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Babes in the Wood

By: JudeWrites



The house hadn't been lived in for years and was one step away from derelict. It wasn't boarded up, as there was no need this far to the edge of town.

The chances were minuscule that both of them should return to the house on the same day at the same time. It shortened the odds a little that it was ten years to the day from when they moved in, but it was still a pretty freaky coincidence.

Ryan came from the freeway, so he parked across the road. He got out of his car and looked over at the curling shingles, peeling siding and time-frosted glass that used to be his home. He walked gingerly up the rickety wooden steps thinking, "A broken stairway to a broken home."

All the windows were thick with grime and it was impossible to see inside until he wiped away a few layers with the edge of his hand. He lowered his eye to the patch he'd cleared. Inside, there were a few old pieces of furniture that he didn't recognize. He walked across the porch, rubbed some grime off the dining room window, and peered in. The wallpaper, that was just about still hanging on, was familiar. He looked for the dent in the wall, and was almost sure he could see it.

More memories than he expected came flying at him, each bringing its own emotion. There was the hope and happiness of the day they moved in, the exuberance of the time she was sitting naked on that very porch, waiting for him to come home from work. The closeness of the night they watched the fire bugs from the porch and talked about children. And, sadly, there was the shattering heartbreak of the day she walked down those steps and never came back.

Ryan shook free of the aching discomfort of this last memory, and walked back to the front door. One of the small glass panes was broken and he stooped to look through the opening. The hallway led straight down the center of the house from the front door, clear across the kitchen to the back door. The door at the rear had less of its glass intact and, just for a moment, he visualized Lauren looking straight back at him.

It took a few seconds to sink in, and then reality knocked him sideways—it was Lauren. Her features were unmistakable, and the look of shock that formed when their eyes locked sent a chill though him.

He was in no rush to walk around the house but, as he moved, his body was being infused with adrenaline pumped by an overworking heart. She was still standing at the door when he got there. He stopped a few feet away from her, but it was close enough to see that the years had been kind to his first love.

Her hair was still the blackest he'd ever seen. It was the same shoulder-length it always was, but the fringe had been replaced by bangs that wandered down the edges of her face to rest against her cheeks. Her startling indigo-blue eyes appeared a little dazed and showed several tiny age marks at their edges, but they still shone and enticed. She was obviously slightly bemused, and tried to smile—her naturally dark lips parted to reveal several white teeth.

It was a smile he never expected to see again, let alone here, today.

On her slim, five-feet-six, frame she wore an oversized Air Force-style leather jacket, tight blue jeans, and a plain white crew-necked top that curved with her small, well-defined chest. Her slimline sneakers had a few miles on them and he instantly noticed that, as always, she wasn't wearing socks. Just like the cute lines of her nose, some things never changed.

"I..." It was impossible for Ryan to know whether he should smile, step closer, or run. "I... just... Wow—imagine seeing you here."

"Imagine." She looked calmer now, but Ryan knew her voice well enough to hear the undertone that matched his shock and uncertainty.

"I was just passing. Thought I'd take a look and..." Ryan swallowed and steadied himself. "I guess you know what today is?"

She raised a hand and brushed away a few stray strands of her shining hair. It was a motion that was so familiar, and made him want to reach forward and touch her. "Of course." She nodded; no point in avoiding the obvious. "I'm surprised you remembered though."

"There's a lot of memories in this house." He moved towards the door, and tried the handle. When it showed signs of giving, leant his shoulder against it. "Wanna check it out?" He grinned—the door was open.

Lauren led the way into the deathly silent house. She paused to look around the kitchen while Ryan picked up a broken picture that had fallen from the living room wall. He thought he recognized the frame, but doubted his instinct. "Remember the first pancakes you made there." He pointed to the battered and long-dormant range.

"Black Frisbees." For the first time he heard a lighter tone in her voice. "You still ate them." She looked up to find his eyes. "That was a nice thing."

In the dining room, Ryan immediately started checking the wall. He found the depression easily. "This is where you threw the pot at me."

"And missed." Lauren giggled. "I was jealous. You and Janie Heatherton. What was I thinking?"

"We were young." Ryan started the obvious. "We had no chance. Hard to believe we lasted as long as we did sometimes."

He stopped, looked at her and realized she was remembering as well.

"Maybe." she considered. "But I didn't come here because it was all bad. We sure were young though. Thinking of this place, I always think of the children's story, Babes in the Wood."

"We weren't abandoned." He vaguely recalled the story.

"No. Not by anyone but ourselves anyway." Lauren turned and started upstairs. "I guess you can tell me now. Did you and Janie ever..."

Ryan sniffed at the notion. "No."

"Good to know." She paused and looked down at him, before smirking, turning away and allowing her incredible ass to keep him stationary as he watched it. A decade had done no damage there.

Climbing slowly, one step at a time, he replayed the time they didn't even make it all the way upstairs, ripping each others' clothes and frantically making love like time itself was running out. He counted, figuring it was the fifth stair her ass rested on while he thrust into her, sweat running from them both as their hands tried to be everywhere at once. Afterwards they laughed. Not a giggle, or playful laugh, but deep, passionate heaves. Ten years on and he'd never recaptured anything like those moments.

At the top of the stairs he paused on the landing, scanned the bare floorboards and ran a weary hand around his neck. He stepped into the bathroom and saw the sink, now stained from years of neglect. Looking into the cracked mirror with his soft brown eyes, he thoughtfully felt the six-hour growth on his chin.

He stood there for almost two minutes, staring at his reflection and wondering at how little it had changed in ten years, no matter how much he'd grown up. His faded Levis, give or take an inch, could easily be the same ones from back in the day but the plain white shirt was well-pressed and gave him a clean look that had probably improved over the years. His athletic frame was still evident and his face showed a gentle poise that he had grown into. For once he didn't check the hairline that had receded a little and finished his reverie with an empty smile to the mirror.

After a jarring glance into what was going to be the nursery, he joined Lauren in the bedroom. She was staring out the window.

The room had changed color, and the only things left were an old mattress and a nightstand with a broken leg. Nothing in the room belonged to them except the memories. Ryan figured the memories were the most valuable thing anyway.

They were young back then, and learning to love was a tough assignment. It was easy to wish you knew what you did now, but he realized he only learned some of those things because of Lauren. He remembered signing simple contracts with each other, setting out childish rules about commitment and love. The paper was pink. They wrote the same words to each other, and exchanged them. Neither of them broke any rules, but they still broke each others' hearts. He still had his copy, in a box somewhere.

It was all of the usual things that caught them out—money, immaturity, jealousy, stupidity.

They had a full set of those cards. It seemed like every night they were either making love or picking a new fight, each one cutting deeper. But, every morning, they woke up in each other's arms. Sometimes they even woke up together.

"I wish we hadn't fought so much." Lauren didn't turn around.

"Me too." Ryan laughed. "The rest of the time was fun." His gaze fixed on the snapped leg of the nightstand. "Remember the time we spilled rice and noodles in the bed? God! And the time we were in the shower so long the water went cold."

He looked over and saw that she hadn't moved. Her hand fumbled in her leather jacket and he understood.

"You okay?" He moved to her. When he saw her face, she was dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"You made me cry." She tried to laugh, and failed. "Again."

"I'm sorry." His words fell heavily to the dusty floor. There was no echo, but he heard them over and over again, reminding him this was the first time he ever said them to her.

"It's funny—this house brought us so close together. And, at the same time, it ripped us apart." He started to pace the room, trying to lighten his tone. "It was such a great feeling—moving in, building a home, being with you..." He stopped, conscious he was thinking about their lovemaking. "But paying for everything, not knowing how to compromise, or even when to compromise... Man, that just sucked. I... I just had no idea."

Lauren finally turned away from the window, revealing her reddened eyes as she looked over to him.

"Neither of us had any idea," she consoled. "We knew how to hold hands and make love. We didn't know shit about paying bills and grocery shopping."

Ryan laughed and their eyes fixed. "It's good to see you."

"You too." Lauren walked into a familiar hug.

She stayed in his arms longer than he expected and his senses began firing the way only Lauren had ever woken them. He felt the lightest touch of her forehead against his cheek, and smelled the freshness of her silky hair. She sighed beneath the bulky leather jacket—a comfortable sigh, but a forlorn one.

"You still think about us?"

"Not too often." He tried to sound offhand. "Maybe once very hour or so. More on a bad day."

Lauren pulled out of his arms and looked up at him with a beaming smile.

"Fool." She playfully punched his chest. "Only you have ever made me laugh and cry in the same minute."

Ryan didn't follow her out of the bedroom, but paced around the floor and remembered long gone moments of passion and youthful innocence. He sighed and sat on the windowsill with his back to the glass. He could hear her footfalls in the other rooms. Things started to hurt. Maybe he shouldn't have come after all?

"Tell me this," Lauren marched purposefully back into the bedroom. "What moment do you remember most? What's the one image you'll never forget from this house? From us?" There was a new light in her eyes. He recognized the passionate demand, but this was a little more muted than when he last saw it.

He answered without hesitation. "The night we crept downstairs with no clothes on. You got a soda from the refrigerator and threw it to me."

Lauren sniffed. "I know, and it exploded."

"Yes," he nodded, "but you insisted on licking the soda off me." She blushed and looked away, seemingly caught again by an open wound. "I remember how beautiful you were in the light of the open refrigerator." He slapped his hands on his thighs and stood up. "Most beautiful thing I saw in all my life I think."

"I should go." She didn't move.

"Me too." Ryan stopped walking towards her.

"Just one thing though." Lauren tried to look up at him, but failed at first. When her eyes did finally meet his, they were red, and showed just a hint of fear. Ryan said nothing, and waited. "Would you hug me again?"

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, this time reaching under the jacket to feel her body and pull her to him. After a few seconds, he felt her exhale the tension.

"I've missed that." She maneuvered herself closer, her thigh resting against his, warm and inviting. This hug was longer, and she hugged back. They had been too young to handle the heat the house generated, but the flame hadn't died.

As soon as she looked up, he knew to kiss her. Their lips were timid for just a moment, then pressed harder and allowed their tongues to remember their dance steps. He felt her hands make slight circular movements on his lower back and immediately his cock started twitching its appreciation for the affection.

Her jacket slipped off easily when he eased it off her shoulders from the inside.

"I'm married." She kissed him again. "I shouldn't do this."

"So am I." He tugged at her waistband. "Take your pants off."

While she undid her belt and pulled her top over her head, Ryan quickly slipped out of his shirt, threw it onto the old mattress, and started to slide his jeans down his legs. His heart was racing the way it hadn't for years. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how it always was with Lauren, no matter how slowly they made love.

They hurriedly stripped, covering the mattress with their clothes as best they could. When her jeans had joined his, and she was down to just her bra and panties, she stood before him and looked intently into his eyes as though making one final check that they should do this. Ryan kissed her and she reached behind to undo her bra.

He was cupping her breast and rubbing the nipple with his thumb and forefinger before she pulled the bra away. He looked down and saw those familiar smallish boobs with their uncommonly dark nipples that were already hard. They weren't the only things that were hard. Ryan felt her hand find the front of his briefs. She squeezed tightly, but her fingers felt soft compared to his excitement. His free hand slipped down and paused at her hip, his fingers feeling the line of her thin panties, itching to get inside.

She was inside his first, her hand eagerly wriggling like a snake down his shaft and wrapping her fingers around him. Her fingers stretched down to his balls and pushed playfully at them. He gasped, already breathless with the building heat.

Still kissing her in a passionate rush, Ryan felt the front of her panties, pushing hard at the heat source with his whole hand and delighting that he felt her push back. He wanted to keep rubbing right where he was, but her pulling on his cock and the acceleration of the moment took over. His hand was inside her panties before her realized, his fingers along and between her folds, gliding in the liquid silk. "Oh God," he vaguely heard himself breathe.

His hand slipped out as easily as it slipped in as Lauren pulled away and eased to her knees in front of him. Without hesitation, she deftly pulled his briefs over the top of his erection and down his legs. Her eyes didn't flicker as she gazed at him, very erect and beautifully shaped. "Hello." She licked her lips involuntarily.

She continued to survey his cock without touching it, watching it twitch with anticipation less than six inches from her face. She placed a single finger on the underside and ran it down his length, then around his balls. Ryan looked down as she quietly worshipped him. He saw a huge smile on her face just before she leaned towards him and kissed the tip of his cock.

She took the weight of his balls in one hand and used the other to grip his cock firmly at its base. Then she took the head into her mouth, clamping her lips around the rim and teasing the underside of the head with her tongue, rubbing it back and forward just under the tip. Ryan closed his eyes and the years peeled away.

Lauren obviously remembered things too. Just as his balls started to retract, she stopped the rubbing with her tongue, pulled her mouth off him, and licked at the underside of his shaft.

Her hand closed a little tighter around his balls now, squeezing them gently and sending sparks up his shaft. Then she closed her mouth over the head again, clamping him tight and rubbing her tongue back along the underside of the tip. Again, the wave of pleasure built as fast as he'd ever known, and again, she knew exactly when to lift her mouth away from him.

She stood up slowly, running her hands up the outside of his legs, until their lips met again.

When they broke the kiss Ryan whispered, "Lie down." It wasn't an order. Nothing to do with domination—just facilitating the moment.

Lauren pulled off her panties and lay back on their discarded clothes. Ryan looked down and saw a look on her face he recognized. It was the look that said, "Nothing else in this world matters but you, me, and our sex." It was something between them that they could never be free of.

She settled with her legs apart, inviting. Her swollen sex was showing glistening pink. Her chest heaved with the anticipation. Ryan eased down to his knees, never taking his eyes from her pussy. His tongue ran around his lips as he savored the coming taste.

As he closed on her, Ryan twisted his head sideways a little and brought the tip of his tongue to softly touch her pussy lips. His eyes closed as he lapped his way up the outer folds of her pussy. She tasted just the same and ten years of his life disappeared in a lick. Lauren was so wet that she seemed to wash over his tongue with every slow run it made up her slit. With another long stroke of his tongue he arrived at her clit and began probing it gently. Each touch from him triggered her hips' writhing.

He was just about to push a finger into her when he felt her hands on the sides of his head, easing his face up from her sex. Her face burned with wanton desire and he knew it was time.

He let his fingers continue to rub her as he crawled two knee-steps up the mattress towards her. "I need you," she said. She reached for him, grasped his hard-on, and guided it straight to her pussy. Her legs were even wider apart now, and ready for him. He felt harder than normal, bursting.

He held himself above her while she guided the head of his cock to her pussy lips. He pushed and slid home. His eyes were closed as all other senses closed down so he could feel the moment at its finest. When he reached the end of the tunnel, he opened his eyes. Lauren was looking intently at him. "I've missed you."

"Nothing ever felt like this." He brushed a stray hair away from her face and withdrew his cock a ways so he could feel himself moving inside her. Even on that first stroke, she was pushing her pelvis up to meet him and grinding herself against him.

He felt her hands come along his sides and gently rest against his hips, starting to guide and encourage his thrusts. Lauren's face took on that look of giddy passion and need he would never forget, and had never found anywhere else. She pulled a little harder on his hips and he plunged deeper into her warm ocean. His balls were tingling already.

"Switch." Lauren whispered urgently.

It was a request he knew only too well. Immediately he rolled over and allowed Lauren to straddle him, all without them becoming uncoupled. Lauren shook her hair away from her face, let her fingertips draw slowly down his chest, and worked her pussy all around him.

Her technique for moving up and down on him was simply to pinch her thighs together, move up a few inches, and let herself fall slowly back down. The first time she settled back onto his cock, a broad smile spread across her features. "Think we can still do it?" She spoke slowly, never breaking contact with his widening eyes. Ryan nodded. Some things you just knew would always work.

He reached up and took hold of her nipple, pinching it hard, the way she always insisted he did. His other hand eased along to explore the open contours of her pussy, pausing as he found the unmistakable button that was her clit. She was swollen, and beginning to ride him harder, so he allowed his fingertips to move with her, stroking her, and teasing her. When she reached behind and found his balls, he knew she hadn't forgotten their timing, and how to make this all work the way no one else ever could.


Babes in the Wood



Her hand on his balls and her rhythm on his cock told him exactly how much to touch her. At the same time, she knew she could sense his moment by how tight his balls got and when his pelvis lost control. She controlled his moment by drawing her fingernails across his scrotum. It was all physical, yet felt telepathic.

Ryan saw her eyes close slowly and felt her fingertips run along him. He thrust up one time to meet her descending body and it was enough to tip the balance for his climax. Just as the boiling pleasure rushed through his body, he felt the first contraction of her pussy as it clamped around his twitching cock.

Now on autopilot, Lauren continued to squeeze herself up and down on him, her head thrown backwards as her body took the full jolt of each orgasmic wave. Ryan pulled hard alternately on her nipples and massaged her clit while she moved, urging her pleasure to last with his.

He grunted at crescendo of his climax and felt the first shot of come pulse into her. He continued to gush into her, and each stream was another turn on the pressure-release valve of his orgasm. Lauren's pussy pulled tight one last time, then she slumped forward, one hand on his chest, breathing deeply, fucked.

The house went quiet again when Lauren rolled off and lay beside him. Their breathing seemed to echo as the ghosts of their lovemaking fled back into the floors and walls. He reached for her hand and their fingers found familiar slots between each other. He looked over to see her staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling, her nipples still hard.

There was no shame, no desperate running away and no apparent guilt as they silently gathered their clothes and pulled them back on. Ryan held her jacket and she slipped her arms through it. When she turned and looked at him, she smiled. They were close enough to kiss, but they didn't.

"You okay?" he asked.

Lauren nodded, gave his hand one final squeeze, and turned towards the door.

Ryan closed the back door behind them, and walked her around to the front of the house. As they stood by the broken stairs, wondering how this new goodbye went, Ryan asked, "Should I... can I call you sometime?"

"Probably not." She tried to smile.

"See you here in ten years?"

"Probably."



Babes in the Woods



“Psst. Over here.” Judy said to get the girl’s attention.

“Who’s there?” Wendy Wilson said back in a loud whisper.

It was dark. Wendy had heard a noise by the woodpile and approached it tentatively.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Wendy asked.

“Come here. Come closer.” Judy pleaded.

“Come out where I can see you.” Wendy demanded.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have any clothes on.”

“Why not?”

“Could you give me yours?”

“I couldn’t do that.”

“You live in there right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well? You could go in and get another set of clothes to wear, couldn’t you? I need them right away.”

“Why don’t I just go in and get you something to wear?”

“Please, I’m in a hurry. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Let me see you first.”

“No. I’m embarrassed. Please just toss me your clothes.”

“How do I know if my clothes will fit you?”

“I’m the same size as you. I can tell from here. Please hurry.”

“You’ll make it worth my while? How?” Wendy said, unbuttoning her blouse.

“What would you want?”

“Well, I want my clothes back for starters and some money.”

“Okay, sure. How much?”

“Fifty bucks.”

“Wow, fifty bucks. Toss it here. Thanks. That’s kind of steep don’t you think?” Judy said taking the blouse from atop the pile of split wood.

“No, I think it’s fair.” Wendy said unbuttoning her shorts.

“How about your bra? I’m going to have to run a long way.” Judy asked.

“My bra!? Can’t you just make do with the blouse?”

“Please. It hurts so much when I run without one.”

“It’s got to be fifty bucks then.” Wendy said reaching back to unhook her bra.

“Toss it. Thanks. Okay, fifty bucks. You got it. How are the shorts and underwear coming?”

“Underwear!? You don’t need…”

“Com’on, fifty bucks! I think I’m renting the underwear too.” Judy insisted.

“Geez, when do I get my things back?”

“Tomorrow. I know where you live. I’ll bring them back tomorrow I promise. Thanks, this is fitting just fine. Are the shoes and socks ready yet?” Judy said from behind the wood. “By the way, can I make that a fifty dollar gift certificate?”

“Like for where?”

“I know some people at different department stores around town. I might be able to get the certificate at an employee rate and we both come out winners. Oh these shoes will fit. Thanks, this is great of you to help me out.” Then Judy came around from behind the woodpile. 

Wendy was standing in a huddle with one arm across her breasts and the other hand covering her pubs as much as possible.

“I’ve got to make tracks. Thanks again. What did you say your name was?”

“Wendy.”

“Thank you Wendy, see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, what about the fifty bucks?”

“How does The GAP sound?”

“Okay.” Wendy called back into the woods in the direction that Judy’s voice was trailing off in.

^Shit.^ Wendy thought. ^Now I‘ve got to get some clothes on myself!^

She went to the door of her house and found it locked. She went around to a window to try to catch someone. She saw her brother with a couple of his buddies. She tried to duck back out of sight, but one of them had caught her image before she could hide.


Her brother and his friends rushed to the window. Wendy danced in the yard wondering what to do and which way to go. While she was holding her arms tight against her body to hide her nudity, and before she could decide, a camera flashed.

^Oh shit. Oh shit!^ She realized, ^They’re gonna come on out and torment me.^

She dropped her arms and ran into the woods along the trail that ran behind the houses of her neighbors. She didn’t want to stop for help too close to her house, because her brother and friends would surely catch up to her to humiliate and embarrass her unmercifully. She could not go too far down the path either or she would end up at a housing complex. 

She heard voices and ducked into a clump of bushes. A couple of her brother’s friends went jogging by, talking about her as they passed.

^It is starting to get chilly,^ she began to realize, ^and it is going to start to get light eventually. I’ve got to do something.^ She looked around and then approached the house in front of her. 

She looked in. Lights were on, but no one was to anywhere be seen. She walked around to the side, still no one inside. Then she walked around to the other side where the driveway and garage were, still no one. She was ready to go through some bushes to the house next door when a car turned into the driveway lighting up her naked body as it drove in. Wendy stood shocked, her arms out to the sides, legs apart, ready to move in any direction, but could not decide. The car stopped, keeping its lights on.

A girl got out of the passenger seat and called out, “Hey you. What are you doing there?”

Wendy darted for a car in a carport.

“We can see you. Why are you sneaking around my house?” the girl asked sternly.

Her boyfriend got out and walked up next to her. “You go that way and I’ll go this way.” He said.

Wendy bolted to the next object of cover, a boat on a trailer. “Don’t come any closer. Please!” She called out.

The girl and her boyfriend stopped. “Come out of there then.” She called back.

“No, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have any clothes on.”

“Why not?”

“I gave them to someone else.”

“Right.” The girl said sarcastically. “Why would you do that?”

“She was naked and needed them.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you give up your clothes to someone else that was naked so you’d have to be the one running around in the nude instead?”

“She is going to give me fifty bucks.”

“A friend of yours?”

“Ah, no.”

“What’s her name?”

“Ah, I don’t know.”

“You’re going to have to come out and talk to us if you want us to get you any clothing to wear.” The boyfriend demanded.

“Please, can’t you give me anything to wear first?”

“How about handing over the fifty bucks then.” The girl said.

“Ah, I don’t have it. It is going to be a gift certificate for The GAP.”

“A lot of good that does you now. Looks like you have to do what we say if you want any help from us.” The girl said.

“Okay, but please don’t look.”

“Right. Like you’ve got a choice.” The girl observed.

Wendy started to come around the boat hugging her body for modesty until she began to hear the faint voices of her brother’s friends walking back complaining about losing her.

“Whose that? Anybody you know?”

“It’s some guys after me.”

“So, do you want to go with them, or cooperate with us?” She challenged.

“With that Wendy stepped out from around the boat, looked anxiously in the direction of the voices getting closer and said, “I’ll cooperate, just please don’t let them know I’m here.”

“That is a lot of requests for someone who has nothing to offer.” The boyfriend said.

“Please, could I have some of your clothes?” Wendy asked.

“Let us see you first, take your hands away.” The boyfriend insisted.

Wendy took her arms down and held one hand in the other down if front of her while the two circled her and ogled her nude beauty.

“Now, could I please have some of your clothes?” Wendy said padding in place.

“Go ahead Mel, give her something.” The boyfriend suggested.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Melody said.

“Yeah, let’s see if your body compares with hers.” He challenged.

Melody seemed to spark from the challenge. She was proud of her body, nineteen years old, fully developed breasts on an athletic body. Her boyfriend Peter was sparing in his compliments to her, but he often demonstrated that he admired it. It was just that he had too much of a roving eye for Melody’s tastes. She wanted to win this showdown with Wendy who was pretty enough, but not as athletic looking, so she peeled off her clothes in a pile without offering them to Wendy.

“The bra and panties too, let’s make it fair.” Peter said.

Melody rolled her eyes and groaned, but complied. She stood proudly with one hand on her hip, all her weight on that leg, daring her boyfriend to pick Wendy over her. Peter put his chin in his hands and walked around the two making a serious comparison between them.

“Humm, I think it’s a tie.” Peter declared.

“What!?” Melody said in shock and then anger.

“She has nicer tits and you have nicer legs.” He said to his girlfriend.

Melody thought she had pretty nice breasts too, but was glad she won the lower body face off. “What’s wrong with my breasts?” She challenged.

“Oh, nothing.” Peter said. “I like them alright, but there is something about these…” He said while hefting Wendy’s breast.

“Hey!” Wendy said backing away.

“I just can’t decide who gets to wear the clothes.” He said.

“They’re my clothes.” Melody protested in shock at his trying to take ownership of them.

“No, they go to the one of you who pleases me the most.” He said picking them up and holding them up and away from her.

“Hey, I’m your girlfriend. She’s a naked stranger running in the woods.” Melody reminded.

“Sure but she came here for your help. It would please me to see you be a little more generous right now.” He said.

“Go to hell. Give me back my clothes. Give them back to me right now!”

“I think with your attitude She gets to wear them.” He said handing them to Wendy and stiff-arming Melody in the process.

While Melody and Peter faced off and argued, Wendy quickly put on Melody’s clothes and when she was dressed, she yelled “thank you” as she ran back to her house.

Peter laughed while Melody flailed away at his upper arms.

“Well, if you’re gonna be that way, I’ll just take off.” Peter finally said, and went for his car.

“No, wait!” Melody screamed hitting his hood as he backed out. “Come back here, you asshole!” She screamed as he squealed his tires in leaving.

^Oh shit, now what?^ Melody panicked.

She tried the door, but her key was still in her clothes. She was alone this weekend in her family’s home hoping to have quality make out time with Peter while her parents were away on vacation. Now she was locked out until she could get a key. This phantom naked wood nymph had come to her house and run off with her clothes and her only means of entrance. The only other key she knew about was the one her parents exchanged with the neighbors across the street, if they still had it.

^Oh no not that!^ She realized. The Johnson’s were nice enough. Mrs. Johnson seemed pretty progressive in her dress and demeanor and Melody had always looked up to her. Mr. Johnson, however, started to make her feel uncomfortable from the time her body filled out in high school. Now that she was in community college, and technically of legal age, Mr. Johnson was frequently commenting on her looks and making passes at her, which she constantly had to rebuff.

^Maybe I can just get Mrs. Johnson to come to the door without Mr. Johnson.^ She hoped and decided to cross the street and try. As luck would have it, the first three times she tried to cross, a car would come by with headlights threatening to incriminate her in her condition. She ended up scurrying back to her house like a squirrel.

When she crossed successfully, she went to try the front doorbell, but another car sent her scurrying around to the side of the house. The chilly air nipped at her nipples, and her juices flowed from the sensations of the night air on her skin and the changing textures of the ground on her bare feet. She followed it around to peer over the fence into the backyard. Padding in place she saw people in the Johnson’s hot tub.

With their backs to her and just the tops of the heads exposed, all she could see was a female hairdo, and it didn’t look like Mrs. Johnson. Then she saw female clothing draped over one of the chairs between her and the spa. She felt a sudden pang of guilt wash over her as she contemplated sneaking up to the chairs and pilfering what she needed. Being more concerned for her nudity than getting into her house for the moment, she slowly and ever so carefully opened the gate. Once inside, she stealthily moved in a crouch over to the deck keeping the chair between her and the spa. At the edge of the deck she approached the chair on hands and knees when suddenly she felt something poke at her nether lips.

She turned to sit and face her attacker. It was the Johnson’s friendly golden retriever. When it dove for her pussy from the front to give it a couple of snorts and maybe a lick, Melody pulled its head up and tried to scratch it around the ears, “There, there Sandy, nice to see you too,” she whispered. But, the dog wanted to sniff her snatch more than receive the attention around the ears and kept diving for Melody’s female scent. Melody had neither the strength to fend it off nor the daring to fight harder fearing she might draw attention to her presence, so she crawled quickly to the chair and slowly reached up while Sandy licked and snorted furiously along her pussy. She turned again and put on the underwear panties but Sandy licked through them. Then she put on the shorts, and then Sandy started to lick her nipples. She pulled on the tube-top and then Sandy licked her face. She grabbed the shoes, got up, and made a mad dash for the gate with Sandy bounding along behind her. When she slammed the gate to keep Sandy in, she heard a voice from the spa call out, “Who’s there?”

She started to run down the driveway when the spa inhabitants approached the gate. As she hopped to pull on the last shoe, a car turned into the driveway. It was the Johnson’s. For the moment she was trapped between the Johnson’s and the naked group at the gate to the backyard. Mr. Johnson got out first and while walking around to open the car door for his wife he asked, “Hey Mel. Nice outfit. What are you doing over here this late at night?” Melody proceeded to tell him she needed the key to her house while the naked strangers bolted out of the backyard with their clothes in their hands.

“Whose that?” Mrs. Johnson asked.

“I don’t know. I thought it was you guys.” Melody explained. Fortunately, the dim light didn’t reveal her blushing skin color, but there was no hiding her rock hard nipples poking out through the thin material of the stretchy tube-top.

The group from the hot tub made it to their car. All got in except the naked girl whose clothes Melody had ripped off. She was screaming softly but insistently to be let in. The boys would open the door and as she would start to get in they would pull the car ahead and then stop. This game went on for a while until someone rolled down the window and said to the naked victim, “What’ll you give me if I let you in, Rache?”

Rachel replied, “Com’on this isn’t funny. Let me in.”

“We dare you to go through that park, and we’ll pick you up on the other side. We promise.”

“That’s no fair.” Rachel protested. “I am already on a dare to get in a stranger’s hot tub naked with you guys.”

“It will get you extra bonus points for the end of the contest.”

“You’ll be there … on the other side … at Oak and Lane?”

“At Oak and Lane; we’ll be waiting.”

“You promise.” Rachel said as the window rolled up and they were off.

^Oh shit! This could be dangerous.^ She realized. ^What if a stranger comes out and attacks me.^ Her only hope, she realized at this point, was to make her way across the wooded park and not be seen. ^Those assholes better be waiting for me or I’ll …^

Her thoughts were interrupted by voices coming her way. She ducked into a frog squat under the cover of bushes at the corner of the last house on the block before crossing the street to the park. The couple came to a stop at the corner and embraced in a long drawn out passionate kiss. Rachel was trapped for the moment. If she were to get up from her squat the street light would reflect off of her white skin, especially her milky white breasts and pubic areas inside her well defined tan lines. While she waited, a curious cat came meandering up to her and leaned against her for friction in passing. When the warm Rachel did nothing, the cat turned and walked beneath her arching and swaying her back to keep in contact with Rachel’s own pussy as it passed under her. Rachel uttered a groan and immediately covered her mouth with both hands.

“Did you hear something?” The woman on the sidewalk asked breaking from the embrace she was enjoying with her male partner.

“It’s probably just some animal or something.” The man said and re-embraced her for another kiss.

Meanwhile, the cat had turned and wanting to rub its back against the warm human again slithered underneath this time from the rear. Rachel couldn’t get her hand down in time to stop it so she tried to quell her utterances, “ah, ah, eeeeeeee …” instead.

This time the man stopped the kiss. “That is one strange sounding animal. Maybe it is sick or rabid.”

“Maybe it is wounded.” She added.

The sensations for Rachel were so surprising and intense that by the time the tail grazed her spread pussy pedals she got faint and fell over into the bushes making a loud crackling sound.

“My god, whatever it is, it sounds like a big bugger. Let’s go.” The man advised.

Rachel started to remove the poking branches from her side when the cat came by for a sideways lean into her pussy again. She was too weak to shoo it away and didn’t want to bring the couple back so she let the cat’s fur glide along her nether region and legs one more time. She was propelled into a state of bliss. “Hey! Where are you going?” She whispered a scream of shock at the now bored cat. “Get back here!” But the cat had its own agenda, which no longer included rubbing up against this human.

Rachel tried to rub the sexual itch away herself, but then realized that the guys would be waiting for her at the other side of the park, at least for a while. She got back up in a crouch and looked around, her head feverish from the stimulation, her pussy itching for relief, and her side smarting from the branches poking her in her fall. She watched for the occasional car and made a beeline across the street under the light. Her breasts bobbled so she held them with her hands as she moved in a stealthy crouch. When she got to the park she realized she had the choice of crossing the open field where the sunbathers, Frisbee tossers, and dog walkers all shared the open space during the day, the path along the edge that the joggers and amblers shared at all hours, or go directly through the woods that was crisscrossed with trails but none lit or any that would directly traverse the park. She hid just off the path in the woods trying to decide which way to go.

Off across the green grass she could see no one as far as the streetlights would go. Along the paved path no one could be seen in either direction. And, the woods would provide the most cover, but there was no telling what it might do to her bare feet and legs. She decided to follow the paved path, which although it provided immediate cover should she need to duck into the woods, it was longer than straight across the green area.

She started off, trying to run but finding the need to stay more on the balls of her feet on the pavement. She wanted to cover her nudity with an arm across her breasts and a hand over her bikini area, but found that she needed to cradle each breast in a hand to maintain maximum progress. As the path curved, she hoped she would end up at Oak and Lane where her ride would be waiting. It was more difficult to be certain in the dark only occasionally punctuated by overhead lighting. She slowed to a walk to think about the direction she was going. As she was deciding if she was heading the right way, she became surrounded by a swirl of friendly dogs. There were only two, but it seemed like twenty as they ran around her barking, jumping, and sniffing. When she tried to calm one down, the other poked its snout in the area of her unfulfilled excitement. She would turn to deal with that one and the other would snort a whiff. 




Babes in the Woods



"Now remember," Sharon's mom said, "We won't be here when you get back. We've got the community function tonight, and the brunch tomorrow, so we won't be back until around 5 or 6 tomorrow night. I'm sure you two girls can handle things while we're gone."

"No problem mom," came Sharon's answer.

"Sure, we'll be fine," said Dani."

It was late in the morning on a warm Thursday in July, and Dani and Sharon had been hiking for two hours. Just out of high school, Dani, a very pretty blonde, and Sharon, an auburn-haired beauty, were spending two weeks with Sharon's parents at their summer house in the country. They'd been up before, but this time was going to be way different. Sharon's folks had told the two teen beauties about this trail, how it had some spectacular views, and best of all, was really off the beaten path, so few people used it.

The solitude of the trail not only meant it wouldn't be overrun with hikers, but on this day, in the middle of the week, the two girls would be the only ones on it. Dani pulled a joint out of her pocket and lit up, taking a long toke. She reached back to Sharon, who was walking behind. Sharon took it and puffed away. As they hiked, the two teens passed the potent joint back and forth, getting high as they walked.

As Sharon took the last drag from the joint she said, passed what was left to her galpal and asked, "Do you know what I'd really love right now?"

"Another blunt," Dani replied, looking at the tiny stump she'd just been handed, "This one's gone."

"No silly," Sharon came back with. Again she stated "Do you know what I'd really really love right now?"

Dani stopped, turned and asked "I give up, what?"

The pot had made Sharon quite horny, and walking behind her friend, staring at her tight little ass wrapped in her tight little shorts, and her long smooth legs deep in the woods had given her a very carnal idea.

Sharon stepped closer to Dani and whispered "I'd like to watch you play with yourself."

Dani, who was just as horny, replied "Right here in the woods? What if someone sees?"

"Come on," Sharon pleaded, "there's nobody around. I don't think we have to worry".

Dani smiled as she turned and walked a little way up the trail, and slipped her small backpack off her shoulder, dropping it to the ground. She started walking backwards as her hand slid into the waistband of her shorts. Sharon shook her head "no" and told Dani she wanted her to masturbate for her stark naked. Dani licked her lips as she stopped, bent down and untied her hiking boots. She kicked them off, than removed her socks. Her t-shirt followed, and as she dropped it to the ground, she unhooked her bra. Letting it slide off her shoulders, Dani fondled her own breasts.

Sharon just stared, feeling an ache in her pussy, but doing nothing to sooth it. Not yet. Dani unbottuned her shorts, letting them slide down her long, smooth legs. Her panties were soaked, and she removed them, tossing them aside. She than leaned against a tree, and while one hand lifted one perfect teen tit to her mouth, the other hand slid down her flat belly. Dani's tongue started licking her nipple, while her fingers teased her throbbing pussy. 

As Dani masturbated, Sharon walked closer. She walked around her friend, watching as she rolled her head back, licking her lips, touching her body. She listened as Dani's low moans and sighs mixed with the surrounding forest sounds, the light breeze through the treetops, the buzz of an occasional insect. Sometimes Sharon would brush her girlfriends lips with a finger, or lightly touch her body. She slowly poured water down the front of Dani's nude body, watching it glisten on the wispy pussy hairs. Dani didn't have much hair on her quim (neither did Sharon), a fact Sharon liked, as she looked forward to tongue-fucking her best friend for the first time.

This went on for a while until Sharon leaned into Dani and whispered "Are you wet? Are you dripping?"

Dani opened her eyes and looked over, pulling her finger out of her drenched pussy and showing it to Sharon. It glistened with her sweet juices. Sharon took her girlfriends cum covered fingers into her mouth, seductively licking every bit of Dani's sweetness from them.

"Mmmm," she said, "I'd love to taste some more. May I?"

Sharon started to go down when Dani turned away. Sharon looked up, and Dani indicated "No".

"I want you stark naked just like me," she told Sharon, "I want you to strip bare-assed naked." Sharon was only to happy to oblige. Sharon slowly disrobed, staring straight into Dani's eyes. Their gaze never broke as Sharon removed each article of her clothing, tossing them this way and that, and as she stripped, Dani stroked her dripping pussy.

Once she was totally nude, Sharon embraced Dani, their tongues wrapping around the other, their hands going between the others parting thighs, palming their perfect ass cheeks, stroking each others smooth bodies, licking each others pussies, sucking their pert nipples.

After a bit, Dani took Sharons hand, and led her off the trail and into the woods, leaving all their clothes behind. Neither one cared as they strolled towards a cool stream they could hear babbling in the distance. The cool mountain water would feel exhilirating on their hot young naked bodies as they made torrid lesbian love to eachother.

Once they reached the babbling stream, they waded in. The water was only a few inches deep, but icy cold, and as the two young teens lay down, the cold water made them tingle, stiffening their already stiff nipples, and contrasting deeply with their hot, wet boxes.

They rolled around, kissing deeply, getting wetter and wetter, in more ways than one. Dani lay on her back and spread her perfect thighs, allowing Sharon to work her tongue down her flat belly and into her pussy.

Sharon tongue fucked Dani deeply, getting turned on by Dani's soft moans and sighs. After a while, they switched, so Dani could munch on Sharon's hot pussy. Then they lay face to face, once again deep kissing and finger fucking. Dani rolled over, thrusting her perfect round ass cheeks in the air. Sharon buried her face between them, tongue-fucking Dani from behind...

Traci hiked down the trail. She was a pretty brunette, and she really liked her job as a summer park employee. Not quite ranger status, but she was working towards it. She attended a local college (this was her second year), and this job worked out perfect. The pay was good, the hours were good, and the job was ideal for an outdoorsy girl like herself -- just make sure other hikers were OK and the trail was in good shape.

Best of all, during slow times like this, she would often strip naked, playing with herself and skinny-dipping. Frolicking in the woods nude was a real turn on for her. Traci absolutely loved being naked, and if she was lucky, sometimes she'd spy on a couple making love. So far they were all guy-girl. Traci liked guys, but secretly yearned to spy on two women having sex. She'd had a couple of lesbian experiences, but none in the woods.

As she came down the trail, she saw the clothes scattered around. "Great," she thought, "probably another couple."

Imagine her surprise when she examined the clothes and discovered they were all girls clothes. She held the two pairs of still wet panties in her hands, licking them, and feeling her own panties moisten. She looked around, listening, and heard faint splashing, moans and giggles in the distance.

"Ahhhh," Traci said to herself, "the stream. Good choice. That's where I'd be."

Traci left her backpack and hiking boots behind a tree and set out in the direction of the stream. What she found was beyond heaven. As Traci approached, she could hear the sounds of their love making. She stopped to listen as she undid her shorts and slid her hand into her drenched panties. Getting a wicked idea, Traci began to disrobe as she listened to Dani and Sharon fuck. She wanted to be totally nude when she saw them.

Traci was so turned on that she wanted her clothing as far away as possible. The danger of not having easy access to her clothes if she was caught was turning her on. When she had removed her last article of clothing, she stuffed everything into her shorts and heaved them behind her. Unfortunately in her aroused state she never took note of where they landed.

Now completely undressed, Traci continued on. Parting the bushes, she saw, not 20 feet away, Dani and Sharon, without a single stich of clothing on. They were both lying in the stream, soaking wet and 69ing each other. Traci's hand immediately went between her legs, staring intently as the two teens hungrily tongue fucked eachother.

She moaned and bit her lip when the two objects of her affection began to trib, grinding their drenched pussies against the other. Furiously masturbating, one hand working her cunt from the front while the other reached around behind and worked her clit from the rear, Traci fantasized about joining them, her orgasm building. Traci reached the point of no return and forcefully came. She practically screamed as her cum sprayed from her swollen quim. The two teens immediately looked up.

"Who's there?" Sharon asked as the two girls tried to hide their nudity with each others bodies. The jig being up, Traci came out from behind the bushes.

"I was making my rounds when I saw your clothes," Traci tried to explain.

Dani cut her off. "Rounds?" she asked. "Are you a ranger or something?"

"No, I'm not a real ranger, just a summer employee of the department. I'm just as civilian as you."

Both teens looked at Traci. "So, you can't arrest us?" Even if she could Traci would have a tough case, given the current situation.

"No," said Traci, "all I can do is watch and enjoy."

"Well, you shouldn't have been spying on us," pointed out Sharon. "WE should punish YOU," she said teasingly. Traci liked the way she said it.

"Come here for a spanking," Dani said.

Traci stepped out from behind the bushes, who were pleasantly surprised to see she was just as naked as they were. Traci turned and bent over, presenting her perfect ass to them. As Dani began to spank Traci's smooth round cheeks, Sharon bent down and began to deep kiss her. Traci began to masturbate while Dani spanked her and Sharon tongue kissed her. Dani stopped spanking and began to grind her drenched nether area against Traci's smooth ass. Traci stood up, pressing her body into Dani's while Sharon pressed hers against Traci's.

Soon, all three girls were back in the stream, licking each others pussies in a big circle. Then Traci and Sharon began to doubleteam Dani, both their tongues lapping at Dani's dripping pussy. Traci spun around and lowered her perfect ass towards Dani's face. Dani buried her face between Traci's cute, round ass cheeks, lapping greedily at her soaked twat.

Meanwhile, Sharon and Traci's tongues wrapped around eachother, a thread of spittle dripping from them. Sharon reached down and behind her, her fingers finding Dani's more than eager cunt. Dani thrust her hips back and forth while Sharon finger fucked her.

It was heaven, and they never heard (since they were a little too far away) the skunks back on the trail fighting over the scattered clothing looking for snacks. What they didn't carry off they tore to shreds. They sprayed their stink over everything else. They also found Traci's boots and pack, and fought over them, too. The skunks than wandered away, leaving behind torn, shredded and very smelly boots, clothes and packs.

Meanwhile, the three young beauties continued their lesbian orgy. Fingers and tongues stroked, probed and licked everywhere, driving the girls to orgasm again and again. If only two made love, the other would watch and masturbate. They rolled around in the stream's ice-cold water, their nipples stiff, their pussies dripping. For almost two hours, they engaged in torrid, sapphic sex.

When they were finally finished, they lay in each others arms, drying off in the hot summer sun.

Their lust satiated, the three girls walked back to the trail to where they had left their stuff. As they got closer, they noticed the smell.

"What's that?" asked Dani.

"Skunks," came Traci's dispirited reply. They couldn't believe what they found. All of Dani and Sharon's clothes, their packs and boots were torn and tattered, scattered everywhere and stinking to high heaven. Nothing was salvagable. They'd have to remain totally nude.

"Let's get out of here, or we'll smell just as bad" Traci suggested as she searched unsuccessfully for her discarded clothing. The stench literally hung in the air. "There's a ranger station not to far from here. It should be empty," Traci hoped.

Dani and Sharon followed Traci down the trail. While none of them said it, all three were very turned on by their forced outdoor nudity. They came to a slow-moving creek, which they followed to a bridge. Traci, Sharon and Dani walked up the slope to a two-lane road, since the only other way was to swim under the bridge. As they crossed the road, Traci walked onto the bridge. With her back turned to Sharon and Dani, she brushed her silky pussy hair with her hand. Dani didn't notice, but Sharon did.

She walked over to Traci, embraced her, and pressed her front to Traci's back. She kissed the back of Traci's neck, while Traci began to stroke her own pussy; Sharon did the same to herself. Traci tilted her back onto Sharon's shoulder while both girls moved up and down in rythym, masturbating together.

Traci than slowly turned around, looked deep into Sharon's eyes, held her around the waist and deep-kissed her. Sharon quickly returned the favor, and soon their lust took over. As Dani watched, Traci and Sharon were going at it right in the middle of the bridge. Holding her around the waist, Traci backed Sharon to the bridge's railing.

She licked her way down Sharon's perfect body, past her pert, round breasts with their pert little nipples, down her flat belly, down into the light, downy hair covering her now soaked, throbbing twat. Traci's tongue licked and probed Sharon's pussy, revelling in the sweet taste of her juices.

Sharon spread her legs as far as they'd go, moaning as Traci tongue fucked her and stroked her ass cheeks. Dani watched the entire time while finger-fucking herself, than hurried over and straddling Traci, leaned into Sharon and started to French kiss her friend, while the two massaged each others breasts.

Traci reached around and began to finger Dani. Soon, Dani joined Traci at Sharon's pussy. This went on for a half hour, when suddenly the sound of a truck could be heard in the distance. Panicked, the three very naked and still very horny girls hurried down the slope into the water. The shock of the cold water coupled with their sexual ecstasy resulted in a trio of spurting orgasms.

All three girls stroked their own quim as girl cum flew everywhere. Overcome by their lust, the engaged in a torrid three-way deep kiss and finger fuck as the truck rumbled past. They suckled each others nipples and tongued their nude bodies as they fucked in the chilly waters under the bridge.

As the truck rumbled away, the three climbed back up the slope to the bridge. Sharon had to pee. Feeling very naughty at their close call, Sharon hung her ass over the bridge railing and began to pee. She was joined by Dani and Traci.

"Imagine if the truck came back and caught us," Dani said. 

"Yeah, three bare-assed babes pissing off the bridge," Traci added. "We'd either have to let them watch us finish or take off running while we pissed all over ourselves."

With that thought in their heads, the three girls finished peeing and began to masturbate to another spurting orgasm.

Eventually, they reached the ranger cabin. No one was there (thank goodness) and Traci gave them shirts and shorts to wear. Than they all climbed into the park Jeep® for the ride back to Sharon's family summer house. As they drove back, Dani mentioned that nobody would be back at the house.

"That's right," said Sharon. "It'll just be the three of us. The three of us, an outdoor hot tub, some wine, some pot, a whole lot of girl-on-girl fun."

An entire night of threeway, lesbian sex. With that, the Jeep® shot forward, as the three beauties began to tear their clothes off... 



Babes in the Woods



"Ahhh, the great outdoors," said Meghan breathing deeply. "It's good to get back to nature."

"If you say so, "said Christy. She slapped at the mosquito that had landed on her arm and continued pulling gear out of the trunk of her car. They had packed enough to camp for a few days in the mountains, so there wasn't much to unpack. The sun was almost at full strength and Christy had discarded her jacket on the ride up. She felt exposed in a white tank top and cutoffs after being covered up all winter long. "Remind me why we're doing this again."

"Why? We're doing this so that we can enjoy the fresh air and the smell of pine," said Meghan.

"We can also enjoy pine sap and the smell of bug repellent," replied Christy.

"We can sleep under the stars and roast marshmallows," said Meghan.

"We can see snakes and experience a lack of hygiene," said Christy.

"We're getting away from our routines," said Meghan

"We're also getting away from cell phone service," said Christy.

"Best of all, it's the perfect way to get out of town and forget about that jerk you used to date," said Meghan. "Besides, where else can we relax in our lawn chairs and enjoy these?" She pulled a cooler out of the trunk and opened it. Inside were three bottles of wine, a couple of six-packs of beer, and a bottle of vodka.

"Good Lord! I was wondering what was in there. You do realize that we're only going to be gone for a few days, right?" asked Christy.

"Then I guess we better get drinking," said Meghan reaching for a beer.

"Not so fast! First, we set up camp. When that's done we can dig into the cooler."

"If you insist," said Meghan with a shake of her golden tresses.

Within a half hour, the women were loungingn chairs wearing their sunglasses. Meghan and Christy had a couple of empty beer bottles at their feet and another couple in their chair cup holders. The sun was beating down on them and the only sound was the buzz of insects.

"By the way, I really like your new look. It makes your green eyes really pop. I'd cut my hair into a bob if my hair was dark like yours," said Meghan as she took off her sunglasses..

"And give up your blonde bombshell persona? The public wouldn't allow it! I'm glad you like it, though. You seem to be the only one," said Christy.

"What's-his-face didn't like your hair? Shocking. Oh well, that just another reason why you're better of without him," said Meghan.

"Brian preferred long hair like yours. Actually, he made sure to mention that he preferred your hair."

Meghan rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you put up with that guy for as long as you did. You are smart and sexy and he didn't appreciate you."

"You think I'm sexy?" Christy asked.

Meghan smirked and put her sunglasses back on. Christy stared at her friend; Meghan's comment had taken her by surprise. Christy had always thought of Meghan as the sexy one and that she was just the sidekick. She wasn't tall and tan like Meghan and men's' gazes seem to glide right over her to land on Meghan. With her blonde hair and warm, brown eyes, Meghan had always attracted a male following. She had the outgoing, vivacious personality to match Christy envied her for that. She wished that she could be that carefree.

She looked at her friend with admiration. Only Meghan could look buxom on a camping trip. Her khaki shorts rode up on her long, lean legs. Her camp shirt stretched against her shapely breasts and Christy realized that it was very sheer, too. Meghan's nipples were hard and poked through the fabric.

"Meg, are you wearing a bra?" Christy asked.

"No," Meghan replied with a smile, "I'm getting back to nature and I take it very seriously. Undergarments are far too restricting."

"I suppose that means you're not wearing any panties, either."

"That's right, I'm not wearing any and it feels great."

"That must be nice," said Christy.

"You should give it a try," said Meghan. 

Christy thought it over. She had always wanted to be as carefree as her friend and now she had her chance. Meghan was right: being in the great outdoors could be liberating. Suddenly, all her worries seemed so trivial. It was difficult to worry about anything while listening to the rustling of trees in the wind and the chirping of birds. 

She eyed her friend and imagined how it must feel to feel the sun warming her skin through her clothes. She couldn't help but picture what Meghan's body looked like underneath her clothes. She imagined that her breasts were full and smooth. She could also picture her erect nipples and wondered what it felt like to take them into her mouth. 

Christy tried to clear the images out of her mind. Meghan was her friend and she shouldn't be thinking about her that way. That didn't stop her from thinking about letting her mind wander to the smooth curves of Meghan's hips and her flat stomach. Christy blushed as her mind dipped a little further.

"I think I will," said Christy, summoning her courage. She stood up and turned to walk towards the tent.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To change out of these undergarments."

"There's nothing from stopping you from doing that right here," said Meghan. She motioned Christy to stand in front of her chair. "Show me what you got," she challeneged.

"Oh, what the hell, : said Christy. She stood in front of Meghan and turned away from her. She slipped of her her tee and tossed it at Meghan. She slid off her cargo shorts and kicked off her shoes and socks until she was clad in just a pink racerback bra and a polka-dot bikini. She faced Meghan and struck a pose.

"Va-va-va-voom, " said Meghan. She gave Christy a whistle and Christy turned away to remove her bra and panties. As she reached for the front clasp her clasp bra, Meghan stopped her.

"That's it? Are you going to tease me without showing me the goods?"

Christy laughed nervously and turned to face Meghan again. Meghan grinned at her.

"That's better. Now let's get started," said Meghan. She spread her legs a little and beckoned to Christy. "Dance for me. Take it off real slow," she joked.

At first, all Christy could do was rock back and forth. She took deepth breaths of the crisp mountain air and felt braver. Christy gently rocked her hips and leaned forward to give her shoulders a shimmy. She closed her eyes and continued to twist her body, laughing as she shook her head. 

When she opened her eyes, Meghan was staring at the sway in her breasts and Christy's mood turned sober. She reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra and felt a flush that reached down to her toes. 

Christy locked eyes with Meghan as she reached between her breasts and unhooked the clasp. She slid it off and ran her sweating hands over her breasts and tilted her head back it ecstasy. She hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She tossed them over to Meghan and noticed that they were damp and heavy. Meghan snatched them up and brought them to her face. 

"Getting a little excited, Chrsity?" she asked as she brought them to her nose. "Of course, I could tell that just by looking at you," Meghan said. Her eyes lingered on Christy's firm breasts, where her nipples were pointing out almost painfully, before traveling down to the tuft of hair between her legs. Christy looked down to see that the inside of her thighs were slick and shiny. Meghan stood up and sauntered over to Christy and knelt in front of her. 

"This is why I can't understand why that boyfriend of yours didn't treat you right. You have such a sexy body. Take your breasts, "said Meghan. She slipped a nipple into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it. "How could anyone resist doing this? They're so receptive." She sucked hard and grazed the nipple with her teeth. Christy's hips bucked forward and a moan escaped her lips. 

Christy guided Meghan over to her other breast and Meghan sucked and twirled her tongue around it. She trailed a sting of kisses from Christy's chest down to her stomach. "And who could resist tasting every inch of this creamy skin?" 

She dipped her head even lower until she had her nose at the lips of Christy's pussy. She stroked the neat triangle of dark hair on her mound. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and relishing the aroma. She stuck out her tongue and gently ran it up the length of Christy's slit. "God Christy, your so fucking wet!" Meghan exclaimed. She slowly circled Christy's clit with her tongue. 

Christy groaned and stroked Meghan's hair. "We shouldn't be doing this here," she told Meghan between moans.

Meghan looked up. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I just think we should move to the tent," said Christy with a grin. "It's more comfortable there."

The women raced to the tent and collapsed onto their sleeping bags. Meghan wrenched open Christy's legs and lapped at her pussy lips. Christy's pussy was engorged and Meghan had no trouble sliding her fingers around her hole. Before she could even slide a finger inside, Christy began to buck. 

"Oh God! Meg, I'm coming!" Meghan gripped Christy's thighs and buried her face into Christy as her pussy convulsed with pleasure. Christy spasmed and Meghan felt her face getting soaked. Christy grabbed Meghan's hair and pushed her face harder into her slit. She ground her clit into Meghan's face until her convulsions subsided.

Chirsty collapsed onto the sleeping bag and Meghan released her grip. Meghan crawled up Christy's body slipping a nipple into her mouth. She let it go with a pop and kissed Christy on the lips.

"Was that your first time with a woman?" Meghan asked.

"Yes! I've never done anything like that," laughed Christy.

"How was it?" Meghan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, it was wonderful! In fact, it was so wonderful that I'd like to return the favor," said Christy. She helped Meghan get out of her clothes and marveled at her friend's body. Her breasts were even more perfect than she'd imagined. Her nipples were tightly puckered and were coral-colored. She rubber her thumbs over them and Meghan groaned.

"Rough me up," Meghan purred.

"Yes ma'am," said Christy as she dove for Meghan breasts. She fondled Meghan's breasts as she teased the nipples with her tongue and teeth. She reached between Meghan's legs, but Meghan stopped her.

"Not so fast. I've got a little something, said Meghan. She reached for the backpack that was in the corner of the tent and unzipped it. She pulled out a vibrator and handed it to Christy.

"Now let's get back to business," said Meghan as she spread her legs. Christy turned the toy over in her hand. It was shaped like a penis and was made of a pink rubber that was firm yet smooth. She flipped on the vibrator and sunk between Meghan's legs.

She lightly touched Meghan's clit with the tip of the toy and Meghan sighed. Christy sunk a finger into Meghan's pussy and spread juices up Meghan's slit. She caressed Meghan's puffy lips and stroked her shaved pussy.

Christy felt herself getting wet again as she played with Meghan. She moved the vibrator along Meghan's slit and bent down to suckle on her stiff clit. She slid the vibrator into Meghan and watched for Meghan's hungry reaction. She slid the vibrator in further and pressed the head against her g-spot. 

Meghan caressed her own breasts as Christy slipped the vibrator in and out of Meghan's pussy. Meghan shuddered and arched her backed. She pinched her nipples harder and Christy held the vibrator inside Meghan and tongued her clit.

Meghan's thighs clamped around Christy's head as she climaxed. She moaned and lifted her hips to meet Christy's mouth. She cried out and squeezed her breasts one last time before her body relaxed. Christy turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside.

"Wow," gasped Meghan.

"Tell me about it," said Christy.

"Have you changed your mind yet?" Meghan asked.

"About what?" Christy asked.

"About camping, of course," said Meghan, propping herself up on her elbows.

"I have seen the light. Thank you mother nature! I'm definitely going to like getting back to nature," she said as she leaned in to give Meghan a kiss on the cheek.



Babes in the Woods



To her horror she heard a man’s voice whistling and calling the dogs. She wanted to run for cover, but the dogs energetically bounding around her effectively prevented her escape. “Here Rooster, here Bull.” The man called. One dog jumped up and Rachel held his paws while it licked her neck and chin. The other dog was running its hairy snout up the insides of her legs tracing the extent of the scent her excitement had left. “Down boy, come here Bull.” The man ordered as he got close enough to apologize and introduce himself as Randy. “I’m sorry for that. My boys get as excited seeing a beautiful naked woman alone outdoors at night as I do.”

Rachel rushed to cover herself from the young man’s glare. “Thank you Randy. Can you hold your dogs while I get going? I have to meet my ride before it leaves.”

“What, are you a streaker or something?”

“Yes, kind of. It is on a dare.”

“Oh, I see. Well, this is not the best place to be at this time of night. Maybe I should accompany you to keep you safe.”

There was something about his voice that made Rachel think it was the best thing to do under the circumstances. “That would be nice, would you let me wear your tee-shirt?”

“I thought you were in the park on a dare. That wouldn’t be honoring the challenge now would it?”

Rachel could appreciate the logic in that, and he hadn’t forced himself on her as yet. “Okay,” she said as she turned to go, her arm across her breasts and a hand over her furry triangle, “it is this way I think.” She said with a head nod. She walked on as fast as she could impatient to reach the waiting car and wanting to minimize the view she was giving the man behind her of the muscles in her legs and the jiggle in her butt cheeks.

Randy caught up to her and laid the end of a dog’s leash over her shoulder. “Here, hold onto this. Then anyone coming by will know you are with me.”

Rachel was perplexed by the directive but removed her hand from her pubis to take the leash since he was still behind her. Now that she was walking instead of jogging she was painfully aware that the man was enjoying the sides of her breasts squeezing out from around her arm and hand. Then came the other leash over the other shoulder. 

“Here, you should take this too. After all I am doing you a favor of providing you protection until you reach your ride.”

Rachel didn’t want to release the last hold on her modesty by grabbing the leash and let it fell to the ground.

“Well? Fairs, fair.” He insisted.

Rachel bent down to pick it up spilling her breasts into his view.

“I don’t know why you were trying to hide such a beautiful pair as those.” He said embarrassing her.

Rachel was pulled right and left by the dogs eager to sniff as many places along the way as they could before their master would take them home. Rachel pulled back on them to keep making forward progress toward the waiting car. Her new bodyguard watched amused as she struggled to go on. He grew excited watching her move immodestly forward in fits and spurts. He wanted to touch her bounding breasts and feel how hard her erect nipples were. He wanted to stroke her furry lips as the dogs pulled her into wider strides. But, much to Rachel’s relief she finally saw the guys leaning back on the car under a streetlight waiting for her to show up.

“Here,” she said handing the leash handles to the gentleman, “that’s my ride. Thank you.”

There was still twenty yards to go so he said, “Let me meet them to make sure everything is going to be okay.” And didn’t accept the dog leashes back. 

Rachel, a bit frustrated, growing humiliated, and still completely embarrassed, continued all the way to the car and tried to hand them back again.

“Who’s this Rache?” One of the guys asked.

“This is Randy. He saw that I made it across the park okay.”

“Hi Randy. What did Rachel pay you for that service?”

Randy smiled. “Are you going to be okay?” He said in a brotherly way. Rachel nodded, but the guys were still waiting for the answer so he said, “I enjoyed the view.” Rachel blushed and looked down while the dogs pulled at her arms in different directions.


“Rache, he likes the view. I think you should pay the man some more.” 

“Com’on. Let’s go. You promised.”

“Yes, but we didn’t count on you getting help. The dare isn’t complete until you pay the man completely for your service. I think you should dance for him. Jimbo, put on some music.” 

“You can’t make me do that. I mean what do you want me to do? I already went on two dares and I only needed to do one.”

“Yes, but we were interrupted on the first one and you didn’t go across the park alone on the second one. Let’s say you dance for us and we call it complete.”

“What? Out here? Under the light from the street?”

“Sure. If the cops or somebody threatening comes along we’ll all hop in and make tracks back to the lodge. Go on, move.”

“Geez, this isn’t part of the initiation. I think this is going too far.”

“I’d get moving if you want us to vote you high marks for cooperation and follow through.” The guy warned.

So with a pained expression, Rachel started a little movement with her arms straight down in front of her and body language showing everyone she was mortified to be doing it in public in front of varying degrees of strangers.

“That’s it.” The guy encouraged. “Loosen up a bit. Look like you enjoy doing it. It always gives the dancer higher marks. Okay, now put your hands behind or over your head. It makes your tits look perkier.”

Rachel put her hands on her tits. She wanted to block the eager eyes staring at them.

“If you are going to touch them, play with them.” 

She took her hands away.

“Now look up. Smile. Brush your hair back out of the way of your face.”

She pulled her hair back and left her hands behind her neck. Her movements started to become more fluid now.

“You don’t have to open your eyes, but look like you are enjoying this.”

She opened her eyes and surveyed the tenting shorts and trousers she had created. When she saw a couple of leering turned on expressions, she closed them again to block them out, but not from her mind as she started to feel the tension building up between her legs again to the point the cat had left her with. Rooster and Bull were leaping at the end of their leashes.

“Okay, this is good. You’ve got everyone excited, including the dogs. Now touch yourself.”

She opened her eyes in shock.

“Touch yourself. Do it, if you don’t want us to touch you.”

She cupped her breasts looking for reassurance as she continued to grind to the music.

“Play with your nipples.”

She did so. With her eyes closed again. She wanted to touch them by this point anyway.

“Now touch your cunt.”

She opened her eyes again in horror.

“You know, take your hands and pull the lips apart and show Randy how much you appreciate what he did for you.”

The guy made a motion that he was going to come towards her so she widened her knees and showed the pink inside her cunt lips. She felt moist and worried that they may see her juice as she did so.

“Now stroke it. Stroke it like you would pet a pussy.”

She closed her eyes. The pussy reference was too much for her to resist getting her hand into the action. With eyes closed she stroked her snatch and pinched her nipples not caring any longer that she had an audience or that she was out in public, albeit late at night. She was really getting into it and so were the hungry eyes watching her.

“That’s good, real good.” The guy encouraged. “Hey man. Hey Randy where are you going?”

Randy was flushed and nervous. “Gotta go.” He pulled on his dogs. “Thanks Rachel. See you later.” He said in a hurry to get some private time.

“Yeah, in your dreams, I suspect.” The guy said where Randy couldn’t hear. “Okay Rache. You can stop now.”

“Hunh?” She said incredulous, continuing to stroke herself but with her eyebrows raised and her eyes and mouth wide open.

“You paid him enough. He left.”

“Oooooo.” She whined still stroking only slower.

“Save some for the finale later.” The guy said holding his hand out for her to come along with him.

Rachel finally stopped, tried to shake it off with a full body shudder, and pulled her sweaty locks out of her face. On the way to the lodge she just stared out into space wondering what the finale would be like.

Cars were parked every which way in the trees as the regular parking spots were all used up. This was the Hanson family lodge and Hoagie Hanson was a fraternity brother who let his fraternity, the Sigma Epsilon Xi’s, use the lodge for special occasions while he was in school. After he graduated, he continued to allow the fraternity to use it as long as they returned it to a state that they found it in and that he could be present. At age 39 he had seen many of the Beta Delt ceremonies. This was the one where a class leader was chosen for the freshmen pledges. The Beta Delta Phi’s often solicited the cooperation of the Sigma Epsilon Xi’s for their sorority initiations and other rituals. 

“Tonight you girls were sent out on dares along with your observers and graded on guts and difficultly or as we like to call it, ‘style and technical merit.’” Announced the Exalted High Priestess of the Sisterhood over an old microphone and Fender amp set up. She addressed the group of Beta Delt’s and Sigma Ep’s from in front of the large fireplace whose opening was almost as high up from the ground as she was tall. Fraternity and sorority members crowded in front of her making the area a kind of stage. Those that wanted a better view also looked down from the railing around the horseshoe shaped hall of the second floor that ringed the open middle area of the lodge.

The participants were led in and lined up facing the members in the traditional Beta Delt ceremonial uniform, a red ribbon bowtie, red bikini top, red mini skirt, over black garter, smoke stockings, red panties, red high heels, and red ribbons tied in bows on their wrists.

“One of you chickened out all together and has elected to leave our hallowed group. The rest of you are discovering what it takes to go from babes in the woods to women of the world.” Applause punctuated her remarks. She was the picture of a house leader in her black leather dominatrix outfit complete with exposed hard nipples poking through circular openings in her shiny metal chain and black leather bra.

“I see here some of you left with your clothes and returned with new clothes on, and others left with clothes and returned without any. I am sure we are all anxious to hear the stories, aren’t we?” Whistles joined the applause.

“Now that you have completed the compulsory section we will move on in a moment to freestyle.” The girls shuffled and acted a little nervous. “Remember, the winner will be the class High Princess and will only take orders from an upper-class High Princess, or of course, Me.” A couple of girls looked back at her over their shoulders at her. “Since nobody has challenged any reigning High Princesses tonight in a dare, we are here merely to crown the leader for your class.” Judy stood up straighter, determined she would be the one. “Now we will have one spokesperson from each observing group come up here and advocate for their candidate.” With that, the High Priestess stepped aside.

The judges were the other High Princesses, and as a token of appreciation, the prefects of the fraternity had a voice but no votes. They listened to the tales of dares accepted and carried out to one degree or another. The girls had to perform the dares to stay in the sorority, but only a few of them wanted to compete to the extent of winning the rank of High Princess and accepted more challenging dares to get extra points for difficulty, such as Cheryl.

“Our Cheryl had some difficulty at first.” The spokesperson for her observing group began. “Cheryl comes from Iowa, is it? And although she was her high school class president for several years, I don’t think she has ever exposed herself to others, maybe even a boyfriend.” Cheryl looked back as if to set the record straight on that last remark. “So, when she took a dare from the high difficulty hat to gain extra points, she may not have realized what she was in for. Isn’t that right Cheryl?” Cheryl looked around quickly, blushed, and looked down.

“As you recall, Cheryl was to take this here boom box and crash a party with more than twelve people in attendance, play the tape and take off her clothes. Then she was to dance for at least one song completely naked before hightailing it out of there. The plan was for there to be confusion long enough that she could get through a song completely before any action was taken to stop her. We stopped at a house with lots of cars and Cheryl almost called it off, but a little reminder of how much fun she would have in the next three and a half years as a Beta Delt convinced her to go ahead with it.” Applause with whistles broke out. “Yes our Cheryl crept around past the backyard into the woods at the edge to assess the situation. A party was underway with couples we could see through the sliding glass doors from our vantage point in the trees. She boldly went in, but on wobbly legs, set the player down on the end of a finger food table, and punched play.” 

Cheryl looked around the main room in the lodge out of the top of her eyes to see how people were reacting to her story being told. 

“There was already music playing, so that became an area of confusion for her. She looked back for clarification, or maybe it was just to get permission to call it off; we’ll never know, because when we waved her on she turned back toward the gathering and gyrated slightly to the music that was already playing as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse.”

The careful observer in the lodge could see Cheryl’s nipples poking through the thin material of the bikini top as the embarrassing events were being told. Cheryl was keenly aware of this development and tried to will them down. It was humiliating enough to stand in front of her schoolmates in sexy revealing attire having them hear about her earlier embarrassing events of the evening. Like the other girls, she was a freshman away at school for the first time. They wanted the connections and fun that the sorority would bring them, but these exhibitionism dares were pushing them way out of their comfort zones.

“She was noticed by only a couple of guys at first. They moved forward and effectively blocked the sight of her from most of the partiers. You should have seen the expressions on those mugs when our Cheryl stepped out of her skirt and had nothing on underneath. Soon others were poking their heads between them to see what all the excitement was all about. I have to say our Cheryl danced with her hands trying to cover the important areas. We forgot to make that part clear. Our two guys came to the rescue by approaching her and each grabbing a hand to shake ‘Hello.’ Cheryl kept on dancing, even though she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, I’m sure, until a serious type approached and asked what the hell was going on. I suppose she could have said she was a Strip-O-Gram or something and completed the song, but her lack of logical comeback had the boom box placed in her arms and her clothes tossed at her as she was asked to leave before the cops got there.

“That was not cool. She tried the dare but she didn’t get to complete it so we had to improvise to get a completed one. We drove around thinking … oh, and she didn’t get dressed in the car at our request. Give her extra points there. … we drove around and decided that all she needed to do really was to do a nude dance to a complete song so we drove out further to the Boar’s Head Tavern and asked the barkeep if our Cheryl could dance a number in the bar, no charge.”

Cheryl started fidgeting noticeably with what she knew was coming next.

“He said sure, but make it quick because they were not zoned for it. Well, Cheryl got up on a corner platform reserved for a small band on some other night, pulled off the work shirt from the trunk of the car, and we put money in the jukebox. We luckily found the long version of ‘Peel Me, Feel Me, Love Me’ and Cheryl danced for the whole thing.”

There was a pause like that was the end of the story. Cheryl looked back to insist on the epilogue.

“Oh, and our Cheryl will want me to also mention that she was cornered on that stage by the rowdy appreciative flannel shirt and jeans crowd for another couple of songs until the barkeep felt he had to put a stop to it all so his place wouldn’t get shut down.”

Cheryl looked pleased.

“That should be good for extra points too.”

Cheryl looked up and down the line thinking that maybe she was the front-runner at this point.

Judy initially thought she was on top because she had outwitted another person out of her clothes. She thought that would demonstrate that she should be the leader. When she got back and found that her humiliation was nothing compared to the others and saw how overcoming embarrassment was prized in this competition, she became desperate to figure out ways to make up ground.

When each group was through recounting and advocating for their charge, the High Priestess went on to explain the elimination round. She explained that she would toss out dares and anybody that didn’t want to follow through with it could be excused from the selection process for High Princess. Everybody knew that the High Princesses gave the orders rather than followed them, and if you successfully met all challenger dares in the succeeding years, you became the Honorable Exalted High Priestess in your senior year to serve as the highest authority over everyone else in the sorority.

The seven finalists stood nervously in a row padding in place awaiting their fate.

“I dare you to dance to this music.” The Honorable High Priestess said over the makeshift PA.

All seven girls danced in place as if they were with partners on a nightclub dance floor. Judy realized from the accounts of the other girls that she had better up the ante or she would be out of the running for High Princess, so she tried to dance as provocatively as she could by grabbing her breasts and crotch as she moved.

“I dare you to turn and face me while flipping up your skirts in back.”

All of the pledges complied and some like Judy and Cheryl scissored their knees to rock their hips in a sensuous manner. It was becoming apparent who wanted to win the most.

“Now I dare you to turn and face your school mates and hold up your breasts.”

A couple girls were growing uneasy with this, but all complied. Judy, Cheryl, Rachel, and Kelly all wobbled their breasts and Judy even kissed one of hers.

“Okay, now I dare you to take off those tops.”

They had all been naked as part of their compulsory dare but one girl decided that it was still too much to do it in front of so many classmates that she would see throughout her college career and bugged out to become part of the audience. The six remaining girls reluctantly displayed a nice variety of breasts, all of them young and perky ranging from grapefruit halves to three quarter honeydew melons in size.

“Nice wouldn’t you say?” She asked the audience. They acknowledged with whistles and applause. 

Some girls just kept on dancing timidly. All showed the blush of embarrassment about their heads, necks and chests, but Judy led a few in playing with their tits in provocative ways, pinching nipples, licking their areolas, and flopping them alternately up and down with their hands. It was obvious to the observers that Judy, Cheryl, and Rachel at least were going to go the limit come hell or high water. Kelly and the others might just go on to see how far they could go. For them, this humiliation and embarrassment were growing increasingly less worth it. As time went on it was easier to be nearly naked in front of the students they would see in passing, in classes, and at parties, but the Exalted High Priestess kept notching up the humiliation past the growing comfort to in an effort to select the bravest woman of the group to be the class leader and part of her administrative court.




Babes in the Woods



“Okay scrubs it’s time to pull down your underwear.”

All but Judy hesitated, but all eventually did carefully step out of their red undies dropping them an arm’s length behind on top of the bikini tops. Their expressions now ranged from competitive to ultra nervous with pronounced blushing. Kelly, for example felt a particular naughtiness combined with vulnerability knowing that all that prevented everyone in the room from seeing her hairy pussy was a short flared skirt as they continued to dance and flirt with exposing their most private body zone to an anxious and eager group.

Now everyone in the room wanted to see under the short skirts. The dancing produced what they believed were glimpses of the targets of their imaginations and many of them thought they now knew who dyed their hair and who was sporting their natural color. Judy wanted the attention to be focused on her so she flashed the group a couple of quick times. It worked the way she wanted for a moment, but then the members present spread their attention over the others after a couple of Judy’s flashes causing her to go down the line and flip up the skirts of everyone else to even things out. This made the other competitors angry with her and they tried to fight off her offending hands when they knew what she was up to.

“Cat Fight! Cat Fight!” some of the audience yelled.

“Okay girls.” The High Priestess announced to calm things down. “Now I dare you to remove those skirts.”

“Noooo o o o o” The girl, Nancy, next to Kelly whined.

“Com’on. Hang in there. They’ve seen it now already.” Kelly reminded her.

Kelly reached for Nancy’s skirt while Nancy had her hands over her face and unwrapped it for her before she could stop her. Nancy opened her eyes wide looking down in horror realizing that she was now naked except for stockings, garter, and heels in front of a room full of people. She rushed to cover up and turned toward the fireplace as the others removed their skirts, trying nonchalantly to cover their breasts and pubic areas, all except Judy that is. 

“Nice job girls. You are making this tough for me. Okay, now face the front, feet shoulder width apart and your hands clasped behind your heads.” 

Nancy was hands and knees at this point trying to find her underwear panties and bikini top on the floor while trying to do something about hiding her hanging breasts as she searched. Then she rushed to the back of the room holding the clothes against the front of her body to dress. She was through with it all.

“Well now, only one of you has dropped out with this. I’m impressed.” The High Priestess congratulated. “Okay, this should stir things up, cameras are now allowed.”

Kelly’s hands immediately dropped, as did the girl next to her and they quickly searched for their things and went to the back to dress. This left Judy, Rachel, and Cheryl. Judy was bound and determined to be crowned while Rachel and Cheryl remained because they felt that with all of the humiliation they had already endured that they had better have something to show for it.

“Well now, three brave candidates, all worthy to be High Priestess. This is sizing up to be quite a contest don’t you think? This was answered with applause whistles, and now camera flashes.

As soon as the flashes started, Rachel rethought her decision to remain a challenger and quickly joined the others in the audience.

“And then there were two. I’m not sure what it is going to take to get one of you to concede, but we’re going to find out. Okay Jim are your boys ready?”

A frat brother signaled people in the back. In walked eight freshmen in just their tee shirts and underwear.

“Ummm good. Okay girls, I dare you to get these boys up and milk them dry. There are two of you and eight of them. Let’s see who can produce the most milk.”

Judy and Cheryl were each handed a wine carafe. Chairs were brought out and lined up where the seven girls had been. The freshmen pledges tried to look anywhere from eager to nonchalant about their participation in the initiation, but they were all secretly anxious about being exposed and made to perform in front of their peers. Judy picked the pledge with the biggest bulge to do first, thinking the bigger the bulge, the more cum. Cheryl picked whom she thought was the horniest, thinking the hornier, the more cum built up. The pledges were lined up in front of the chairs and told to face the group, drop trow, and sit down.

The girls went to work getting their first choices hard. Judy chose to rub her body parts on the young man’s genitals while Cheryl gave her bull a tit to suck while she stroked his genitals with her hand. Both techniques worked and most of the other pledges were getting hard just watching and imagining it was happening to them. Judy bent down with her ass sticking out to the watchers, thinking it is now or never, using her thumb to stroke the underside of her bull’s cock, while Cheryl stood behind hers mashing her breasts around his neck as she used her fingers on the underside of his cock. A guy next to Cheryl reached over and started to stroke her nipple while lightly stroking his own cock. The two guys on either side of Judy each pulled a cheek apart to show more brown and pink to the cheering audience. 

Cheryl caught her bull’s semen in the carafe and held it up for inspection. Judy almost missed the opportunity from being distracted by the manipulations on her behind but managed to get the majority of it resolving to be more attentive the next time.

They each went on to the next one. It became more of a problem for them though, as the other pledges crowded in around them and pawed their flesh. Judy came before her bull did from the sniffing and licking one guy was doing between her legs along her snatch. Cheryl was close to coming several times and had to stop for moments to will the frigging she was getting away or to mentally help the clumsy fiddler give her the needed orgasm.

Each of the girls came several times by the time they were down to the last two bulls. All of the pledges on the stage were tired and spent except for the last two. Judy rushed to get the one whose cock was already at full staff while Cheryl was left with the embarrassed one she found covering his limp soldier with a hanging wrist. Judy got right to work milking her bull with all of the energy she had left while Cheryl slowed down and grew tender with hers. She knew the heightened humiliation and embarrassment he was enduring right now. She sat straddling his lap and hugged her breasts into his face. She wasn’t sure if she felt a stirring or not so she whispered in his ear. He started to gobble her breasts audibly. Then she slid off his lap hiding his tool from nearly everyone in the lodge with her body and sucked it into her mouth. Chairs being moved and the sound of people jockeying for position were the only things heard beyond Judy’s mock moaning and groaning to keep her bull on task. 

Cheryl bobbed her head up and down the lad’s shaft. It was impossible to tell if he was hard or she was carefully holding her head and artfully sucking so that it would appear that he was. Meanwhile, Judy had finished her bull and joined the others in trying to figure out what exactly was happening. The lad’s head went back; he held the sides of the chair with his hands; his legs went straight out on either side of Cheryl inviting her in. His eyes rolled up. Still everyone couldn’t be sure if they were seeing the real deal or an incredibly well carried out act. The guy finally lunged his hips up pushing his cock into Cheryl’s face. She met it with each lunge. The room was completely quiet except for his groans and Cheryl’s moans. She kept her mouth around his staff as he began to relax and luxuriate. When she eventually got up she smiled to the rapt audience. They saw that he was limp. The brothers and sisters let out a sigh of collective disappointment and sat back down.

Cheryl held her carafe up next to Judy’s for everyone to see. If it wasn’t a tie, then Judy’s might have just a little more it was determined. Cheryl held hers up to the audience, smiled and spit out the cum she had been holding in her mouth. The room exploded into applause, whistles, and cheers. The lad who’s cum she was holding sat up straighter in his chair with his arms crossed and smiled proudly.

“All right!” The High Priestess announced. “It looks like we have a tie.”

Cheryl approached Judy, took her carafe, and combined the contents of hers into Judy’s. She swirled it and held it up over her head to examine it from all angles and then announced, “I dare you to drink all of this in one breath.” She handed it to Judy who looked at it down from the opening, then the sides, and from the bottom trying to decide how badly she wanted to become the High Princess. She imagined what it would be like to drink it and had a visible gag response from the thought of it.

A pin could be heard dropping it was so quiet. Judy stood with her left arm resting across her lower ribs just below her breasts and held the carafe out from her body with her right elbow resting on the back of her hand for leverage thinking about whether to take Cheryl’s dare or not. After all, Cheryl had held cum in her mouth for several minutes, so she would probably do the dare if Judy refused. Judy made a swallowing nod motion with her head to signal that she was getting ready to down the contents of eight horny lads’ ejaculate. Having never even had a penis in her mouth, the idea was particularly abhorrent to her. Her desire to win was just too strong so she took a couple of deep breaths. Then she aimed the lip of the carafe to her mouth, squeezed her eyes shut and drank the contents with grimace that would be treasured by all of those with a camera. And, the pictures would surely be pulled out for a laugh should she make it all the way to Exalted High Priestess of the Sisterhood.

“Good job your Highness.” Cheryl said now posing proudly in her nakedness for the steady stream of pictures taken to finish off everybody’s rolls and standing next to and putting her arm around Judy, who was bent over coughing and wiping her lips on the back of her hands. 

“I present you your new High Princess of the Sisterhood, Princess Judy.” The P.A. system confirmed.