were
released. Her breasts fell back to her chest, pressed
somewhat flat by the white nylon with the nipples
invitingly hard.
"No! That's not true!" Laura protested, looking at her
accusers. "You were...you were touching me, and..."
Laura saw a swift guilty look pass between the two. What
was going on here, anyway?
Chrissy quickly said, "It's just part of the test. If
you weren't drunk, you'd be able to ignore it and touch
your nose."
"Yes, that right," Sally added.
"You can't be...serious about all this!"
Laura mind was too jumbled to think straight. Maybe it
was part of the test. She wished her breasts would stop
glowing, they felt so warm. God! What did they do to
her?
"Well, the test showed you are indeed intoxicated, miss,"
Chrissy stated formally. "People can pass this test with
ease when they are truly sober."
The sudden words brought Laura back down to earth. "I'm
not drunk, really. Please let me do it again," she
begged. Visions of her name and picture on the front
paper of the newspaper flashed before her eyes.
LOCAL HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER FOUND NUDE AND DRUNK BY TWO
POLICE OFFICERS IN SILVER LAKE PARK!
"Oh, Please! Please let me!"
Chrissy smiled wickedly and looked over at her partner.
"What do you think, Sally? Should we give her another
chance?"
Laura noticed another knowing look pass between the two.
"Why not," said Sally. "But this time we need to add the
sure-fire clincher to the test, don't you think?"
"Right. OK, Miss. Here is one of the absolute ways to
find out if a person is drunk or not. We're going to do
the test again, but this time I want you to stand on one
foot and hop up and down while you're doing it."
"What!?" Laura couldn't see why they would do
anything like that.
"You heard me. Do it, or we'll take you downtown right
now," Chrissy ordered.
"No! Don't do that. There's no need. I'll...I'll do it,"
Laura whimpered.
She closed her eyes and put her arm out then got up on
one foot. Slowly she brought her finger up and touched
her nose as she hopped ever so slightly on her toes so
her sharp heels wouldn't sink into the soil.
"See! I told you I wasn't drunk. Now could you please
get me something to wear?"
"You need to hop much higher than that. And I think we
should add one more thing to the test."
What could they possibly add?
Laura heard a stifled giggle as she began to hop higher
while touching her nose. She felt lips being locked onto
her and began to suck and tease the nipples with their
tongues. The shock of the unexpected contact caused
Laura to miss her face completely and she staggered
backwards, to finally fall onto the soft forest floor as
her heels sank into the soft ground.
"OOF!" gasped a winded Laura. It took her a few moments
to get her breath back after her fall while the officers
stood silently watching her.
"What are..." Laura tried to protest when she was finally
able to sit up, but was immediately cut off.
"Who said you could stop?" Chrissy said angrily. "Now
get up and lets do this right. I said 'Now'!"
"Yes, ma'am," Laura said meekly as she struggled to her
feet. Damn these shoes! "Anything you say, officer."
If this wasn't over soon, she'd humiliate herself again
by... She didn't want to think of the feelings that had
spread down between her legs. Laura got up, closed her
eyes and began to hop on her toes once again.
"Don't use both feet! Hop up and down, first one foot
and then the other," Sally ordered.
"I..." Laura started to protest, but again thought of the
headlines. So she took a deep breath and started
hopping, not quite as high as she had before. She needed
to be careful, otherwise those stupid heels of hers would
make her fall again!
Back and forth she went popping and touching her nose.
Her proud, high-set breasts bounced and shook like two
big sexy bowls of gelatin, despite being held tightly by
the body stocking. They even banged together sometimes!
Laura was humiliated, but there was nothing she could
about it! Absolutely nothing! She had to pass this
test! Her nipples hardened outrageously, and were
generating electric sparks as they freely rubbed on the
tight nylon.
"Now say, 'Sally sells sea shells by the seashore,' over
and over while you're hopping," Chrissy ordered.
Laura's concentration fled as two sets of lips fastened
themselves once again on her bouncing breasts and started
to gleefully suck on her defenseless nipples.
This was truly ridiculous. But she had to pass, so
Laura began to say, "Sally sells..."
Suddenly Laura felt the spark between her legs begin to
grow into a fire. Not now, please. But after all that
had happened to her earlier with the six girls, and the
way her breasts bounced with each hop, it was happening.
She was getting turned on once again. What was she
turning into? But she couldn't control it, couldn't stop
it! It was driving her mad!
The feeling grew warmer until she felt herself dripping.
Please, not now. But there was nothing she could do.
The feeling was there and it was growing. If only they'd
stop sucking! What kind of test was this? She could
feel her heating sex wet the entire crotch-band of the
body stocking. She began to sweat heavily, it was
becoming just too hot for her inside the tight suit,
especially after having to do all of these bizarre
physical tests.
Oh, God! Please no. She was going to climax, right in
front of them doing this stupid test. Please make it
stop.
"OK, you can stop. You're not drunk. But I think I need
to see if you have any drugs hidden on you."
"Where would I hide them, you idiot!" Laura cried in her
frustration. "I don't even have any pockets!"
"'Idiot,' you say? I'd be very careful if I were you.
I'm no idiot. I think we need to teach you some manners.
What do you think, Sally?"
"Yes, I think a trip down to the station sitting on the
hood of the car would do wonders to teach this sorority
bitch a lesson," Sally replied, her voice sounding oddly
husky.
"No! I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. Please, can't we
just get this over with," Laura begged.
"Well, all right. But any more bitching out of you,
and we go downtown," Chrissy countered.
Laura watched nervously as the two whispered back and
forth.
They both turned back toward Laura.
"If you would take that off, then turn around and put
your hands on your knees, please," Chrissy ordered.
Laura stared at them in disbelief.
"I said take that off and turn around, please," Chrissy
said again.
Laura started to tremble as Chrissy she reached up with
her right hand and pulled the front zipper of the body
stocking slowly down. The sound of the tiny zipper seem
unnaturally loud to her ears in the quiet of the park, as
it moved between her breasts to the end.
Chrissy put a hand on each of the dazed Laura's
shoulders, then pulled the suit slowly down her sides.
Laura didn't know what to do as the policewoman continued
to slowly and deliberately pull on her wet body stocking.
The top hung up for a moment on her swollen breasts, her
erect nipples catching the material. Then her trembling
breasts sprang free and the stocking continued on its
slow, inexorable journey down her quivering body.
Laura couldn't understand why she was so nervous. It
wasn't like she was hiding anything. Her poor body had
been completely on display the entire time they had been
here. Still, the stocking was her only protection and
she was losing it! Losing it!
The stocking had reached her hips, and Laura, shaking
like a leaf, could only hold her breath as Chrissy worked
the stretched material slowly over her pert buttocks and
down past her pubic hair.
Finally it was at her ankles. With three quick moves
Chrissy had a surprised Laura's shoes off, pushed her out
of the stocking, then spun her around and pushed her
shoulders firmly forward until she had to hold herself up
with her hands on her knees, other wise she would crash
head-first into the ground!
Before she could move, Chrissy moved her legs apart.
"Now just stay still, while I see if you have any
concealed drugs," Chrissy said.
"Drugs! Are you crazy!" Laura shouted as she tried to
stand back up. "Where would I be hiding anything?"
"Just stay still or, damn it, I will have Sally cuff
you!" Chrissy snickered. She slapped Laura's right
buttock.
"Ouch! Stop that!" Laura cried in protest, but she
leaned back down again. Oh, God! Please let this end
soon. It was so humiliating being like this. She felt
so helpless and vulnerable!
"Be still, you," Chrissy said again as she reached
forward and ran her hands up Laura's tanned calves,
squeezing them in her hands.
Laura's body began to tingle as she looked down and
watched Chrissy's hands slowly work their way up her
legs. This was insane.
"Stay still, please," Chrissy ordered, as her hands grew
nearer to Laura's trembling sex. "Or I might have to
ticket you with resisting arrest!" Chrissy's hand neared
Laura's puffing lips.
"I'm not resisting. Please, just get this over with,"
Laura groaned.
This was simply absurd! Completely naked while being
searched by a policewoman out in the open like this. She
was so ashamed, but she still couldn't stop pushing her
behind out towards the two officers.
As the hands went higher Laura's legs seemed to be
spreading by themselves. It couldn't be her. It just
couldn't. "Please hurry," she groaned.
As Laura felt the hands move ever higher, her body once
again quickly began to seriously tingle. Hands on her
behind, then her waist, caused her sex to tremble and her
juices to continue to flow. She could feel her vaginal
fluids from her sopping crotch run freely down her inner
thighs. It was so humiliating. If they noticed they
would be able to tell just how excited she really
was.
"Please not now, please," Laura without thinking begged
out loud.
"Please not what?" Chrissy asked as her hands lightly
moved up Laura's indented waist and drew closer to the
sides of Laura's hanging breasts. Laura's skin flushed.
Laura's brain had reached to boiling point once again.
Now even a professional search from a policewoman was
setting her body on fire. She was going crazy, that was
it. She would soon be locked in a padded cell, and
deservedly so. Why else couldn't she stop the
overpowering sensations that were running through her
body?
Laura could hear talking, but couldn't understand the
Words anymore. All she lived for now were the wondrous
hands moving over her vulnerable body, especially the one
that would accidentally rub up against her clit every so
often. It was fantastic!
"We shouldn't be doing this," Sally said quietly. "We
could get fired, you know. Or worse."
"And why is that?" Chrissy whispered. "Who is going to
tell? Not this Delta bitch, that's for sure. Look at
her. She's way past the point of no return. If she was
caught, they would toss her ass out. You know that.
Besides it's fun, so, why don't you help?"
"It does look like fun," Sally breathed. "And she doesn't
seem to mind, does she?"
Laura felt hands cup both of her aching breasts and gave
them a gentle squeeze. Oh, God! That felt so good!
"They do pick pretty ones, don't they, those damn
Deltas," whispered Sally absently as Laura felt her
nipples being rolled between fingers.
"Yes, they do," gasped an increasingly preoccupied
Christina.
Laura couldn't stop the feeling running through her mind.
They were just searching her. But her brain was telling
her that her breasts were being caressed, not just
touched! A tear ran down her face as she squeezed her
eyes tightly closed. She was so ashamed. She didn't
want to look, because that would confirm that she was
indeed going insane. These were police officers. They
would never touch her in the way her over-stimulated
brain was telling her now. It was just a search, for
God's sake! A search! Yet her body was all a tingle,
nipples aching, pussy melting. She had to stop this
before it was too late.
Hands continued to run over Laura's legs, then her
buttocks, and finally between her legs. They cupped her
sex. Never more than a light touch, but enough to cause
Laura's whole body to tremble and a moan to come unbidden
from her throat. The touch became more and more
persistent, until she was sure she was being gloriously
entered and probed.
Her nipples were being tenderly pulled and rolled,
causing them to get so hard she thought they might even
break off in those magical fingers. It was marvelous!
Yet in her melting mind she could never forget that this
was just an inspection. This was not a bedroom, and she
was not with one of her delightful students. She was in
an open field in the middle of the night with two police
officers being accused of all manner of crimes. If she
lost control of herself now, what would they think of
her? What would they think?
But the pressure, the terrible pressure was relentlessly
building within her, and she suddenly realized that it
was in fact already too late! Too late!
"OH GOD NO!" Laura screamed as she frantically tried to
stop the climax that was only seconds away.
Her greatest humiliation was about to happen. Cumming in
front of two police offices just doing their job. She
had to stop it, so Laura tried desperately to think of
anything else that might stop the wondrous urge that was
filling her blasted brain. But all she could think about
were the hands on her body, those wonderful hands which
were unceasingly caressing her, grasping her, indeed
invading her in her unprotected nakedness! The thought
was too much!
"NO!" Laura's screamed as her body exploded and
everything went dark.
* * * *
Laura awoke to find herself in a jeep wedged between the
two front seats. She was sitting precariously, with a
buttock on the forward side of the bucket seats, and her
legs splayed widely on either side of the slender
gearshift. Her arms had been draped across the top of
each seat back. Feeling cold, she looked down.
"Oh God!" She was still naked and the way she was sitting
made her sex terribly exposed! "Oh God!" She wanted to
cover herself, but if she used either hand, she could
slip right down between the seats and land right on the
gearshift! "Oh God!"
Laura was feeling terribly humiliated, and not just from
this current exposure. It was because of what had just
happened to her in the park. She had climaxed again,
this time when she was just being searched by two
policewomen. It was so humiliating to have her body
explode so readily at the slightest touch. Why couldn't
she control herself now? It was all so maddening. Was
it Missy? Missy and her touching? It had to be. Yet
the girl had not been around her all day, so how could it
be her fault? Even so, she must talk to Missy about all
this touching of hers when she got home. She could not
let this continue any longer. Laura had to get her life
back in order before she lost complete control.
Chrissy said, "Well, it's nice to see you're not dead."
"Please, could I have something to wear," Laura begged,
as she suddenly realized that if anyone looked into the
closed jeep they would see her, all of her! She tried to
cross her legs over the gearshift, but Chrissy slapped
her sharply high on the left thigh.
"Ow!" cried Laura in surprise as she automatically opened
her legs again.
"Stay away from the controls, if you don't mind!"
"Sorry," a miserable Laura squeaked. Now what was she
supposed to do?
"Something to wear? No, I don't think so. We wouldn't
want you to jump out at a stop sign, would we?" Chrissy
answered. "Besides, there aren't any clothes in here.
You shouldn't have left yours in the park like that.
That's littering, you know."
"Oh, please! Please! People will see me," Laura begged.
She looked out of the windows and noticed for the first
time that the jeep was travelling along the main street
of a small town she did not recognized. At the thought
there might be people out there, she slid farther down
between the seats while trying to cover her naked body
the best she could between the seats.
"It didn't seem to bother you in the park. It looked to
me like you wanted to be seen," the grinning Sally
countered as she turned to look openly over Laura's
vulnerable naked body.
"No! I had a car accident and I ran..."
Before Laura could finish, Chrissy asked, "Accident! You
mean you ran from a scene of a car accident?"
"Yes! I mean, no!"
"Yes or no? It can't be both," Sally replied.
Laura's mind was still spinning from everything that had
happened. She just couldn't get her mind to work. "It...
I... Please! Someone might see me!"
Laura squeezed lower between the seats, trying
desperately to hide when she heard a car horn honk as it
passed them going in the other direction. They saw her!
God! No!
"Yes, they just might. So if you don't want the entire
town to see your naked ass, you'd better keep quiet or
I'll stop the car and handcuff you to the hood and drive
you right past the local football stadium. I believe the
local high school has a game tonight!," Chrissy snapped.
"You wouldn't!" Laura squealed, pushing herself even
lower. "You couldn't!"
"Oh, I'm afraid she would," Sally snickered. "Chrissy
has never been able to put up with bitchy college girls
like you. So if I were you I'd just sit still."
Laura looked at Sally, then at Chrissy. They wouldn't
display her in that manner. They were police for God's
sake. But the look on Chrissy face scared her. Laura
believed she would do it. So, after taking a nervous
breath, Laura sat as low as she could between the two of
them, trying to hide as they continued down the road.
As they rode, Laura could see people staring at the
police jeep as it rolled along. They all pointed and
laughed. They saw her! This was truly the most
humiliated she'd ever been. Naked in a police car
driving right through a town.
Laura desperately wanted to hide so she squeezed even
lower between the seats. In her painful humiliation, she
allowed herself to actually slip between the seats until
only her legs were keeping her off the filthy floor.
But in doing so the narrow end of the gearshift was now
resting right up against her sex.
"Oh!" Laura shouted in alarm and tried to sit up again as
soon as she felt the cool, vibrating metal suddenly press
against her sex.
"What did I tell you? Sit still or on the hood you go,"
Chrissy snared, as she reached over and pushed on
Laura's shoulder.
Laura was forced right back down so her pussy was
once again resting against the shifter button located at
the end of the short shift handle. The button, dancing
from the shaking of the car as it moved along a poorly
maintained part of the road, and the natural vibration of
the powerful engine, began to work its way slowly into
the swelling folds of Laura's defenseless labia. Every
time she desperately tried to back off of it, even just a
bit, either Chrissy or Sally would look over at her and
tell her to be still and push her back down again.
After a time Laura found her legs and arms weakening, and
she slipped lower. The vibrating shifter now slid
deeper, parting her nether lips until the button was now
resting directly on her clit. She was beginning to sweat
despite the cool breeze that blew across her body as they
drove. The sensation in her pussy was mind numbing.
Yet every time she tried to adjust her position, the
gearshift button would just slide across her clit. She
couldn't get away from it! It felt so good! Soon she
was moving her hips slightly to deliberately continue the
fantastic sensations. She wanted to stop herself, but
the more she tried the more her hips moved.
Sally was the first to discover Laura's shameful secret.
"Look, Chrissy. She's found a friend," Sally giggled as
she watched Laura trying to move her hips without being
seen.
"How sweet," Chrissy snickered as she reached down and
started toying her Laura's left breast. "Just hope we
don't have to change gears, is all."
The vibration continued clouding Laura mind more and
more. She hardly noticed both woman teasing her nipples
or the fact that she was moaning out loud. All she could
think about was what was going on between her legs. As
the heat continued to build Laura no longer cared if
anyone was watching her or not. She now moved more
deliberately, even violently, up and down so that the
shifter handle slid across her clit and through her
sopping pussy lips.
"God, she's such a slut. Look at her, Sally. She's
trying to get off."
"She'll fit right in as a Delta," chuckled Sally.
"I've just got to see this!" Chrissy said. She pushed in
the clutch and coasted the jeep gently into an ally.
Laura never felt the jeep stop because of what the
gearshift was doing to her. She was going to cum
again. That was all her mind could think about, the
orgasm building in her trembling body.
"God, look at her," Sally said as they both watched
Laura's sex grinding up and down against the shifter.
"Grab her other arm and help me. I have an idea,"
Chrissy replied as she grabbed Laura's left arm.
"What?"
"Let's get her on it," Chrissy said with a smile.
"Chrissy!"
"Come on help me."
"But what if someone sees. We could get in trouble."
"We'll just say we tried to stop her, but couldn't.
She's a spoiled Delta slut, and everyone knows what
they're like. Now help me."
Sally and Chrissy gently lifted Laura up and positioned
the gearshift button right at the entrance to her sex.
"OK, now push her down on it."
Laura never felt them grab her arms or lift her up. All
her mind could think of now was the passion boiling
inside her. She did feel a slight pressure as the button
pushed against her pussy lips, then spread them wide and
slipped easy into her slippery hole.
They slowly lowered Laura down inch by inch until the
gearshift was buried deep into her burning sex. They
watched as Laura just sat there moaning, nipples erect,
body covered in sweat as the shifter vibrated away inside
her because the car engine was still running.
"Well, this is no fun with her just sitting there. Here,
let's try this," Chrissy said as she took both of Laura's
hands and placed them on the overhead roll bar. Chrissy
then sat back to watch her handiwork.
Laura's hands tightened and she began to instinctively
pull herself up and down, fucking herself with the
shifter handle. Her cuntal walls clasped greedily onto
the intruder. She started slowly at first but as the
passion mounted, Laura fucked faster and faster.
"I can't believe it," Sally said in wonder.
"Watch this," Chrissy replied as she pushed the gas pedal
and released the clutch a little.
Laura never heard the roar of the engine. All she felt
was the wonderful vibration in her cunt. "Ooh!" Laura
moaned in rapture as she arched her back until her
breasts were pointing at the sky. Every part of her body
tingled as she continued to slide up and down. Her moans
grew louder as she got closer and closer to paradise.
As Laura continued to fuck herself, Chrissy locked her
mouth over Laura's left nipple.
"Chrissy, stop! Someone might see you!" Sally shouted.
Her mouth moved over Laura's right nipple and sucked it
happily.
Laura felt two new sensations coming from her breasts and
opened her eyes. Seeing the two identical women sucking
on her chest should have disgusted her. She wanted
desperately to stop what she was doing. But her body
wouldn't listen to her mind. All she could do was keep
fucking herself, and watch the two suck. It was like she
was some lust-filled animal. All she wanted was to cum.
And she didn't care who was watching, or where she
was. She needed to cum.
Chrissy sensed Laura's orgasm was near so she gunned
the engine again, then bit down on Laura's nipple and
pulled on the sensitive breast flesh.
Sally seemed to sense the same thing and tried to suck
Laura's entire right breast into her mouth.
The sucking mouths and the roar of the engine pushed Laura
over the edge. She came like never before. Her whole
body shook as she continued to fuck. She never wanted
it to end. One orgasm, then two, three, four, five! The
mouths suckled her breasts as she lost all the strength
in her arms and let go of the roll bar. She fell down to
the floor, burying the shift completely inside her. The
engine continued to roar. Six, seven, eight! Her whole
body screamed for more. Nine, ten! Finally Laura's mind
snapped and everything went dark.
*****
End of Book V
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