Changing the World – Day 3
by eboy – eboyandsuch.wordpress.com

I could feel hands all over me, caressing, stroking, tickling, pulling, twisting, pinching… It was intense, yet ethereal, sensual but somehow unreal, beautiful, but… At first I couldn’t feel them anywhere in particular, just everywhere. But then I started to notice: A finger trickled down between my tits; a hand gripped one butt-cheek, hard; a pinky dipped inside my mouth. I was feeling warm, hot even, and wet, all over, sweat and pussy juice… Pussy! There was a hand on my pussy, no, a hand in my pussy, moving around, feeling my insides, deep, deeper… And I was being watched.

Coming woke me up. I was thrashing and spasming, moaning deeply. Nothing was touching my pussy – my hands were gripping the sheets beneath me, the one over me having been long since ejected from the bed. My panties were soaked, and so were the sheets – sweat and pussy juice smelling fragrant in the morning air. It took me a few minutes to recover my sense of place. 

When I did, I was immediately mortified. It was Monday morning, and from the slant of light through the window, almost time for me to be getting up. And while the phantom dream hands had faded back to wherever they came from, one thing from the dream remained – I was, indeed, being watched. I shared a room with my younger sister, Olivia, and of course had made enough noise to wake her up. She was staring at me from across the room, tucked up under the covers. Olivia is young yet, still in eighth grade, just barely beginning to think about boys; I was pretty certain she didn’t yet masturbate. And I was generally a very quiet sleeper (she’s the one to talk in her sleep!), so all of the commotion must have been… well, quite a shock for her.

“Sorry, Olivia.” I could tell I was blushing deep red. Olivia didn’t react for a moment, but then she smiled a shy, scared smile: “That looked fun.” I start to laugh, and then the alarm is going off, and it’s time to move, scrambling to get ready for school. We’d talk about this later, I suppose.

In the bathroom, I peeled off my soiled panties and t-shirt and stepped in to the shower. As soon as the embarrassment had faded, I’d remembered the reason for the dream, and started to get nervous. I was ready for the day, of course, and judging from the dream clearly rather excited, but still. I’d gone Saturday to the local sex toy shop – certainly not someplace I’d ever been before – and purchased my first-ever dildos. Yes, plural. Well, to be exact, one dildo, and one vibrator – a small one of the former, and a large one of the latter, with a clit tickler extension. It’d set me back a bit, but I figured I’d get my money’s worth over time.

I’d tried them out Sunday, and quickly discovered that another trip to the store was in order, for a bit of lube. Once I’d got that squared away, I’d let them go a while, just to make sure it really worked like I wanted it to. Sure enough, it did – I could put the fake cocks where I wanted them and just lie back and dream, hands and my sides, completely passive, and get where I needed to go. There was something deliciously wonderful about just surrendering like that, which is where my dream had come from, I suppose. Thinking about the dream again brought a little tingle to my pussy, which I chose to ignore for the morning, and also gave me a new idea…
****

When I arrived at school, I found Lucy first. I smiled at her, ready to tell her how ready I was, but she spoke first. “Hey, so… We’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“And what’s that?” I was wary – this was going to be my wonderful day, and I didn’t want anything spoiling it. She gave an apologetic grimace. “I’ve got a shadow.”

Uh oh. A shadow meant a younger student, a middle-schooler who was touring the high schools to decide where to apply. It meant that Lucy was going to have an eighth grader following her around for the day. This was a wrinkle we hadn’t considered. I started to deflate a little.

“As I see it,” Lucy continued, “we’ve got a few options. Worst-case scenario, we cancel the meeting today and just have a normal lunch. Option two is for me to duck out of the meeting” – I shook my head at this, wanting Lucy’s sisterly support there today – “ and eat somewhere else, but then I’d miss you, and that would be no fun. Best-case scenario, we find someway to initiate little… Susan’s her name. Which would be fun, but could also result in the school getting sued and us getting suspended.” That pretty much summed it up.

“Susan who? Where’s she from?” Not sure why I thought it mattered, but as it turned out, it was the right question. When Lucy named the school, it was Olivia’s middle school, which meant that this Susan was the same Susan that came to all of Olivia’s birthday parties, the same Susan that sleeps over all the time, one of Olivia’s best friends. Lucy sees my grin, and looks confused. “I know this Susan! Friend of Olivia’s. Bring her to me at the morning break, and we’ll take care of this.”

****

Susan smiled when she saw me. I quickly gave Ben a kiss and told him I’d see him later – no need to have a guy around during this conversation. “Hey, Susan! Enjoying your day?”

“Hey, Abbey! Am I ever – this place seems great. Then again, it isn’t middle school.” Lucy and I chuckle and nod in agreement. “Lucy said you had something to tell me?” “Yeah,” I said, swallowing nervously – this was feeling a little harder for me to do than I’d originally thought. “So, remember the last time you slept over with Olivia?” It had been just a few weeks ago, and my guess is it was a pretty memorable event… “Yeah, when Ben was sleeping over with you? I remember.” Lucy rolls her yes, smiling. That would be why it was probably memorable. Ben and I are generally not very quiet, and I remembered noticing a scurrying outside the door after we finished – the young ones had been listening in.

“Yup, that one. Ok, so here’s the thing.” And I launched into a little speech about the Club. I had brought up the sleep-over just so that I’d have a handy circumlocution for talking about sex-stuff, just to make her feel a little bit more comfortable, but also as a way of reminding her that I knew that she wasn’t exactly disinterested in sex and what not – no use trying to pretend to be a prude when you’d been caught spying on your friend’s older sister. “Basically, we think that kids should be more comfortable with that kind of thing, and are trying to create an environment where people can learn to be more comfortable.” Ok, so that was a bit of a lame summary, but the speech had clearly gotten the point across – Susan’s eyes have been growing wider and wider the whole time, and she’s blushing a little. “So, here’s the thing. We normally meet at lunch time. You’ve got a choice today – you can come to the meeting” – “which we promise won’t be scary!” Lucy chimes in – “or we can all skip the meeting and just have lunch. What do you say?” 

I can’t tell whether she’s more terrified or more excited. “Um… Oh… Can I decide, like, later?” “Sure, honey, sure. Just by lunch. It’s up to you – no one’s going to force you to do anything, and we won’t think any less of you if you say no. Promise.”

“O… Ok.” The bell chimes, and we all head for class.”

****

I’m one of the last to arrive at our lunch spot, and when I get there, everybody else is standing outside, unsure of themselves. Ben and Lucy are making school search small talk with Susan, asking her how she likes the place, what other schools she’s looking at, that sort of thing. Ben shoots me a questioning glance – it seems no one knows if we’re actually having our meeting today.

“Hey, Susan!” “Uh… Hey, Abbey!” She’s nervous. “So, what do you say?” She looks down at her feet, and replies in a little voice “Do… Do you think it would be ok if I just watch today?”

“Why don’t we actually tell you what goes on, first? Then we can talk about that.” The fact that she’s not running in terror, as far as I’m concerned, is a good sign, so I’m feeling a little more confident. I explain to her that most of the meeting is really just about everyone going nude once we’re inside, and that one person – in this case, me – is going have an orgasm, with everybody else watching. When I say that last bit, I feel a little thrill down between my legs – in all the worrying over Susan, part of me had blocked out my whole plan for the day. I really hoped this all didn’t blow up in our faces.

“So here’s the thing, Susan. Our rules clearly say that anyone inside should be naked. We might be willing to make an exception, but then you’d be the only one wearing anything, and wouldn’t that make you feel a little more singled out than just participating?” I can see that she’s weighing this. “And there’s nothing else you have to do other than just be naked, sit with us, and watch me. So what do you say?”

There’s a moment of silence while she stares at the floor, deciding. I can almost see her weighing her options. She nods a little, then looks me in the eye. “Ok.” The group relaxes; Max and Gordon cheer a little, earning them deep blush from Susan and a glare and a shushing from Lucy. “You won’t regret this,” I promise. “Ok. Let’s go in.”

We all parade inside, and the undressing begins. Susan looks desperately uncertain about this, and can’t seem to decide whether or not to watch the rest of us, shooting glances at us, then bashfully staring at the floor. I pull her over towards the throne, with her back to the room, and gently tug on her shirt. She looks a little surprised, but seems fine with letting me undress her, so one by one I remove the cute pink shirt, the little pleated skirt, the white training bra, the shoes and pink socks, and finally the little pink cotton panties, leaving this gorgeous little dark-haired girl standing there, nipples erect, pussy just barely showing hair. I quickly glare around the room to make sure that none of the guys (or girls, for that matter) are staring, and then turn her around. She gasps a little at the sight – she’s probably never seen a cock before, let alone another girl’s pussy, at least not in real life – but she deals with it gracefully. “Here. Why don’t you sit up on the throne with me today?” I suggest, and once she’s situated, quickly disrobe myself.

First, as always, comes the eating, the joking, the usual lunch hour. Amongst our normal group, it no longer feels strained, to sit there nude and talk about normal, every-day things. Before long all the guys are soft, even, and everything feels just like a normal lunch. Susan doesn’t join in the conversation too much, but even she gets caught up in it – every now and again I’ll see her start, as though just remembering that being naked in front of a bunch of (similarly un-attired) high-schoolers isn’t exactly an every-day experience.

Then, business.

“Ok, guys, so first of all, I feel called to note that we’re making an exception to a rule today. Normally, new-comers to the group would need to actually become official members first, but Susan here isn’t going to be around long enough to really participate, and… Well, she’s a shadow! She’s really just trying things on for size. So no initiation for her.” The others nod in agreement; Susan starts to say something, but stops. “No, come on, Susan – got a question?” First shly, then with growing confidence, she asks what the initiation involves. We let her know, and she just blushes. “I… I don’t think I could do that.” Jill looks up at her, and says, simply, “Oh, someday soon you will. Probably very soon.” We all laugh, even Susan.

“Second order of business. If I remember correctly, tomorrow is Max’s day on the throne – is that correct?” Max smiles, and takes a quick bow. Everyone applauds. He then adds, “And I’m working on that small-group thing, too. I’m thinking about both having small group meetings for people in certain categories – like by gender, sexual orientation, you know, whatever – and also having a way for extra ‘special discussion’ meetings, just one-off things where the topic is something specific, like, I don’t know, stuff.” Apparently he looses confidence here, and we all laugh. He rushes to make up for the lapse – “I mean, like, a time for talking about just, say, anal play, or g-spots, or toys, or stuff for couples, or whatever.” We all agree that these seem like good ideas, though I see a surprising number of people wrinkle their nose at the mention of “anal play”.
“Actually, Max, it’s funny that you bring up anal play. And now on to the last order of business.” They laugh for a second at the apparent non-sequiter, and then grow silent as they dawn on exactly what this means. But, of course, anal stuff isn’t the focus of what I’m doing today – just an added bonus.

“Step one!” I say, jumping down off the throne and getting Susan to do the same. I then take the top cushion from the throne and toss it on the ground in the middle of the circle. Everybody looks quizzical.

“Step two…” I draw the words out as I grab my backpack and fish around inside. Then, smiling, I draw out my surprises, slowing, making the moment last. I pull out the small one first, and everybody smiles; when I pull out the bigger vibrator, I get gasps. Ben pretends to look hurt. “Don’t worry, Ben. They’re… Different. A different category all together.” He smiles; I can’t help but notice his cock leaping up.

“Step three.” I quickly apply some lube to the toys, and lie down on my side, one knee up. “Here’s the deal, guys. The last two weeks, Lucy and Ben have both put on spectacular performances, really working the crowd… and themselves. I knew going into this that I really just couldn’t top that, so I wanted to do something different. I wanted to be completely passive, to not have to think, not have to move, not have to perform. That’s where this” – I switch on the vibrator for a second – “ originally came in.”

“But here’s the thing. While I do think I’d rather have the attention on me, rather than on yourselves – meaning, yes, no masturbating along – I also want you guys helping out. I’m gonna lie here. You all are free to do anything you want to me, with your hands only. Touch me anywhere, in any way – though please be gentle.” Everybody is silent; Lucy and Ben are smiling at me, and I can definitely see some hard cocks around the room. I look up at Susan. “Susan, I promised you that you wouldn’t have to do anything but watch, and that still holds true. But you’re also welcome to join in, if you want.” I look at Lucy. “Why don’t you be in charge of the toys, Luce – let everybody warm me up, first, then get the big one in front and the little one… That one’s for the back.” She nods.

“Ok. I’m ready when you are.” I close my eyes.

There’s silence for a bit, and stillness. No one moves. Then I jump as I feel a cold hand on my back, palm to my spine, fingers flat. I take a deep breath and adjust to the feeling, and the hand starts to move, rubbing up and down, a simple, sensual caress. I feel some fingers stroking my hair, gently tugging it back, barely tracing my scalp. That hand is soon joined by a second, fingertips lightly tracing down my face, over my eyes, over my lips. I open my mouth, and they move away, unsure, but continue their track around my face. The next time they draw near the lips, I stick out my tongue a bit, and this time they move into my mouth, tracing lightly over my tongue, feeling the roof of my mouth… I close my lips and suck a little, gently, and even as I do I feel a new hand, rough-skinned and unfamiliar, tracing down my side, feeling my hipbone. There’s someone playing with my hands, tickling my palms, pulling gently on my fingers… The hand on my back is no longer cold, but warm and comfortable, and has been joined by a second, fingers lightly kneading, a slow massage.

I stifle a laugh as a new hand lightly grazes my stomach, tickling lightly. The fingers from my mouth are tracing a warm, wet path down my neck, now, playing around my collarbone before returning to my lips. The number of hands I can feel is multiplying fast, now – somebody is caressing my calves, another my thighs; somebody is playing with the space just under my chest, tickling the underside of my boobs; there’s a hand on my ass, just barely probing the crack; the hand on my head is more insistent, now, guiding my head back and forth, massaging under my hair. I’m breathing heavier – it’s exactly like I dreamed, warm hands like a gift, unexpected and given freely. The wet finger from my mouth is tracing down that precious pathway between my tits, and I can feel myself breathing harder, faster, starting to need more, always aware that everything is out of my control. As the wet finger leaves traces of my saliva over my aching nipples, while the hand on my ass starts to squeeze a little more insistently, I can feel myself start to shake, start to need something on my most sensitive spot.

And as soon as I think it, my wish comes true, and there’s a finger probing lightly at my pussy, exploring, pushing aside the folds, playing with the hair… More join it, some from below, some from above, just testing the waters, gathering moisture and spreading it around. I feel one wet finger from my pussy trace up my stomach, leaving warm, fragrant juice all the way up to my tit… The hands on my ass are squeezing now, pulling my cheeks apart, probing that area that no one else has ever touched before. My nipples are being twisted, flicked, pressed, squeezed, all without the rest of the breast ever having to be ignored for a moment. I let out a little squeak and jump a little as the first finger touches my clit, and instantly all the hands react to my movement, insistent pressure all over my body. I feel like I’m in a cocoon, completely enveloped, and that the more I move the more deliciously tight and warm it binds around me. I’m sweating, and dripping, and…

And there’s a finger in my pussy. Not on it, not between the lips, but in it, deep inside. And then as quickly as it came, it’s gone, and there’s something sweet smelling under my nose… I reach out my tongue and taste the proffered gift, drawing my own sweetness into my mouth… The fingers reward my eagerness, gently searching deep into my warm mouth, and I moan around them while something is pressing at my behind and oh my god it’s the dildo, she’s putting it in, pressing against my back hole. I try to relax, to let it pass in, but even though it’s just a little dildo it feels huge, a lovely monstrosity, and I know that it will hurt but know that I want it, and suddenly I’m pushing back against it, throwing my hips back with all my might and it’s in me, up in side. I hear gasps, and feel so full, stuffed… There’s a hand gently guiding it around in circles, just wiggling it back and forth, applying pressure to keep it in while my sphincter tries to push it out. And there are fingers in my pussy feeling it from the other side, emphasizing its girth, my fullness.

And then there’s more pressure at my pussy, and the fingers are gone, leaving me feeling a little emptier, still full… And the vibrator is sliding in, the hands that were on my pussy rubbing my thighs, my stomach, my sides, adding to the cocoon. The heel of someone’s palm is against my clit, kneading slowly, and as the vibrator rubs against the dildo through my flesh I feel a little wave of orgasm start in my toes and rip up through my body, sending me undulating against the warm net of hands around me. I’m moaning, thrashing, letting myself go, letting the hands hold me in place and the fingers in my mouth muffle me. They know I’ve come, and start to slow, but I shake my head – this is just the beginning.

The clit tickler on the vibrator slips under the palm, pressing against my most sensitive spot, and then suddenly there’s a buzz, and it’s as though the ever-moving cocoon of hands has slipped inside me, as though there were a million tiny hands inside my pussy, my stomach, my chest, my whole being, as though I were enveloped from the outside and the inside both. The dildo in my ass is getting pulled in and out a bit, sweet friction against my back opening; someone is bouncing my tits up and down, while someone else flicks the nipples as they go by; there’s a hand always moving from my mouth to my pussy and back, supplying me with greater and greater amounts of sweet-tasting, spicy-smelling juice, dripping little bits of it to mingle with my sweat on the way. There’s a finger rubbing that delicate place between my ass and my pussy, straight down between my legs, and hands holding my hair back, caressing the side of my neck. Some brave soul is rubbing lightly around the sides of my sphincter as the dildo plunges in and out. Another finger is pushing a little ways up into my stuffed, stuffed pussy, feeling my insides, rubbing, rubbing...

I cum again, just a little one, a ripple, but it’s just a little messenger of the real excitement to come. Moaning and squeaking, thrashing, pushing against the hands around me, I open my eyes.

I take in the scene all at once, connecting each pair of hands to a face, a personality. These hands are a gift, a gift from other real human beings, and right now all I can feel is gratefulness and love for those people. Ben is kneeling right in front of my face, cock poking up proudly and glistening with precum – one hand is sweet in my mouth, the other sending shivers through my nipples every time it touches them. Gordon has my tits firmly in his palms, bouncing them up and down, and looks very pleased with himself. Jill is behind me, hands on my neck and hair, caressing gently; she smiles a loving smile at me, gentle, caretaking. Max holds my back and side, one hand a blur of motion on the dildo in my ass, a look of intense concentration on his face as he alternates staring at my bum and my face. Lucy kneels in front, touching my stomach, one hand reaching around to press against my sphincter or hold my ass-cheeks; she looks me straight in the eye. And little Susan kneels over my leg, one hand on my thigh, the other with a finger pressed up my pussy. She looking everywhere, taking in everything – from the guys cocks to the pussy she has her finger buried in. I catch her eye. She’s flushed, mouth open, panting a little, and I can see a little bead of juice drip from her pussy and onto my leg below… And, staring into her eyes, I start to scream.

It starts as a little squeak, high up, piercing, but then just doesn’t stop. I’m pouring all my breath into it, even while the hands around me struggle to hold me in place. My hips can’t decide which way to go, forwards towards the vibrator or back towards the dildo. My hands grab the mat below me, tearing little holes in it. The pleasure starts deep inside me, up somewhere above my stomach, and suddenly Ben latches on to my nipples and pulls, just like I love, beautiful sharp daggers of pleasure straight into my chest, and little Susan can tell what’s happening, and she is smiling this desperate little smile like it’s what she’s wanted to see all her life, and I’m lost, lost, lost, but still held tight in my cocoon, all thought disappearing…

When I’m done, little Susan gently turns off the vibrator and pulls it out, and suddenly I feel empty. I think I must have cried out, because very quickly I’ve got warm fingers, Lucy’s, in my pussy, pressing out, filling some of the emptiness, letting me rest. Hands move around me, and arms follow, and the cocoon just grows tighter somehow, tighter and more complete, and they just hold me there, letting me breathe. Ben kisses me, lightly; I don’t have the energy to reciprocate, but the warmth and softness comforts me, restoring my sense of place. We’re like that for a few minutes.

Eventually, Lucy carefully withdraws her fingers from my pussy and sits up. “Time,” she says quietly, disappointment in her voice. Everybody else gets up too, though I just lie there. Susan is beaming, somehow, but also squirming, full of energy; she’s not the only one. Without saying a word, most everyone starts to dress, quickly and efficiently, heading off towards someplace private, undoubtedly. Lucy takes Susan’s hand and leads her away, casting a significant smile towards me. Susan waves as she leaves, and says quietly, “I know where I’m going to school.” I laugh a quiet, tired laugh.

***

When I get home, I send out an email to the whole group, Susan included. “Thank you. Thank you all. That was the most beautiful experience of my life.” I add a P.S. “I’m donating those toys to the group, as a little token of my gratitude. I’ve left them by the throne; you can take them whenever you like, so long as you let us all know and take good care of them.” Once the email is sent, I see I’ve got a new unread message; it’s from Susan, forwarded to me by Olivia. Smiling, I open it.

In the email, Susan gets the boring stuff – what classes were like, etc. – out of the way with admirable speed. Then comes the “but you’ll never believe what else happened”, the description of my conversation with her at break, of her nervousness at getting naked in front of other people for the first time, of my getting off… It was cute to see myself and my friends through the eyes of this terrified but horny kid, and pretty hot, too. At the end, she described being led by Susan from the meeting to the nearest ladies’ room: Lucy, quickly looking around to see that it was all unoccupied, pulled Susan with her into the big stall, locked the door, leaned against the wall, and promptly unbuttoned her jeans and started masturbating. When Lucy noticed that Susan didn’t really know how to do the same, she took hold of her, spun her around so that the eight grader’s ass pressed into Lucy’s pussy. Susan just relaxed as Lucy’s skilled hands slipped down the front of her skirt, massaging her pussy, spreading her wetness all around, putting pressure on her clit. The two of them came together there, little Susan clutched in Lucy’s guiding embrace, Lucy’s pussy gyrating hard against Susan’s ass… 

Olivia added a note to the email: “I understand about this morning, now. I’ll ask mom when I can come shadow at your school! But maybe you can show me a thing or two before then? Pretty please?”