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Subject: {ASSM} Alicia's Art (MF, public, tease, humour)
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This is taken from my blog at http://bawdybloke.com/story-alicias-art/

We did many things that managed to get ourselves into trouble; we did 
even more things that should have got ourselves into a spot of bother 
and didn't. We did get lucky; we got a lot of bollockings and "advice 
for the future" but we also got away with many more shenanigans than we 
were ever caught for. Alicia and I fed off each other; excitement and 
silliness rising until our aberrations were noticed and punished, or we 
had a narrow escape.

We met at a naturist resort when we were both twelve, our families 
holidaying in adjacent chalets. I barely noticed her: she was a wiry, 
unassuming girl who was no match for my attention when I had 200 acres 
of naturist activities to occupy my mind.

We talked a bit: she told me of some sand dunes to the South of the 
beach, on the other side of a wire fence, that were bigger and with a 
steeper incline than those on the "main" beach. After dinner, I slipped 
away from my family to see. I wasn't allowed on the beach on my own but 
it was only a ten minute walk from the chalet and I wanted to slide down 
the dunes. I told my mother I was going to the swimming pool.

I heard her cries as I reached the dunes. We were at the limits of the 
resort; I was half-a-mile from the road and she was at the bottom of the 
dune in agony. Her ankle was twisted at an unnatural angle and her face 
was pure white and bloodless. I sat with her as she screamed in pain, 
tears rolling down her cheeks. She yelled as I carried her up the dune, 
along the twisting path and through the gap in the fence to the main 
beach. We could not be found in a restricted area; we would be in 
serious trouble if we admitted to going through the fence.

By the time we were found and Alicia was sent to the hospital by 
ambulance, our panicking parents had noticed we were missing and the 
resort was organising a search. I got quizzed, I got reprimanded for 
going to the beach alone. But Alicia and I started a friendship that got 
stronger on every naturist holiday, and flourished at University when we 
signed up for the same art course, aged eighteen.

By University, she had blossomed into a fine, young lady: smooth curves 
that elegantly showed her lithe body and a salaciously dirty mind that 
rampantly teased my teenage hormones. Even at University, I was 
regularly naked around her. I wandered around my shared flat in the 
Halls of Residence with nothing on, and she was not adverse to joining 
me; we were regularly together as friends, sharing coffees and pooling 
the cooking. Other people sometimes joined us, as long as, like my 
flatmates, they were OK with the nudity. Not everyone was.

Alicia loved nothing more than to coax my cock into an erection, subtly 
playing mind games with my arousal before seeking to deny me. Her lips 
wrapped around the top of a banana, seductively sucking on the fruit 
while her hand cupped her pubic twirls was a favourite torment. Another 
was to regale my desperate self with tales of her recent one-night 
stands. I had no idea if they were true, but I was getting very little 
sex so intimate and detailed stories of her rampant debauchery always 
had my prick erect.

She just loved to tease and torment, enjoying seeing my face twisted 
with desperation and frustration.

It was mean.

But sometimes she didn't just tease. Her end-of-term art project was a 
piece of external art she planned to install at the entrance to the 
University on the roundabout; the most prominent site on the campus.

She wanted my help to create this, and we travelled to her parents' 
small cottage one weekend, despite her refusing to reveal her plans to 
me. This should have sent alarm bells ringing.

I slept in her bedroom overnight and I woke that morning to have my 
friend kissing the end of my tumescent prick. She glanced over the top 
of my pubic hair, staring at my expression as my cock fizzled with lust. 
Her hands cupped my delicate balls and her mouth slid along my shaft, 
sucking the tip into a concupiscent mass of lustful passion.

It had been two years since she had last given me a blow-job, and I 
melted into the airbed as my body soaked the intense stimulation of her 
talented lips. She had learned a lot in the intervening years, her 
tongue caressing the sensitive underside of my prick as her mouth 
brought me to the edge of my orgasm.

And then she stopped. "Later," she promised, giggling at my desperation. 
I writhed; she prevented me from masturbating myself into a climax. We 
had work to do.

Alicia had sourced a seven foot tree trunk that she laid horizontally in 
the garden. I resentfully assisted, sawing where she told me to and 
watching as she crafted an elegant statue over the weekend.

She teased relentlessly; the soft pink of her femininity regularly on 
display during the two weekend days as she taunted her sexuality to me. 
I wanted her. I wanted to fuck the little minx, hold her down and pound 
her pussy. Or I wanted to throw her mischievous body over her wooden log 
and take her from behind, slamming my cock into her as she squealed and 
grunted, taking my orgasm from her wretched body.

It had been three long years since I had lost my virginity to my 
naturist friend; we were surely due an encore.

On Sunday afternoon, the naked tease slid her hands into my shorts  -" the 
only garment I was wearing  -" and squeezed my erect cock. I groaned, 
ruffling her pubic hair with my fingers. She looked at me with lust in 
her eyes; panting as my fingers found her clit and swirled over her 
sensitive button. Little mews were replaced by involuntary grunts when 
she exhaled.

She held onto her log for balance, writhing as my fingers slipped into 
her moistened hole, pressing against her insides as my thumb rotated her 
slippery clit. Her panting and loud squeals carried over the birdsong in 
the rural garden, her legs quivering as her body shook with orgasm and 
her cunt gushed copiously.

"I needed that," she whispered, smiling broadly, as once again, I was 
denied. And she wouldn't let me wank myself to a release: opting to keep 
me horny and unsated. "It'll be worth it," she promised as she put the 
final touches to her project.

There was no doubt what her statue was a representation of. She stood 
akimbo, staring at the finished work. It was heavy. We had to use a 
pulley to haul it upright, and she walked around her art work, cooing as 
she admired it. "The theme is  -~What you first see' so the first thing 
they see when they enter the University is the first thing I saw when I 
woke up this morning," she explained with a smirk.

"There is no way they will let you have it on University grounds."

She pooh-poohed me: she wasn't going to ask for permission. They might 
say no.

She replied to my deliberations with a kiss; a firm kiss on the lips as 
our tongues explored, and our hands wandered. We fell onto the grass, a 
few yards from her seven-foot penis and she jerked her hand over my 
seven-inch prick.

I grabbed at her teenage breasts, sliding her nipple through my finger 
as I rolled on top of her. Her legs parted, instinctively. She smiled as 
my sensitive cock touched her entrance: we had had two days of foreplay 
and I needed sating.

The first slide into her warm slickness was as good as any fuck I've 
ever had; tingles surged the length of my prick as her pussy closed 
tightly around my cock and I began to thrust forcefully into my friend. 
Her body was tossed forward with every pound of my manhood; she groaned 
at the rampant thrusts of my dick, smashing against her insides with 
passionate desperation.

Her lips curled into a smile at the concentration on my face; my arousal 
surged as I reached my inevitable orgasm and withdrew to squirt cum over 
her pubic hair. We kissed again as I caught my breath: two friends 
smiling at each other.

"I needed that!"

"I know," she whispered, as I sat next to her, admiring her ravished body.

Which was when her mother returned home and saw a seven foot prick in 
her garden. And then her daughter with ruffled hair, and cum on her body 
while her naked friend leaked cum onto her grass. She was not highly 
impressed with us.

And the University didn't appreciate the giant phallus adorning their 
site; we were both given formal warnings for concreting the giant cock 
into their roundabout: it took them two weeks to remove the obscene statue.

But it was worth it: for the laughs, for the friendship and for the 
fantastic fuck.

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