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Oh Damn!

By: jaqi1978





Oh Damn!



She then stole my line "Why Me?" She said, "Could you hurry? I am getting rather tired of being tied wide open like this." 

I then grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I hurried as fast as I could to get the keys. I checked to make sure it was them. I headed back to the hotel. It was only like five miles away. My dress was up around my waist while I was driving.

I headed to the room again, and as I got out of the elevator, it then dawned on me, crap, I forgot the damn key card again, "OH DAMN! Why me?"

I then knew I was going to have to ask the desk if the hotel security could meet me there again. I hoped they did not have a limit on the times I could call them. I went to the desk, and the girl there said she would call him. He would meet me there. I hurried back to the room. I did not want him to investigate the room, or whatever. I stepped out of the elevator and just as I reached the door, here came the security guard again. He did not look very happy, and he said. "I think I have already been here once. You had better not let it happen again." 

He was rather arrogant, and downright mean, but he unlocked the door, and as I was slipping in, he said. "There will be a $20 dollar charge on your room for extra services." Oh Damn, oh well if so, better than going to jail.

I rushed into the room and over to the bed. I started unlocking the cuffs. She said. "I know you. You're Gail in the Financial Department, right?" 

I nodded my head, and I knew I would not get away from her anonymously. Now I wondered what had happened. I asked. "Who are you?"

"I am Brenda from the Mail Room. I am so sorry for this." 

"I am too. I cannot figure out what happened."

"Your letter must have slipped out on the floor at work. I dropped some of my mail on the floor. I must have picked it up with mine. I thought Mark had sent it to me. He is always sending me exotic mail. I have been seeing him. He is actually my boss. He is also married. He has been my lover for a while. I thought the note was from him." 

I now knew what happened. I laughed, and I said. "I see you followed the letter to the T." 

"What?"

"I see you removed your bush, and you now have a very big M on your naked mound. I was expecting to see my boyfriend with a G on his though. 

She then opened her legs and looked at it and said. "Well it will wash off." I could not help but stare at her naked pussy.

"You might want to look at the marker. It was a laundry marker, and the ink is very permanent. It will probably have to wear off." I laughed.

She growled. "That's not funny." 

"Have you ever shaved bare before?" 

"I have not, but Mark and I have talked about what it would be like and whether I might like it." She then said, "I better get dressed."

It was then we both remembered that she had cut her clothes up and put them in the trash. I went and looked she had done a very good job. Nothing was salvageable, Oh Damn, now what. "I will go get you some clothes." 

"Stop." She held her hand out, she said. "No. I will go." 

"You're not exactly dressed for it." 

"No. You can give me that black dress and those heels, and I will be fine." 

Oh Damn. Is Tadd hiding here somewhere? "You want me to sit here bare assed naked while you go get your clothes? Why? I can go just as easy."

"No." she said. "I think you should enjoy this also, and I think you owe me."

"Right, and I suppose you are just going to leave me here bare assed naked, in this hotel room until the management finds me." 

"No." she said. "I will be back, but only if you do as I say." 

"Ok, I will give you my dress, and my heels. Then what?" 

"No." She said. "Naked, and tied to the bed, blindfolded and gagged." 

"Really?" I said. "You think I should be at your mercy?" 

"I do," she said, with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Besides it is easier for me to get my clothes than you to get some for me."

"Ok." I finally agreed to it, and so I took the dress off and handed it to her. My dress fit her perfectly, so did my shoes. She then had me lay on the bed, and she fastened the cuffs to my ankles and to my wrists. 

"Nice body, I see you have trimmed yourself too. That lightning bolt looks nice." She reached out and tugged on it lightly as I lay there at her mercy spread eagle on the bed. She then put the gag in my mouth and she put the blindfold on. I then felt her put the earphones on, my world had just shrunk. I could only breathe and then the unexpected happened, she attached those clamps to my nipples. God, did that hurt. I was in pain. I screamed for her to take them off. I would have done anything to get those damn clamps off. It was very painful. Yet I knew I was also very wet from being controlled like this.

I do not know if I fell asleep or not. It seemed to take forever. But I awoke to the feeling of something very tingly down at my crotch area. It was like it had been covered in something with a minty feel or something. It felt very wet. Oh shit, someone was rubbing something into my pussy mound. Please let me up. What are you doing? Oh shit the minty feel was getting warmer, actually, it was starting to burn. What was happening? Then I felt the clamps come off my nipples. Oh my God, they hurt more coming off than going on. I screamed into the gag. She then took the earphones off, and she whispered in my ear, "Did you miss me?" 

God, did I? She then removed my blindfold, and my eyes were soon trying to refocus on the room. I noticed she had put on another dress, it was black, and it was just as brief as mine was, where was mine? Oh Damn, I then looked down at the warmth in my crotch and I noticed it was covered in white. I now knew that the white was some white menthol shaving cream, I could see the can on the nightstand. I guess I still was going to be paying up. 

She brought a bowl of warm water and a razor with her from the bathroom. She said "I think if it was good enough for me, it should be good enough for you. I like the lightning bolt, but I want you to experience just how naked it makes you feel without any hair on your privates." 

So she took the razor, and she proceeded to make me a baldy down there, just like she was. She did a very thorough job, and I was now as bare as the day I was born. No more lightning bolt whatsoever. She shaved everywhere, even my ass hole. She then reached in the bag and got that damn laundry marker out. She said "I am trying to decide, a T for Tadd, or maybe B for Brenda." 

"No. You wouldn't. Not a B. How would I explain that to Tadd? Please. No." I started to cry. She had broken me. I was now really scared as to what I had started. She liked being in control of me. God, did my nipples hurt, and why me, no more lightning bolt, and not her initial. I started crying harder, she then moved on the bed with me, and she was holding me. She then lightly rubbed my sore nipples. It felt so nice. She then slid down and she sucked them into her mouth. Oh my God, I never even thought about being with another girl, and one of my nipples was now in her mouth. It felt so nice to have the blood sucked back into it. Oh shit, if she kept that up I was going to cum. It felt so good. 

As she took the other nipple and nursed it back to life. She then said, "I would prefer the B, but if you are good, I will settle for a T. 

"I will be good."

She then slid down my body more. She was now blowing lightly on my freshly shaven bare naked pussy. I was really enjoying her doing it. She then moved forward, and I felt her lips on my clit hood, and she slid her tongue down and slid my clit out. She knew just how and where to lick my pussy. Oh my God, I was there, there was no stopping the orgasm. I was really going crazy now. I was a sopping mess as I woke up. I must have passed out when she did that. She had the cuff keys, and she was releasing me. She said I must have gotten exhausted, as she never saw someone black out like that. 

Oh damn, I had just had maybe my biggest orgasm ever, and it had been another girl that gave it to me. I also noticed that she was now naked also. Her dress was gone. I told her, "I have never experienced anything like what just happened."

"I have never seen anything like it, but I loved doing it."

I looked at her naked body, and I asked. "Can I touch you, like you touched me?"

"I would love for you to touch my body." Her skin was so soft, and smooth, I touched her breast, and touched her very excited nipples. Oh boy, this was not very bad at all. In fact this was very good. I knew I wanted to kiss her naked nipples and to suck on them just like she had done on mine. I lightly kissed my way to them. They were really firm. My nipples were now very excited too. 

I was wondering how old she might be. I bet 21, I knew she was at least 19, as she said she had an associate's degree from college. Her nipples were perky and I loved first one then the other. It was so nice to be free. I was glad I was not confined anymore. I slid my hand down her tummy and moved it on down as I sucked on her left breast. Oh damn, I was really liking this, I then felt her naked mound. It was soft, like the skin of a new born baby's bottom, so silky soft, so smooth, wow was she sexy. I wondered if mine was just as soft to her when she touched me there. I could not wait, I needed to taste her, I just wanted to see what it was like. I couldn't wait any longer. 

As the tip of my tongue touched her silky lips. I tasted her, and it was rather exciting, not really like anything I had ever tasted, lightly salty, but something drew me to it. I have tasted myself on my fingers. She tasted different, I wonder if it was because I tasted the purest part of her. Maybe it was not the taste – I'm not sure what, but I wanted more. I traced my tongue to her lips, and I could feel the different textures. 

I started something my boyfriend had done to me. He liked to do the alphabet with his tongue on my lips and clit. This was like taking a great safari, did not know what lay at the next piece of terrain. She started screaming, "Lick my clit, lick the lips, more." She was begging me. "Don't stop. Please right there, that's it right there." I knew she was experiencing what I had experienced just moments before when my lights went out and I fell into the darkness from the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. She fell back, and she passed out just like I did. I was proud of myself. This was really a lot of fun. 

I was experiencing something I had never even dreamed about doing before. Wow, Oh Damn, am I gay now? Shit. Maybe I should not be so weak. I started to sob, and she awoke. She cuddled next to me, and asked me. "What's wrong?" 

"I am so ashamed. I am shocked. I have never thought about being a lesbian. Now I am one."

She slapped my face rather hard. She said, "NO. Bi, maybe but not lesbo. I'm in the same boat. I am not about to just have sex only with girls. After tonight, I'm definitely not going to run away from it either. I enjoyed it very much and I want to experiment some more."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to try a 69 once if you will be my partner? We might both enjoy it very much." 

"I think I would like that very much."

She got on the bed and she straddled me with her pussy just above my face, and then she moved forward and I felt her lips attack my clit hood. She was working me over, as I decided to attack hers also. It was fun doing it and having it done to mine. It is difficult to lick a pussy and have your pussy licked at the same time. We ended up having times when one was licking and one was cumming.

Oh my God. After God only knows how many orgasms, I fell asleep. When I awoke, she was snuggled up next to me. She was sleeping very hard. I knew I needed to go to the bathroom, as I was about to float. I slipped from her arms and went to the bathroom. Returning to the room, I passed the full length mirror, and saw my naked body in it. I had left the light in the bathroom on. I noticed that, she had actually put the B right there on my silky soft naked mound, but it did look very sexy. I noticed that there were some black and blue marks around my nipples, bruises from those damn nipple clamps. I looked over at the bed, and she was watching me. She said I looked so sexy, and I said. "When did you do this to me?" I was pointing to the "B" on my very naked mound.

"After you passed out." 

I turned and went to get my dress. What dress, all that was there, was nothing. "Where is my dress? Where is your dress?" 

I turned and she handed me the trash can. It was the one she originally had put her cloths in after she shredded them. There was a black shredded dress in there. 

Shit, no clothes. What was she thinking? She had a grin on her face, and she then said. "I have a surprise for you." I looked around the room; I noticed there were no shoes anywhere either. She said. "I left everything but my dress at the house, including your purse, with your car keys in it. I come back in just the old dress. Snuck in, I knew you did not notice. I decided to tease you some more." 

I was in a panic. "Tease me? You stupid fool. We are bare assed naked. Not even a towel and you want to tease me more. Damn, why me?" 

She just chuckled, and said "It is almost 7AM." Just then there was a knock at the door. 

"Oh my God, now what?" 

She went to the door, and someone said. "Your package is here." 

She told them. "Just leave it by the door, I will get it in a moment." 

They said. "OK." 

"Yes, we've got some cloths now." I was on pins and needles. What was she doing? What did she expect me to wear out of here? OH DAMN.

After a little bit, she opened the door and she retrieved the package that was laying there. I kept trying to see what she had had sent up to us. She opened it, and she tossed me a colorful towel, not very big, definitely lot big enough to wear out in public with everything else bare. I swear she is crazy. She noticed my concern. She laughed, saying "I got these so we could shower first. I have something else for us to wear back to my place." 

She reached in the bag, and she pulled out a colorful beach cover up, one of those that is maybe three inches below the crotch, and the sides are rather open, more of a smock. I was in shock. "You want me to wear that in the hotel lobby? We'll get arrested. Well they won't have to strip much to search us at least." I remarked.

She asked me to join her in the shower, and it was great, I really enjoyed washing her body, and she did mine, and those damn inked on letters never faded in the least. 

When we finished showering she said. "I want to try one more thing before we have to leave. I want to rub my bare naked shaved pussy mound and clit on yours. I wanted to experience that once. I have heard it called tribbing and I probably will never do this again." 

I agreed. Hell why not, I already done so many new things. Why not something else? OH DAMN, another orgasm, and God why had I never done this before? As we awoke in aftermath of that last orgasm, I looked into her eyes, and she said. "I guess we need another shower don't we?"

I then laughed and said. "Yes. Let's do that."

When we got dried off from the shower she handed me my swimsuit cover up, I said. "You've got to be crazy. Couldn't you at least have gotten the swimsuit also? We can't wear just these. We'll be arrested."

She said. "It's this or nothing." She put all the toys in the bag, and I carried the bag. I was sure there were some people that noticed two not so very well dressed girls walking out to the parking lot and shit. OH DAMN. I could kill her. She had a Jeep, and no top, no doors. Now this was going to be interesting as we both hopped up into the Jeep. 

The part that should be covered was now about our waists. She started the Jeep and we headed for the freeway, and the wind was blowing in our hair. The hair on our heads. It was also blowing across some very bare southern terrain. I was sure the truck drivers were all talking about the two girls in the open Jeep. I was just getting comfortable and then I started wondering. Where were we going, as we were not dressed to go anywhere there might be people. I asked her, and she said. "My parent's home is just outside the city and we could go there and get some clothes." 

We pulled off at next exit and she pulled the Jeep into a gas station, a self service, and she said. "It's your turn to fill it up, as you caused this." 

"No way." I was arguing.

"You either do it, or I will leave you here dressed as you are." I got out of the Jeep, and walked around to the pump. She handed me her card. I started the pump, I finished filling it. I did not have any misfortunes, just two guys in a pickup drove by and honked their horn at us. I was so embarrassed, that I hurried to the Jeep and got in. 

She asked, "Where's my receipt?"

I just growled at her. "Get it yourself." She slid out and got it, and we headed out to the edge of town where it was getting to be a lot less congested. 

She pulled over at a carwash, and she pulled up to the trash can. She stuck out her hand, and said, "Give." 

I looked at her like she was crazy. "Give what, you crazy broad?" 

She pointed to my cover-up. "What, you want me to give you the only item I have to my name at this moment? You got to be crazy, girl." 

But she was deadly serious. I could not believe it. What the hell was she going to do? Take me out there and make me get out without a stitch. Was she going to make me try to get home that way? OH DAMN. I pulled it off over my head handing it to her. She threw it in the trash can, she then took hers off and did the same thing. Crazy. I was relieved when she did it. I was not feeling anymore like she was going to dump me out somewhere like this.

Two very naked girls in a Jeep, and back out on to the highway she went. I was so scared, and so damn turned on at the same time. Where the hell did I meet her at, she was driving down this country road, and not a care in the world, or anything else for that matter. I hoped the Jeep did not develop mechanical trouble, like the one my brother used to own. Imagine explaining that to someone stopping to check on you alongside the road. I started thinking about it, I was going to tell them someone had robbed us, and they took everything but the Jeep which would not run. I could see the newspaper headlines now, "Two gals robbed and left without a stitch, film at 6". 

My thoughts went back to Tadd. I wonder what happened to him anyway. Damn this was not what I had planned for Halloween.

I rejoined the living as she asked me, "In the glove box there is a remote. Hand it to me." She turned into a driveway, and she pushed a button on the remote. The gate opened as we entered the driveway. We headed up to a mansion of a house. As we approached it, I saw her drive toward the garage. I saw her push the button, on the remote again. The middle garage door opened. She pulled the Jeep into it. She said. "We are home."

I was so shook up I could hardly stand up. When I slid off the Jeep seat, which was a soggy mess. My bare feet touched the concrete floor. She led the way inside the house. She said. "Don't fret, my folks are away and we got the place to ourselves. We can just enjoy it and we will then get dressed." 

I asked "Might I use your phone?" I called Tadd. He had been unable to fly back this weekend. He had been leaving messages on both my cell phone and my home phone. I told him I was fine, but that I was staying with a girlfriend who happened to have a place in the country. My cell phone was dead. He said he would see me on Tuesday, and I gave him the number of the phone there if he needed to get in touch with me.

I walked back out to join Brenda, I was beginning to think I was getting used to being so naked. I walked out to her, and I had to laugh. She was standing there with some things to eat on a tray. I noticed her very red nipples and the M on her naked mound. I was thinking, OH DAMN was this fun. We played in the pool, watched TV in the family room on the biggest TV I ever saw. We drank wine and even danced to some music. It all just seemed so right. I stayed with her that night and she drove me back to my car, at her apartment, the next morning. She loaned me a set of her warm-ups to wear, I was hoping she would not want them back before I got home. I felt like I had had the most wonderful experience in my life.




Oh Damn!



When I got to my car, in the parking garage, she handed me my trunk key, my car had a separate key for the trunk. "Grab your bag, and put it in the trunk. Your purse and dress are there. Put the bag in the trunk, lock it, and bring me the key." She watched as I put the bag in the trunk, locking it. I went back to her sitting in the Jeep handing her the key. "Here is your door and ignition key, when you hand me those the warm ups. I will give you the key."

"You're going to make me drive home naked?"

"Yes. Now hand them to me." I pulled the sweat shirt off over my head handing it to her. I then pushed the pants down my legs letting them drop to my ankles. I picked them up and handed them to her. She handed me the key, keeping my trunk key. She handed me my cell phone too. "It was in your purse. I charged it on my charger. Call me if you have a problem. Call me when you get home. You have another trunk key at home? I will give you this one back when I see you at work later today."

I was a nervous wreck as I sat behind the steering wheel and headed for home without a stitch to cover up with. I managed to make it to my house and pull in my garage. Only one guy in a pickup saw me at a stoplight. He waved and smiled at me. It was an early Monday morning I had to dress for work in a hurry, and I was back out the door. I had to stop by the hotel on the way to work and drop off their bedding and towels. They told me they would check it all, and I had already been billed for all of it. They would issue a credit for it if it was acceptable.

I then went on to work. When I got home that night I was totally exhausted and I headed for a shower. As I was showering, I noticed the big B in ink on my naked mound, and I tried to scrub it off. This is not a place you scrub on. It is very tender and should be loved. Not going to happen, as it was really attached to me. I knew there was no use, this would have to wear off, and what about Tadd? OH DAMN. I knew when he felt the lightning bolt was missing he would want to see what the bare me looked like. How did I explain a B? I couldn't make a T out of it. I couldn't erase it. What could I do to make it look like it was art? Damn Brenda anyway. Why could she not have done the T? I sat there thinking. "What can I do?" I finally thought, maybe it would be funny to finish it with "Bare." It might work, nothing else was coming to mind, and I did still have the marker in the bag of toys I had taken to the hotel. Sitting in front of my full height wall mirror, I finished it up. Not an easy thing to do. America's funniest home videos would have loved it. I think I had my ankles behind my head trying to get it just right.

Tadd did feel it, like I thought. He had to see it. He asked. "Why did you shave off the lightning bolt? Why did you put Bare on it?"

"I thought it would be funny." 

"Why is the B in the middle, and the rest to the one side?"

"You ought to try writing there if you think it is so easy to do." It all worked out in the end, and I still did see Brenda from time to time. She said Mark loved the M. She has kept it there ever since.

She asked about mine. "How did Tadd liked your bald pussy? How did you explain the "B"?" 

I told her what I did. She laughed and said next time she was putting her whole name and address on my naked mound. We teased each other, when no one else was around. We kept talking about getting together again but hadn't.

Oh Damn, that damn writing took six weeks to fade completely away. I let my bush grow back in. Tadd and I split up. He was moving with the company to Dallas, I didn't want to live anywhere else but here in Denver. My folks all lived here, all my friends. Tadd was going to be traveling all over so I would be alone there. I think it was just mutual. We agreed to remain fuck buddies when he was in the area. 

I will end here with saying I am not sure what will happen next. I hope some of you will enjoy my story and let me read some of yours. I may try and have my earlier stories edited. I know they could be a lot better if done correctly. Thanks for reading my story.



Oh Danny



Danny Dugan was enthralled. And who in his position wouldn't be? What was happening to him now was so unbelievably erotic that it dwarfed any experience the newly minted college freshman had ever had.

Mary Gray, the Mary of his wet dreams for years was kneeling on the edge of his bed. The silk nightie she was wearing was so filmy that he could see her breasts gently swaying through the fabric, see the perfection of the hard pink tips, even the hint of the brown triangle between her legs. She knelt there, looking at him with an expression of near desperate adoration.

"Oh Danny, I've wanted this for so long," the former head cheerleader breathed in a husky voice. She leaned forward, bracing herself on her hands and kissed him. Her mouth was a sweet as he had always dreamed it would be. Then she lowered her head and her lips marched down his body, producing chills and Goosebumps. But those were as nothing at all when her long hair spread over his stomach and her open mouth slid over the straining length of his cock.

"Oh my God," he groaned. 

"Hey now! Danny you PROMISED! No starting without me!" the familiar voice of Lisa Grafton rang out from the bedroom door.

Somehow Danny managed to wrench his attention from what Mary was doing to him, at least for a moment. His eyes felt like they were already glazing over and he couldn't muffled a groan of pleasure. Then his eyes focused on Lisa and opened wide.

His very oldest friend was wearing jeans. But instead of the comfortable, loose fitting ones she normally was at home in, these looked to be spray-painted on they were so tight. Tight everywhere except in the very front, where the snap was undone and the zipper slid down far enough that Danny could see that the surfer girl apparently had dispensed with panties.

And if Mary's breasts had been a mystery to be glimpsed through her nightie than Lisa's were anything but mysterious. Above her waist Lisa wore nothing. Her firm small rounded orbs jutted proudly, the brown points as hard as stone.

Mary sat back on her legs, replacing her mouth with her hand. "Oh Lisa, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault. I just couldn't resist."

"I understand Mary," Lisa reassured her friend. "After all, this is Danny we're talking about. I can't blame you for not being able to hold back."

"Well, we can share him," suggested Mary. "After all he IS man enough for both of us."

Danny smiled. The three of them had been friends all through high school. He had known that they both were strongly attracted to him, wanted him in fact but he had always held back lest the sex spoil their friendship. His smile only broadened as the pair of lovely college girls fell on him like two starving lionesses. They kissed and nibbled all over him before taking their turns. 

Lisa was first. She slowly stripped off her jeans, turning as she pushed them over her hips, showing the firm perfect globes of her ass. She leaned forward as her hands ran down her legs and Danny's cock twitched harder at the sight of her tight puckered opening as it winked at him. The jeans pooled at her feet and for a moment she remained bent over, giving him time to enjoy the flexing of her smooth legs before she straightened up and stepped out of the denim.

She turned and walked towards him. A full summer at the beach; a summer full of swimming, surfing and time spent in a grove under the sun but hidden from passers-by had left her athletic body firm and golden brown all over. The sun had streaked her hair with near blonde highlights. Only the curls between her legs, curls damp already with her arousal, showed the original brown of her hair.

As Lisa reached the bed Mary let go of Danny's cock and slid back down the bed, allowing the other girl free access. Lisa knelt on the bed, flinging one leg over so she was able to straddle him. After rubbing her spread labia against the purple head of his She slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him into her inch by inch until her weight finally drove him completely up into her. Her eyes were closed and a dreamy smile stayed on her face. Her bouncing began as slowly as had her climbing onto him but before long she was frantically riding up and down on Danny's shaft.

Her eyes were nearly closed as she moaned deep in her throat. "Oh Danny, OH DANNY! No one does it like you. No one has a cock like yours; no one makes me feel like a woman like you do."

She had cupped her breasts as she rode him. As Danny braced his hands on the bed to thrust upward he saw two hands slide around Lisa and under the brunette's hands. He realized that Mary was playing with her friend's breasts, rolling and teasing the hard nipples and then pulling them. Lisa's breasts were small but beautifully rounded and they just barely jiggled in Mary's grasp.

Lisa began to keen, signaling she was near orgasm. Danny doubled the strokes his hips were making, nearly throwing the surfer girl into the air with the force of his thrusts. She cried his name time and time again. She finally wailed as his cock exploded deep inside her. When the waves of orgasm passed she all but fell off him, collapsing into a drenched rag-doll.

Danny was still rock hard. He smiled at the blonde who was still kneeling on the bed.

"My turn, my turn Danny,' Mary all but whimpered.

"Turn around," he commanded.

She knelt on her hands and knees, wiggling her full rounded ass at him while she looked back over her shoulder with an expectant look in her eyes. Taking her hips in a firm grip he entered her, to sounds of great appreciation and near awe at his love-making abilities and reach of his throbbing cock. He pounded her hard, knowing that was how she wanted it. The slapping of his groin against her taut ass cheeks drove him to heights even he had not expected to reach, triggering repeated orgasms in Mary. Finally, certain that Mary was as satiated as Lisa he gave a great cry and once again his balls emptied their load into a dripping wet pussy.

As he nestled between the two warm and exhausted girls a strange sound intruded. He tried to ignore it but it persisted and indeed became louder. Finally he disengaged himself from Mary and Lisa and listened. Then his eyes opened.

"Danny, are you okay?" the voice came through the bedroom door his mother was rapping on. "Danny?"

"What is it Mom?" 

"I heard you yell out. Is everything alright?"

"Just a dream, Mom," Danny replied with a sigh.

"Oh dear, I hope it wasn't a nightmare."

"Well, it could have ended a bit better," Danny called and then mumbled under his breath "It could have started over again." He raised his voice again. "But I'm okay Mom." 

"Okay, good. Go back to sleep."

"Wow," Danny thought as he stretched, then put his hands behind his head and grinned. "That was an amazing one." The smile left his face. "I have GOT to get a dorm room or some place besides here by next term." He brightened. "Hey, maybe there's an apartment for rent where Mary and Lisa live. They said it's not that expensive. Then maybe... just maybe.... Wow." He plumped the pillow under his head and in minutes his snores filled the room again.

On the other side of town Lisa Grafton sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide open with a look of panic in them. She looked frantically around the room, calming as she recognized the familiar furnishings of her own bedroom. She sighed.

"What is it Lisa?" came a soft, sleepy voice from beside her.

"Nothing Mary," the surfer girl replied. She bent over and kissed her girlfriend. "Go back to sleep."

Mary mumbled something and rolled onto her side. Lisa looked down at her. The moonlight was soft on the blonde's body, hiding parts of her body and illuminating other ones. She was so beautiful. Lisa smiled. And she was all hers. She snuggled down beside her lover, wrapping one arm around Mary and squirming next to her. She buried her face in the other girl's hair, inhaling the scent of it and the scent of their love-making from earlier. As she dropped back off to sleep a thought crossed her mind.

"Danny has GOT to stop involving us in his dreams!"

(The End)



Oh, Danny Boy!



She hesitated before knocking on the door. "What am I doing here?" she thought. "I must be crazy." But she knocked once, twice, the door opened and he was standing there, smiling. 

"I was hoping you'd come." He opened the door wider, let her in. She could think of nothing to say, they both knew why she was there. A sudden flush of embarrassment brought hot blood to her cheeks as she remembered their conversation the night before. 

It was at work, late, nearly time to knock off for the day, when he had plopped himself down in the chair next to her. He sat there a moment just looking at her, before he spoke. "So, did you think about what I asked you earlier?" She had, in fact, had been thinking of nothing else all afternoon.

Danny was remarkably easy to talk to about anything, anything at all. So it was perhaps inevitable that the conversation would turn to matters of a sexual nature. But it had still thrown her a bit when he asked her how often she and her boyfriend made love. She had managed to stammer an answer that she hoped sounded as casual as his question. "Uh, I don't know, maybe once, twice a week."

But then he asked her often she and her boyfriend fucked, and that threw her. "Well, it's the same thing, isn't it?" But the way he laughed softly told her that it probably wasn't, in his mind anyway. "No," he said "Not the same thing. But maybe that's the trouble?"

Actually, the trouble was that things were not going well in that department, not at all. She had lied when she said once a week, it was more like once a month, at best, and sex had become routine. And boring. Mark wasn't into trying anything new or different, and the few times she had tried to bring up the idea of experimenting, he had looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "What's wrong with the way we make love?" he had asked, his expression told her that he was hurt by the idea that she found anything lacking.

"There's nothing wrong with it, honey," she had told him. "It's just that I thought maybe we could, I don't know, spice things up a bit. We're getting like an old married couple."

"Well, I was kinda hoping that maybe we would be someday, but if you're not happy..." and with that she had decided to drop the subject. Then they made love in his preferred way, with him on top, her below with her legs wrapped around him, while he pounded away until he came with a shudder and a sigh. He always lay that way for a few minutes, on top of her, his weight pushing her down into the mattress, while she lay, his breath in her ear, feeling that she had missed something. Sometimes afterwards she would take a shower, and with soapy hands, bring herself to a hard bitter little orgasm. Other times she just waited until he rolled off of her, then turned to her side and fell asleep.

It was certainly not a "Cosmo girl" experience, but Mark was a great guy in all other respects, she really felt that she had no cause for complaint. Her friends told her he was a great catch, her mother loved him, and everyone they knew thought of them as a perfect couple. The fact that the sex was mundane and routine was not something she felt comfortable telling anyone. Until she met Danny.

Danny was widely thought of as gay, but he was actually bi, or so he said. He was not the least bit shy about it, and often joked that being bisexual doubled his chances of getting laid, which she thought was pretty funny. Some of the other men at work were a little uncomfortable around him, but those were generally the kind of guys that she thought of as jerks anyway. But mostly everyone liked Danny, it was hard not to, he was so easy-going and friendly. So when he started to seek her out during breaks to talk, she found herself opening up to him.

What she quickly learned was that Danny absolutely loved to talk about sex. At first it was in a friendly, joking sort of way, but as she warmed to the topic she found herself revealing a bit more than she intended. She told him that she loved Mark, but that something was missing sexually. He listened to her, let her talk without interrupting. It was like having a therapist, she could vent her feelings freely without hearing about how lucky she was to have a man like Mark. After a while, she began to look forward to break time, to their little talks. The days he wasn't there dragged by, and she missed him. He gave her his cell phone number and told her to feel free to call him anytime, about anything.

The night he asked her the "fucking vs. making love" question she had been in a horrid mood. She was starting to wonder exactly how lucky she really was. Sure, Mark was a great guy, but she was growing ever more frustrated by their tepid sessions, tired of having to depend on her own fingers to do what she felt Mark ought to be doing, and wondering whether she could actually spend the rest of her life with him. She found herself fantasizing dreamily about something more wild, even drifting into rather kinky territory. With Mark, she dared not broach those topics, but with Danny she found a willing, even eager listener. They would sit together, and talk about how this one or that one would be in bed. Sometimes they would laugh so hard imagining scenarios her stomach would hurt, and she would have a hard time keeping a straight face when she spoke with the 'stars' of the little dramas they concocted.

"So, am I right? Is that the trouble with you two?" He looked at her directly, waiting for her answer. "You know, making love is fine, but sometimes what a person needs is a good, nasty fuck." He brushed the hair away from her face. "When is the last time you were fucked? I mean really, truly, down and dirty fucked?" She laughed, a quick, bitter sound, then told him "Danny, I don't think I have ever been fucked that way." Then she added, "Maybe I should be bi too, it would double my chances, huh?"

He placed his hand on her thigh, squeezed, then said "I have an idea." She was listening. "Why don't you ditch Marky-Mark for the night, and come over to my place? There are some things I'd love to show you." He added, "You trust me, right? You know I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"Oh, I know. But what kind of things do you want to show me?" He just smiled and said, "Why don't you let me surprise you?" Then he winked. And that is what did it, what made her decision, that wink. It was a playful wink, a conspiratorial wink. Just a small gesture, but one that set her mind racing with thoughts. She agreed.

So that is how she ended up standing on another man's front porch, waiting for him to answer the door.

After he took her coat and tossed it on the kitchen chair, he took her by the hand and led her into the den. He made them each a drink, told her to make herself comfortable, then sat beside her on the sofa. "So," she asked, "What kind of things do you want to show me?"

He chuckled softly. "My, my, so eager. What kind of things would you like me to show you?" She took a gulp of her drink, then said, "Hey, this was your idea, remember?" He took the glass from her hand, set it on the table, and without a word, leaned over and kissed her.

It was a gentle kiss. She stiffened briefly, then relaxed as she felt his lips against hers. She sighed, and as her lips parted, he slid his tongue past them and kissed her deeply, slowly. She let herself relax, feeling his tongue explore her mouth. As her eyes closed, she felt his hand on her thigh, gently moving up until it was between her legs. She pulled back suddenly, and drew back to look at him.

"Ok?" It was a question, he was waiting for her answer. "Danny...I don't...I mean..." She couldn't think of what to say. She had a pretty good idea of what Danny had in mind, but now that she was actually here and the thing was happening, she was suddenly unsure of herself. She was in another man's house, and he was kissing her, and she felt, well, nervous and aroused and unsure of what she really wanted to happen. She was aware of his hand, still between her legs, and of his fingers lightly stroking her, without thinking she opened them to allow him better access. He kissed her again, more forcefully this time, as his fingers moved over her. He slid his hand up and lightly cupped her breast, gave it a playful squeeze. "I love your little titties," he murmured, "Little itty, bitty titties..." He slipped his hand under her shirt, under her bra, and began to tease her nipple.

She could feel herself responding to his touch, and despite any misgivings she may have had, she put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his lips down her neck, whispered into her ear, "Get that shirt off." She began to undo the buttons, while thinking to herself, "What am I doing?"

As if he could hear her thoughts, he said softly, "I want you to just relax. You know I'd never hurt you, I just want to make you feel good. Trust me, I know what you need." She looked into his eyes, and at that moment she decided to trust him, to let him do whatever he was going to do. He sensed her acquiescence and kissed her again, harder this time. He pulled her shirt up and off, unhooked her bra and tossed it. Pushing her back onto the sofa, he moved his lips to her nipples, sucking and licking them till they puckered and stiffened. She pushed her hands through his hair and drew him closer, moaning softly. Now that she had decided to let what would happen, happen, she began to get aroused. Very aroused. In her mind she screamed, "I'm letting another man touch me!" but strangely, felt no guilt. She wanted Danny to touch her everywhere, wanted to know how his hands felt on her tits, her pussy, anywhere he wanted to put them.

He slid his hand up her skirt, slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties, stroked her moistening lips. She began to move against his hand, then he slid two fingers into her and kissed her again, tonguing her. His breath was hot in her ear. "You want me to fuck you? Cause that's what I want to do, right now." He drew back and looked at her lying beneath him. "I want to fuck you every way, all night. You want that, don't you?" He pressed against her, she could feel the hardening length of him as he pushed against her. He took her hand, placed it against him so she could feel his size. He unzipped his pants, and let her stroke him. She moaned as she ran her hand along the silken length of him, he pulled her panties down, then off, and released his cock. Sliding it along her wet slit, he lifted her hips a bit and teased her with it, rubbing the engorged head between her lips, entering her just a little bit, then pulling back to watch her face.

"You want me inside you?" he breathed. "You want my cock up inside you?" She gasped, "Oh yes! Please..." He pushed inside her, one stroke, then pulled free again. Her hips thrust up to meet him, but he drew back, "Then tell me what you want. Tell me, I want to hear you say it." He waited for her answer.

"Fuck me Danny! I want you to fuck me!" He smiled, pushed himself back into her moist pussy, she wrapped her legs around him and held him there. He began to pump himself into her, slowly and deeply. He gave her a few minutes of this, then pulled his cock free again. Lifting himself off her, he sat back on the sofa, his hand stroking his moistened cock. He pushed his hand into her hair, pulled her towards him. "Suck it", he demanded. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, running her lips up and down his shaft, tasting herself on him. "Oh yeah, that's it." He pulled her face onto his cock, fucking her in the mouth. She gagged a bit, but this just turned him on more. "C'mon bitch, suck me. You know you want it." And she did. She did want it. She wanted everything.

He let her suck him awhile, then without a word, pulled free and forced her over onto her stomach. He slid into her from behind, she felt him go deep, deeper than he had from the front. He reached around and stroked her clit as he thrust into her. She was lost in the feeling of his cock in her so deep, Mark only fucked her from behind once, said he didn't like it cause he couldn't see her face. Then Danny did something Mark had never even attempted. 

He pulled from her cunt, then stroked his wet cock up along her backside, moistening her ass with her own juices. When he had her good and wet, he gently pressed himself against her asshole, feeling the strong resistance. Mark had never fucked her that way, in fact, she had only ever tried it once before, years ago, with a weird boyfriend. It was an unsuccessful attempt, as it hurt too much and the mission had to be aborted before it was accomplished.

But Danny was gentle, and patient. He eased his thoroughly moistened cock carefully into her, slowly, letting her adjust. Since he had been fucked in the ass before he knew how it was, especially the first few times. Once he had penetrated her completely, he began to move slowly in and out. He was careful to stroke her in front, rolling her clit around under his fingers like an oiled marble. She was tight, and he knew he was going to come soon.

She, in the meantime, was almost gone with what he was doing to her. Although it had hurt at first, once he was in and moving slickly in and out she started to feel him in her belly. The hot, liquid feel of him pushing into her that way aroused her as nothing she had ever felt before. And with his fingers moving over her in front, she knew she was close to coming. And she did, with a sharp cry, her breath hard and ragged. A few more minutes of gentle thrusting and heavy breathing and he came, finally, in her ass. She lay panting beneath him, thinking to herself, "There really is a difference between making love and fucking." Making love was nice, but fucking was wonderful!

They remained together until morning and he had her again and again, in all the ways he promised, until she was limp and exhausted. And happy, happier than she had been in a long time. When the night was over and she finally left, he reminded her, "See? See how it can be? Remember that."

She did, and when she saw Mark again she told him, "We have to talk..."



Oh Daphne! Oh Velma!



Dear Readers: The Scooby-Doo movie to be released in June is supposed to be rancid. This story shows how the movie could be improved (Bonus points to readers who can identify the location).

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The sun beat down like rain on a tin roof. I steered the Mystery Machine, a beat-up VW bus, through the heavy traffic on South 10th Street. I drove, while Shaggy, Velma, Daphne and Scooby-Doo got psyched for our undercover assignment at the convention center. We're cops, and damn good ones, too. The AC was busted again, so we rolled down the windows for fresh air. Scooby-Doo hung his head out to let his tongue flap in the breeze like a drippy pink dish towel. 

"Rucking hot ray," he yipped with that wacky speech impediment of his. But he expresses himself well enough for a Great Dane. We all had the same gripe; fucking hot day indeed.

We were working vice around the convention center at S. 10th and Highway 83. Think of the area as the French Quarter with a Mexican accent. Conventioneers in goofy hats, bored after a day of seminars and exhibits, would hit the streets to sample big city sleaze, available 24/7 no cover charge from strip clubs, tattoo parlors, cantinas, rescue missions, curio shops with piñatas and sombreros imported from Mexico, Internet cafes. Depending on what convention was in town, a steady stream of urologists and oilfield-supply salesmen rubbed elbows with hustlers, preachers, aspiring mariachi musicians, dotcommers, chicks with dicks looking for tricks looking for kicks. Our job was to keep the hookers and pushers in line, in part by disrupting demand.

Oh yeah, my name is Fred Jones. Captain Jones, if you please. I'm the handsome one in our crew. If you don't believe me, just ask me. Tall, blond, sharp dresser. I pack a .38 on my hip and four-and-a-half inches of rock-hard manmeat between my legs. Norville "Shaggy" Rogers is the tall guy with the dinky beard and uncontrollable appetite. Velma Dinkley's the freckled, brainy partial to orange turtlenecks (Princeton grad, of course) and dorky glasses. Daphne Blake is the looker with the tight dress, long blonde hair, lots of spunk, an ass that could stop a sundial. Scooby-Doo is our canine support, a crotch-sniffing killing machine when he's on duty. He's just a big puppy around his friends. And he's got a great sense of humor. I crack up every time he pins me against a wall and starts humping my leg, yelping, "Scoooobie dooobie dooo!" 

We pulled into the Denny's parking lot across S. 10th from the convention center, next to El Bano Loco Motor Hotel. That's one of the places where the local pavement princesses like to take their new friends. We work decoy to put the fear of the Lord into tourists, write them a summons, chew 'em out for spreading disease and decay, then tell 'em to zip up and ship out or the next time they'll spend a memory-making night in the jug. 

"The stale baloney sandwiches are the BEST part of the experience there," I warn them. "And God help you if you drop the soap." By that point the guys are so rattled they don't do anything riskier than spritz their fajitas with three-alarm salsa.

By the time I pulled the Mystery Machine into Denny's, Daphne and Velma were dressed to thrill. Daphne wore a tight maroon halter top with her boobs peeking out the sides, like naughty kids peeking around the corner of a house. White pedal-pushers hugged her hips and had her panty lines screaming "Hey look me over!" She wore open-toe spike heels, which in no way impeded her speed at chasing the bad guys. A silver Star of David pendant dangling in the Rio-Grande-sized valley between her breasts concealed a microphone. A small purse held her badge and service pistol, along with cuffs and cosmetics. 

"You got the makings of a swell weekend in your purse," I once told her, hoping to stoke her interest in some one-on-one quality time, which had never happened.

"The makings of a swell weekend are in my panties, not my purse, but thanks for the compliment," she said sweetly. "And I'm washing my hair. Maybe later, big guy."

Velma could never match Daphne's blinding blondeness. But Velma's own undercover M.O. worked just as well. She created dress-up characters – hot to trot cheerleader, rancher's daughter in from the sticks – that appealed to the jaded johns seeking something exotic. 

Today she was Cowgirl Velma, topped by a straw cowboy hat with a flouncy feather wedged into its calico band. Her freckles seemed to pulsate in the shade beneath the brim. She wore a rhinestone-buttoned cowboy shirt with appliqué cactus on the front. Only two button held the shirt closed, with the shirt tails gathered together and knotted tight across her ribcage, so the bottoms of breasts pressed against the cottony material. Next came the cutoff jeans that barely covered her ass cheeks, then – this drove 'em wild – polished pink Justin boots that almost reached her knees. Never underestimate the sexual power of accessories. Combined with the tiny shorts, the boots made her look incredibly exposed. 

"OK, officers, you know the drill," I said when we parked. You'll go work S. 10th in front of the Bano Loco. We've got you wired and Shaggy and I'll monitor the conversations from here in the Mystery Machine. When you get a bite, go to room 34 – we've got the usual cameras and audio there. Two patrolmen will be in room 35 to make the busts." 

"Speaking of bust, how does my costume look?" asked Velma, retying her cowboy shirt to it hugged her even tighter. I gulped. I never realized her boobs were so, so, cantelope-ish, round and firm and tan, fresh from the harvest. Only two little pearly buttons separated me from all those sexual nutrients. Get a grip, Fred, I thought.

"Your costume should work well, Officer Velma," I said in my most official voice, then winked.

"If it makes your wee-wee hard, I know it's working," she said.

Staring at my crotch, Scooby woofed, "Roner city!" Boner city. He was right.

Shaggy stroked his chin pubes thoughtfully and eyed Daphne and Velma in their cock-rocking glory. "Boy, I'm gonna need a Scooby snack real soon, looking at you gals," he said, his frustrated sex urge sublimated into endless munching (I took a psychology class to get my gold shield, so I know all about sublimation and oedipal complexes and penis envy). 

"Boys, we're all business, you know that," joked Daphne, putting her arm around Velma, her hand slipping into the cowboy shirt to squeeze Velma's nipple into hardness. "Right, Patrolbabe Velma?"

The skin beneath Velma's freckles reddened. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "Daph, baby, I'm gonna pay you if you keep that up. My kootch is about to jump out of my britches and run around in circles it's so happy," she moaned. Acting? Real? "OK, I'm ready. I can't get too turned on right now – that's against the hooker's code of ethics. We've got to look and act authentic, or we'll blow our cover." 

"You can blow my cover," I said, without thinking, the kind of comment that could get me hauled before the diversity and tolerance screws, but I didn't care. 

"Oh, Fred, but your cover is so huge, it would take both of us!" chortled Daphne, applying another layer of fire-engine red lipstick. "And you'd mess my make-up! OK, Velma, let's go shake some twat out there and see what comes running." 

"I've got to tell you, Shaggy," I mused as we settled behind the video monitor as Velma and Daphne toddled off down S. 10th Street, a hot, salt-watery breeze off the Gulf fluffing Daphne's hair. "Those are two dedicated policewomen." 

"I don't know about you Fred, but I could use some pizza about now. What about you, Scoob old pal?" asked Shaggy, throwing some greasy potato chips down his gullet.

"Rizza good, ritch retter," shrugged Scooby. Pizza good, bitch better. Poor guy, I thought, his sex life must be going to the dogs, too. But he'd better stay away from my leg, I thought.

"OK, head's up you skanks," I said, peering out the darkened window of the Mystery Machine. Daphne and Velma had positioned themselves in front of El Bano Loco, next to the newspaper boxes. They laughed, waved to truckers hauling carrots and onions up 10th after crossing the river, and before they attracted the interest of two guys in short haircuts and whistles around their necks – no doubt in town for the football coaches' convention. "Tall one's named Randall, the short one's Bobby," I whispered to Shaggy, licking the potato grease off his fingers.

"All wrong, hombre. You're thinking 70s coaches. Haven't you heard about equal opportunity? Tall one's Luis, short one is, ummm, Brock?"

"BROCK?" I almost shouted. "No football coach in the state's named Brock. That's a band director's name." 

Shaggy and I had an ongoing contest to guess the names of perps. It can be done, if you look at enough goonies trying to score some twat. "Six pack of Corona says neither of them is named anything like Brock."

"Deal." 

The two johns strolled toward Daphne and Velma. From the Mystery Machine I could see they both had boners just from the prospect of taco time on the border. Yessirreebob, those good old boys were snorting up the aroma of some mighty fine flesh enchiladas.


So they thought. Really, they were just greaseballs who didn't think anybody was looking while they cheated on their wives, girlfriends and, given how many of them spouted off about their status as role models, their students. Sometimes, as I watched the guys make their moves, I'd think, "Christ, just go back to your hotel and whack off to a copy of Juggs, for Pete's sake." But they never did, and the boys, girls and dog of the Mystery Machine had to clean up the mess.

Shaggy, Scooby and I heard the deal go down. The two coaches were already "un poco borracho" – a little drunk.

"Well, hello, little lady," said the tall one with the careful tone of a drunk trying to sound sober. "Mighty hot out here today."

"Not as hot as on the inside," said Daphne.

"Inside of what?"

Daphne leaned over and patted Velma's crotch.

"Yowchies," she said in a silly voice. "That's what's hot."

The little guy licked his lips.

"Maybe we can cool things off for you two gals."

"There's air conditioning at El Bano Loco," said Daphne.

"Cold enough to make your titties hard," said the tall one, a statement more than a question. What a crude jerk.

"I don't need no AC for that to happen," said Daphne.

"Maybe some cold cash would make it happen faster."

"Now you're talking, stud."

Before they entered Room 34, I told Shaggy, "Switch on cameras two and three." See, we had the hotel room completely wired for sound and video, high quality color, none of this fuzzy ATM observation junk tech. Switching from camera to camera, we could record evidence and keep the girls safe. The system also had an intercom for two-way communications.

The coaches discovered the only things hard were the steel cuffs slapped on their wrists by the two cops who burst into the room from an interior door up our signal. Daphne and Velma didn't even get their shirts totally unbuttoned before the guys were cuffed and babbling it was all a mistake, too much to drink, they were doing research, please don't tell our wives. They got the royal verbal reaming, summons that would be dismissed and erased if they stayed out of trouble in our fair city – permanently – and their names were Dennis and Dicky. So, Shaggy and I both struck out. No Brocks and no Coronas this time.

As day faded to evening, the sun slipped behind the towering Gulf Coast clouds in the west, fluffy piles of cumulus that were pink, amber, orange. The clouds sailed west as darkness spread over our town and the surrounding ocean of mesquite and cactus. Daphne and Velma reeled in more fish, the prowl-car boys netting the catch. I stared out a window of the Mystery Machine and picked out shapes in the clouds. I sighed. 

A huge paw fell gently on my shoulder. Scooby-Doo sensed my restlessness and the longing behind it. "Runts in the rouds?" he woofed.

"Yeah, cunts in the clouds," I replied. "Here, there, everywhere, but never for me."

"Rough ruck, baby," he replied.

"Just a dry patch," I said. "Thanks for the rupport, uh, support." Yikes, I was starting to sound like Scooby. Next thing you know I'll be licking my balls in public.

After four hours of fishing our shift was ending. No more fluffy cunts sailed through the sky, and my attention turned elsewhere. "I could sure use some food," said Shaggy, as he finished a bag of onion nachos. "Grab some dinner at Denny's?"

"Sure, Shag. Scooby?"

"Ruckin' A," said Scooby. 

Daphne and Velma drifted back from El Bano Loco, looking none the worse for their pavement pounding. In four hours they had bagged 35 johns, generated summons worth almost $4,000 for the municipal coffers, and barely broke a sweat. They'd been doing the work, but Shaggy and Scooby and I were the tired ones, after being cramped in the Mystery Machine doing observation. Daphne and Velma got to dress up, go undercover, swing their bodalious asses on the street, while we were stuck with . . . management. 

"Care to join us?" I asked them as we stood outside the Mystery Machine. "Always good grub at Denny's."

"We'll pass," said Velma, tilting her cowboy hat back. "We'll grab a bite with the prowl-car boys at Tito's Tacoteria." Tito's Tacoteria was the best Mexican food joint north of the border, a favorite of tourists and locals alike.

"In those outfits?" Shaggy asked, eyeing their nipples poking through the shirts. "You want to give the winter tourists from Iowa a coronary?"

Daphne wrapped her arm around Velma's neck and sucked on her earlobe. "Sure! Let 'em die hard and happy!" she said, grinding her thinly covered cunt against Velma's bare thigh. 

"C'mon Fred, my stomach hasn't stopped growling all day," said Shaggy, pulled on my shirt. Scooby poked my ass with his paw for emphasis.

"OK," I said, locking the Mystery Machine. "Let's meet back here in 90 minutes then head to HQ to file our reports."

The good people at Denny's gave us our corner booth, so Scooby could stretch out on the long, curving orange couch. The service was fast, and we were out in an hour, unusually fast for one of our dinners. After a spin through the streets, we circled back to the Mystery Machine, parked in the Denny's lot. We were a half-hour early. 

We figured Daphne and Velma would return later. We were, after all, early. "Man, those leftovers sure smell good. I could go for some of the refried bean and rice," said Shaggy. 

"Food sure must have been different when you were on patrol in Kandahar, hmm, Scoob old buddy? Special Forces treat their top dog right?" I asked. Scooby'd been called up for Reserve duty.

"Rood rucked rig-time," Scooby-Doo complained. 

"Sorry to hear that," I said, "Hey, when I was doing that peace-keeper gig in Bosnia . . . "

Before I could finish we saw images move into on view on the monitor, still covering room 34 at El Bano Loco. Three of the cameras were turned off, but one remained on, located at waist level beside the room's TV. "Cleaning lady," I shrugged.

"Rook closer," said Scooby, his razor-clawed paw tapping the 25-inch color monitor. "Turn on all the cameras, pull back on the sweep view," I told Shaggy, our tech whiz.

Another view popped onto the big screen. Who had walked into the room but – Daphne and Velma. "Don't they know their shift is over?" I asked. "I hope they don't have a line of johns waiting outside. Let me call and tell them we're already back here."

"Un momentito," I said. "Police work doesn't seem like what's on their minds."

The girls' voices jumped into the Mystery Machine. "Gosh, Velma, too bad the prowl-car boys got that emergency call. I'm glad we could do take-out. I've never been in this room except on duty. You know, for a sleazy border joint, it's not too uncomfortable at all," said Daphne. "I love the pictures of the kids with the big eyes." They took containers out of plastic shopping bags and put them on a night table next to the king-sized bed.

"No, I'd much rather be here than at Tito's, especially since our shift is over," said Velma, pulling out a bottle. I couldn't read the label.

"Here, I have a surprise since it's the weekend," Velma added. "A bottle of Mexico's finest, Mezcal de Oaxaca."

Daphne's eyes widened. "You mean the booze with the worm in it? How thoughtful! We're going to have a party!"

"As long as we want," said Daphne. "We'll call the boys later and say we're delayed and we'll catch up on the paperwork tomorrow. They're cool on that stuff." She was right. In undercover work, odd bits of work and leads always crop up and demand attention, so we're used to going off in strange directions. 

"Drink?" asked Velma, producing two shot glasses, the size of rinse cups in dentists' offices. Our girl planned ahead. 

"If you please," said Daphne.

After Velma poured they did a little toast. "Salud," said Velma. "L'chaim," said Daphne.

"Who'll get the worm?" I asked as they sat side by side on the bed, its sheets still pulled back from the day of trolling.

"I bet that worm would sure taste good on a pizza," said Shaggy.

"That drink is making me feel . . . very nice," said Velma, leaning back against the head board of the bed. "I'm feeling, ummm, relaxed."

"I'm not," said Daphne, pouting.

"Oh?" Velma looked at her, suddenly sober. "You don't feel well? Are you uncomfortable with anything?"

"I feel fine, but after a day of playing dress-up and driving Fred and Shaggy crazy – you saw how turned on they got, didn't you? – I feel more hot and bothered than nice and relaxed." 

Velma turned on the bed. In the Mystery Machine, Fred, Shaggy and Scooby heard the bed springs squeak, saw the light flash off Velma's glasses. "You know, Daphne, the more you talk, the more I feel the same way." She paused for a heartbeat. "Daphne, could you suck my earlobe again?"

"Love to." Daphne slid toward Velma, so their thighs touched. She put one hand on the side of Velma's head, drawing the smaller woman toward her. Bending slightly, Daphne brushed her lips against Velma's ear, running her tongue around the outside. Velma closed her eyes as the tongue sent lightning bolts from her ear to her breasts to her cunt. Daphne rolled the earlobe around her lips, tugging on it like it was a nipple, using her other hand to trace circles on Velma's thigh. Her fingers wandered the sensitive border between the cut-off blue jeans and the bare smooth flesh.

"Jinkies, you know how to suck an earlobe," breathed Velma. "Can an earlobe get a hard-on?"

"I've always thought earlobes were bonus clits that guys can actually locate," giggled Daphne.

"We could invent a line of vibrators for ears," mused Velma. "They could combine sexual gratification and fashion in a scientifically sound manner. Think about earrings that sent electrical pulses into the earlobe . . ."

"Velma?"

Yeah, Daph?"

"How about we just fuck and think about the commercial implications of earlobe sucking later?"

Velma abruptly shifted. Now Daphne looked surprised. "Hot and bothered, you say?" She leaned over and kissed Daphne on the lips, lightly, not a sloppy smooch but connection that mounted in intensity. "I specialize in hot and bothered."

Their lips stayed connected while Velma brushed the backs of her hands over Daphne's chest, once, twice, three times. On the last pass she reached behind Daphne to untie the knot of her maroon and white halter. The fabric fell free, like a curtain rippling over a stage setting of Daphne's curves.

"Why, Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley! Who would have known you weren't just acting out there today," I said as Shaggy, Scooby-Doo and I watched the monitor. I flicked the view from one camera to another. "They sure know how to end a shift."




Oh Daphne! Oh Velma!



"Man, I've got my eye on that take-out from Tito's Tacoteria on the table. I can practically smell the frijoles!" exclaimed Shaggy. He flipped on a camera and zoomed in on the food containers. 

Daphne and Velma fell back on the bed. Still kissing, Velma slid her hand over Daphne's stomach to trace circles with her red-tipped fingernail around Daphne's belly button. We could see Daphne's stomach muscle tighten and relax as Velma made the lazy circuit. "Oh Velma, the place you're touching gives me the goosebumps," she gasped.

"We can't let them do that!" said Shaggy. "It must be against the law or something, or at least departmental regulations."

"Two consenting adults, shift's over, I don't see any infractions, Officer Shaggy," I said in my best police captain voice. 

"'If rove is a crime, then I plead guilty'," yelped Scooby.

"Huh? What's that, Scoob?" I asked. He rarely had such sophisticated thoughts on his mind, although, come to think of it, neither did Shaggy.

"Ralvin Klein's Obsession ad, you dunce," he replied. His articulation was improving, I noted.

"Cool it and let's see what happens," I said. "Or you can take a hike."

"Not 'til I know what happens to all that Mexican food."

We didn't have to wait long. While Velma made ever-widening circles on Daphne's stomach, Daphne unknotted Velma's cowboy shirt. She unsnapped the few remaining buttons and the shirt fell open around Velma's breasts, which more than ever reminded me of fresh-from-the-field cantaloupes.

"Jeepers, you've got pretty boobs, Velma!" exclaimed Daphne, breaking the kiss and propping herself up on one elbow. "Girlfriend, it's time you stop wearing those thick orange turtlenecks. Save those for your Princeton reunions. They don't do a thing for your figure. Your boobs look so yummy I've got to have a taste right this minute." Daphne leaned over and lightly kissed the hardening nipple.

"That was a nice little Scooby snack. May I have another?" asked Daphne in a teasing tone.

"Fill yourself up, you starving little minx," said Velma, grabbing Daphne's head and guiding it to her breasts. While she sucked she moved a hand up to remove Velma's black plastic glasses. As her head pushed towards Daphne's mouth, Velma's glasses went askew. 

"Allow me to make you more naked," whispered Daphne, removing the glasses and putting them on the nightstand. 

"But my glasses – I can't see anything without my glasses," protested Velma weakly.

"Oh, Velma, anything (lick) you want to see will be (slurp) right in front of your (nibble) nose before long," said Daphne as she moved her head from breast to breast. 

"God that feels so good," moaned Velma. "I never knew how great it would feel to be with you. I've wondered, you know."

"I have too, ever since we were teenage crime fighters. I always wanted to put the moves on you but there was always another ghost or werewolf or alien zombie mystery to clear up and they kept screwing up my plans."

"I'm so glad we finally joined a real police force and can carry guns and arrest people and read Miranda rights," said Velma. Her hand encircled a breast while the other caressed the back of Daphne's head. "You know what would get me even more turned on? Could you smear guacamole on my nipples then lick them clean?"

"What a fabulous idea! I'd love to." Daphne reached to a small container, popped the plastic lid, then scooped some guacamole with her fingers. With a look of concentration she dabbed it on Velma's hard, brown right nipple. We saw her hips, still in the cut-off blue jeans, squirm.

"Ahhh, it's so cool and refreshing, just like a spa treatment," said Velma.

As Daphne began licking, she reached down to unbutton and unzip the jeans. Before long the jeans and panties were down around Velma's shiny pink boots. 

The girls' erotic heat was literally fogging the camera lens. No, actually Shaggy's heavy breathing was fogging the monitor. "Man, I can't stand this any more," he panted. "I can't believe what those girls are doing. I gotta get out of here."

"You gonna go jack off in the Denny's restroom?" I asked – not a bad idea.

"Hell no, that'd get ME arrested. Nope, Scooby and I are going to get some snacks. I'm gonna faint if I don't get something to eat. Come on, Scoob!"

"Ruck no, I'm staying right rere," snarled Scooby. 

"Fine, I'll bring you some Scooby snacks – maybe," yelled Shaggy over his shoulder as he bolted from the Mystery Machine. I took over the controls while Scooby curled up in the other chair, watching – if not understanding – the sight. And what a sight. Tall and short, white and tannish, long blonde hair and short brown hair – but 100 percent pure sex appeal. By the time Daphne had the guacamole licked off Velma's nipples she had also palmed Velma's cunt with her right hand, pressing her palm against Velma's clit, easing her cunt lips open with her fingers. Velma was bouncing up and down on the bed so much that Daphne barely kept her lips and fingers engaged at the same time. 

Just as the last green bits of guacamole vanished, Velma's breathing got quicker. "Finger me hard, Daphne," she said.

So Daphne did, Velma's legs sprawled wide with the cutoffs and orange and black panties swinging from one ankle. Suddenly Velma wrapped one arm around Daphne's head and pressed her other against Daphne's hand covering her cunt. "Now, please!" she gasped and bucked back and forth. I zoomed Camera One onto Velma's face as she came. Her nose scrunched up adorably, while sweat plastered her brown hair around her face. "Camera Two," I murmured out loud, snapping to a view of Velma's crotch gyrating under the two hands. Once Velma passed the first yelping bouncing waves of orgasms she came a couple more times, and I loved the way Daphne guided Velma gradually up and down, using her hand like a pilot would, shifting the cunt-lip ailerons – and aren't cunt lips just like an airplane's flaps? – to guide Velma from the stratosphere down to a smooth landing on earth.

I leaned back on my chair. This was intense, and I sensed they had just started. I checked my watch. They had 15 minutes until they were supposed to be back to the Mystery Machine. Should I call them? I decided to wait.

For a minute Velma and Daphne lay panting, Daphne still cupping Velma's cunt. I could see the wet, curling hair sprouting from between their intertwined fingers. Daphne pulled her Velma's earlobe.

"Well, now I know," said Velma.

"Know what?"

"What it'd be like to fuck you. The closest we ever got before -- can you remember?"

"The shower room at the academy?"

"Hmm, close. That's when we got to check each other out. But real contact, that came during training. It happened during physical training, when Fred taught that class on how to subdue a perp," recalled Velma. "Remember? We were partners, learning how to break holds and do takedowns. The first time I broke your chokehold and tossed you down and sat on your back to put the cuffs on you, well, I creamed in my pants. The rush totally too me off guard. My panties were soaked. Now you know." I could see Velma blush through her freckles.

"Sweetie!" Daphne replied, stroking, Velma's hair. "I never knew! I thought that was really sexy too, the way you just, well, took me."

"Like you just did to me?"

"Yeah!"

"Tell me how you like this." With a lynx-like quickness Velma sat up, grabbed her glasses from the side table, flipped Daphne onto her stomach, pulled off her white pedal pushers, untied the neck of the halter, and sat on Daphne's thighs. "Ohh," said a surprised Daphne. "This is a new kind of takedown move."

Velma leaned down. Brushing Daphne's hair to the side, she kissed Daphne neck while she held her shoulders. "I like to think of it as a cumdown. You'll see, Daphne. I mean that literally. Stay right there." Velma jumped up and disappeared from the frame of the video. In 20 seconds she returned with the large wall mirror from the bathroom. With Daphne still on her stomach, Velma propped the mirror in front of Daphne's face leaning against the headboard. 

"Now you just stay nice and wet and keep your eyes on the mirror, OK?" asked Velma; she spread Daphne's thighs and sat between them, her bare cunt rubbing against Daphne's wet white panties. Daphne thrust back to rub against her. 

"I'm putty in your hands," promised Daphne, resting her head on her crossed arms. The big mirror gave her a perfect rear view, so she could see Velma hovering over her. 

Velma rubbed the back of her hand against Daphne's cunt through the panties, then raised her fingers to her nose. "Ummmm-mmm, there's a lot more than putty on my hands. Smell." She put her hand in front of Daphne's face. 

"Don't stop now," she whimpered, wriggling her ass back so it touched Velma. 

"Who said anything about stopping?" asked Velma. "Your back and ass are so sexy, but they look a little dry. Let's see, how can I make you a little wetter? Oh, I know," she said, reaching toward the night stand for the bottle of Mezcal de Oaxaca, still two-thirds full with the reddish worm bobbing sleepily at the bottom. "A jigger of mezcal baby oil should do the trick."

First Velma pulled off the halter, then she tipped the bottle so a few dribbles, then a stream, drizzled on to Daphne's back, from the neck down her spine to her tailbone. Putting the bottle on the night stand, she smoothed the mescal across the back, ribs, right down to where the pantyline – but no further. 

"Oh my God, did you learn massage in the academy? That feels fantastic," groaned Daphne. Her blonde hair was pulled over to the side so, from the camera, I had a fine view of her neck and shoulders, which positively glowed under Velma's touch. 

"I've been practicing on Shaggy."

"Gross!"

"I'm kidding."

"That's a relief. He didn't seem your type."

"What is my type?"

Fred, yes? Sturdy, hung-like-a-burro Fred? I was started to feel a little left out of the party.

"Fred." I couldn't believe it! She thought I was Velma's type!

"Now you're kidding me."

"Yeah, I am." Daphne's eyes flickered in the mirror. She looked at Velma's face floating over her shoulder. "For the moment, Velma my dear, you're my type."

"I'm so glad to hear that." 

Velma, sitting between Daphne's thighs, pushed down on the dents beside Daphne's tailbone with her knuckles, rotating her fists in unison. 

"Hmmm, you're making me make a puddle in the bed. The aroma must be going all the way back to the Mystery Machine. Not that it could penetrate the smell of junk food."

I took a whiff. Daphne was right. The Mystery Machine smelled like the place where junk food goes to die. The smells of burgers, chicken, Mexican food, greasy French fries and spilled soft drinks all slopped together in one rank odor. I jotted a note to schedule a cleaning at the departmental garage, just in case Daphne and Velma wafted some more eau de twat my way.

"You know, Daph, you drove me so crazy with the guacamole I think it's only fair to return the favor."

"Sure, just don't put guacamole on my ass."

"Right place, wrong food. Wait and see." Velma scooted back a bit to ease Daphne's panties down to knee level. Then she picked up the mezcal bottle, took a little swig, and poured some directly down the crack of Daphne's spread-open ass. I zoomed the camera in; she twitched from side to side as the liquid flowed languidly downward. Her asshole cupped a few drops, the rest drifted and disappeared into her cunt. I flipped the camera up and down, just enrapturated – is that a word? – by the vision of moist, squirming, moaning Daphne. If those girls ever decided to start hooking for real, they'd make a fucking fortune, or maybe a fortune fucking. 

"Now this is what I call a Scooby snack," Velma said playfully. "I'm hungry all of a sudden." 

Daphne pushed her ass up and back, frantic for some no-nonsense fucking at this point. Velma slid down, grabbing Daphne's hips while planting a big, wet tongue lick on Daphne's tailbone. Daphne reached back, putting her hands on Velma's and pulling her ass and cunt lips open. "Oh, Velma, keep going, I can't stand it," she said.

I was riveted, but Scooby had curled up on the floor, nosing a huge bag of corn chips. His crunching dueled with the popping kissing sounds pouring through the speakers. I flipped from camera to camera. Every angle was a treat: Daphne opening herself like a gift box for Velma's tongue and fingers; Velma's fogged-up glasses, coated with Daphne's cunt juices; Daphne's twat and asshole pulsing like – what? – flowers, supernovas, portals to another dimension? Hell if I know – I majored in business, not philosophy. I just liked what I saw.

As did Velma. By now she wore just those cowboys boots. She had grabbed Daphne's hips hard, like was ready to bulldog her in a rodeo, but instead of throwing a lariat she threw her face right into Daphne's rear, kissing, licking, slowing down to slide two fingers into Daphne's cunt. I tried to zoom in, but when I got too close everything became indistinct, one big image of hair, flesh, holes and fingers swirling together and apart. I pulled back in time to see Velma lean back and take a deep breath, like an artist admiring her work in progress.

"Pretty," she panted. "Very, very pretty. How you doing down there?"

"Mmm," gasped Daphne, her face and chest on the bed with her ass still high in the air. "Can't talk. Too (pant-pant) turned on. Fuck me just a little more, OK?"

"All righty. I'm gonna get you over the top. Hold on to your g-spot, mi chula." Velma pushed forward on the top of Daphne's ass crack, pulling the flesh tight. With her other hand she slid her middle and index fingers in and out of Daphne's cunt, slowly.

"There, I bet that feels nice. Such a pretty pussy," teased Velma. "Not too fast, no rush, don't want any premature something or other."

"It's mature, it's mature, Jesus, you're driving me nuts, Velma," cried Daphne.

"Really? How 'bout this?" In a flash Velma licked her other thumb, and then pressed it flat against Daphne's throbbing asshole. "Now I've got you covered." Velma kept the same steady, unrelenting pace, in with the fingers, then firmly press with the thumb, again and again and again while she bent over and kissed Daphne's hands and ass cheeks.

"Mmm," moaned Daphne. She caught her breath, panted, and then looked in the mirror. "Oh, Velma, look in the mirror while I'm coming," she said. As Velma raised her head their eyes locked. Even as Daphne bit her lower lip and held her breath, Velma's eyes went wide and she bucked her hips forward. Funny thing, MY hips started shakin' a little, too.

"LookatmelookatmelookatmepleasePLEASE," cried Daphne. She thrust hard back, so Velma, now a cowgirl than ever, had to hold on tight to keep from getting thrown off the bed. Daphne pushed back, Velma pushed forward, and suddenly the two collapsed on the bed with a rush of happy gulps and pants.

I realized I had been hyperventilating, but took a few deep breaths and my pulse began to slow down. Scooby raised his head from the corn chip bag. He eyed a spreading wet spot on my pants, then woofed, "Spill romething on your pants, Fred?" I looked down. Umm, I hadn't spilled on, but rather in, my pants. Well, wasn't this special? I felt like I was back in junior high school, as my sticky jizz crept down my pants leg. 

"Something like that, Scoob old pal. Something like that."

Daphne and Velma were utterly wiped out. They sprawled on the bed, sheets kicked to the floor, holding hands with their legs thrown over each other.

"Oh Daphne."

"Oh Velma."

"You blew me away."

"Ditto." 

I pulled the camera back. They were whispering to each other. Silly girl stuff, I imagined. Then they turned their heads and looked directly into Camera Two.

In unison, they asked, "Fred, did we blow YOU away?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Did they say, "Fred"?

"Hey, Captain Jones, don't pretend you didn't see or hear us," laughed Daphne.

I looked around the room. They couldn't see me. That was impossible. "Hello, Officers Velma and Daphne, are you there? Over?"

"Come on, Fred, we know you're in the Mystery Machine watching," said Velma, nuzzling up to Daphne's still-throbbing pinkish nipple. "Don't you think we can tell when the cameras are rolling? We work here too, you know."

"Ahhh, I just walked in and . . . "

"Liar, liar, cock on fire," scolded Velma. "We could see the red 'active' light blink. AND, don't forget this place is wired for intercom. When we left to go get dinner we never turned it off. Remember? We were talking two-way when we all left. We never disengaged it at this end. We know that Shaggy got turned on looking at the food and had to go get a bite."

"And you spilled something on your pants a few minutes ago," chimed in Daphne, licking Velma's fingers. 

"OK, I'll admit it. I saw everything."

"And was that spill something sticky?"

Boy, that had me by the balls this time. I felt a hot blush spread over me.

"You could say that."

"Could we say, you came in your pants?" teased Velma.

"You could say that, too."

"Oh, Fred, that's so sweet! The three of us came together. Talk about a team-building exercise. They should try that at the academy. Don't be embarrassed," said Daphne. "We're not embarrassed."

"Well, OK. Just don't say anything about it at the station house."

"Same for you about us, right?" said Velma.

"For sure."

"Now let's all turn off the cameras," said Velma lightly. "Daphne and I will close up shop here and catch a ride home from the night shift cops working the Convention Center area. We'll do our paperwork tomorrow. Then Daphne and I are going to do some research on earlobes. So say good-night, Fred."

"Good-night, Daphne and Velma. Have a good weekend."

"We will, we will," said Daphne. "My cunt's already bouncing back. Oh, we forgot to do something." She turned the mezcal bottle upside down and shook the worm on to Velma's palm. Velma pulled it in half and handed a section to Daphne. Then, like newlyweds with cake, they fed the worm halves to each other.

"You know, Fred, the legend is that the worm makes you horny," purred Daphne. "Patrolbabe Velma and I are going to check that out as soon as we get to my place. I know it's either true or extremely true."

As I flipped the switched to turn off the cameras, the door to the Mystery Machine opened. Shaggy climbed in with a big bag. Scooby-Doo jumped up and sniffed the bag. "Man, did I score some primo Scooby snacks at Denny's. I'm glad I left you and those two gals to get some grub. Fred, you OK? You look a little spacy."

"I'm OK, Shaggy. Just a little tired. I guess I am hungry."

"Now you're talking, hombre." He began to pull containers from the bag. "Care for some guacamole?"



Oh Dawn, You're Bad!



"Hi my name is Dawn I teach at Livingston high school and I was told by the guidance department that you were looking for a summer tutor for your son Ronnie" I said.

"I'm so glad to hear from you, you taught my nephew last year and he raved about you, Ronnie my son is 18 and is going to be a senior this year, he repeated a early grade due to us moving. He's an excellent student but he needs some help to increase his SAT score. A higher SAT could give him a boost in getting into one of the colleges he would like to go to." Mrs.R said.

"Sure I could help with that, I didn't realize that you were Dustan's Aunt, I recognized the last name and wasn't sure if you were related, he was a pleasure to teach. If Ronnie is willing to learn we should be able to boost his score. Is he willing to do this?" I asked

"Oh yes, actually it was his idea, so there's no pressure from us for him to take summer classes. My husband and I both work, so we feel better knowing he's not just hanging around our pool all day doing nothing."

We settled on the days and hours that I would go to their house and how much they would pay me. She offered the dollar amount and it was higher than I would have asked, so I was very pleased. 



There's just one small problem, well not actually a problem, but, well let me explain.

Dustan, Mrs. R's nephew was a student of mine last year and yes he was a very good student, but in my more private moments when I was feeling horny or when my husband was touching me I would fantasize it was Dustan. I knew this wasn't right, after all he was my student, but then again it wasn't something I would ever act on. I would also fantasize that the boys in my class could see me nude; I would dismiss it as just a sexy little quirk and nothing more. 

Until, I over heard some of the boys, all over 18, saying that they were going to go to the local clothing optional beach. I knew my friend Gloria went to the same beach on occasion, and I asked her if she would go with me. I told her about my fantasy about exposing myself to my students; she laughed and thought it was pretty cool. Most people would freak out if they heard a teacher friend say something like that, but Gloria, a life long exhibitionist and seems to like younger guys, was all for it.



The plan was that I would wear sunglasses, wear my hair down and wear a beach hat, so the students wouldn't recognize me. I didn't mind they saw all of me, but I was their teacher after all and couldn't be exposing myself to them. The whole plan worked like a charm and we had a fun day nude with my students and none were the wiser that they spent the day with their teacher. Dustan was one of those students.

That adventure doesn't have anything to do with this summer job. After that day on the beach I was on such a guilt trip over acting like that I swore I would never do anything like that ever again. I was a married woman, a teacher and mom to a beautiful girl and I wouldn't jeopardize that over a cheap sex thrill. I'm telling you this now to show you I'm not as "reserved" as I first appear. I do have my kinky moments.

The schedule for tutoring Ronnie was Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 9 AM to noon. Not a grinding schedule by any means. It would be for 4 or 5 weeks depending on our progress.



Ronnie's home was only 2 miles from my own home and I arrived right on time Monday morning. I was greeted at the door my Mrs. R who planned on going to work later than usual so she could show me were we could work and introduce me to Ronnie. She was in her early to mid 40's and was very attractive. She called upstairs for Ronnie to come meet his tutor. I heard foot steps running down the stairs and he walked into the room. 

This boy was so handsome he took my breath away; tall, lean, well tanned, curly black hair, he was wearing shorts and a tight tee shirt, I could see he was very fit. 

Mrs. R made the introductions; Ronnie was very polite, mentioned he's seen me in the school and looked forward to our summer program.

Mrs. R said her good-byes and left us to get started.

I had a lesson plan worked out and went over it with Ronnie so he would know that it was a tight schedule and he had to be prepared to work. He was very agreeable and even offered to do additional work if need be. 

We spent the next 2 and half hours hitting the books. I could tell right off the bat he was a smart kid and I was starting to think the test score had more to do with the anxiety of taking the test than his lack of knowledge. I'll have to work that into my program I was thinking.



The first day went well. Ronnie is a bright boy and is eager to learn

At dinner that evening I was telling my husband about Mrs. R and Ronnie and how I need one more tutoring job to fill my summer. He was being polite and listened, but I knew he really wasn't interested. My daughter was telling us about fun she had with Grandma, who was watching her while I did my tutoring. My husband was very interested in her stories, which was great, he's a good dad. Sometimes I wished he could be more interested in me.



The next day I landed another tutoring job with a girl student, it was for the afternoons of the same days I was tutoring Ronnie. I asked for the same dollar amount as I was getting from Mrs. R and they accepted.

It was Wednesday morning and as soon as I rang the doorbell Ronnie answered, He was in shorts and was holding his tee shirt; I sneaked a glance at his chest and couldn't help thinking how good he looked. We went into the library which was where we studied. Ronnie put his shirt on as we walked into the room. 

I always try to dress as a professional, so even though it was a summer job I wore a summer blouse and skirt; I did forgo stockings so I could wear sandals.

While we were studying I noticed Ronnie's eyes would drift toward my legs, it was then that I realized my skirt rose up and I was showing more leg than was appropriate. I surprised myself by not moving my hem down over my knee, I enjoyed the attention. After we took a short break I made sure my skirt wasn't up too high.



We had another productive session, as I was leaving I told him I was off to tutor Tina, he said he knew her and thought she was very hot. 

That night while I was lying in bed with my husband, he reached over and cupped my breast as we drifted off to sleep. I was visioning that it was Ronnie holding me.

I woke the next morning, my husband had already left for work and my daughter was still sleeping. I was just lying there gradually waking up. The image of me being nude on the beach with my students drifted into my thoughts. How exciting it was to have them see me naked, and how exciting it was to see their young cocks. I rolled over onto my tummy, slid my hand in my pajama bottoms and began to finger myself and rub myself onto my hand. I'm not sure how long I was doing that, but I had an explosive orgasm which left me out of breath. 



I've masturbated many times before thinking about that day and I usually felt very guilty about it afterward. This morning my thoughts were how can I give Ronnie an accidental peek? After having that thought, I felt guilty.

It was Friday morning and I was getting dressed, I put on a shear matching bra and panties, a buttoned up blouse and a summer skirt. I realized I was spending more time this morning picking out my clothing, combing my hair and applying make up. You would think I was trying to impress someone.



I rang the doorbell and Ronnie opened the door. Again he wasn't wearing a shirt, and he didn't have one with him, he wore a pair of baggy boxers.

"I must have over slept," he said as he opened the door. "I'm still wearing what I slept in," he added.

I was thinking he must have been sleeping at the door to open it so fast, but didn't comment.

"I'll go change if you like," he said. 

I surprised myself by saying, "No you're fine like that."

He seemed surprised by my response, just smiled, and said "let's get started." 

What a beautiful boy I thought as we walked towards the library and at the same time unbuttoning the top two buttons on my blouse.

Our studying began and we were moving right along. On occasion I could see him glance in my direction, stealing a peek into my partially opened blouse. I was enjoying myself knowing that he was looking at me.



He was looking at me again and I looked right at him, he quickly looked back at the computer program we were working with. Since he was looking there I took a turn checking him out. I looked at his bare chest with just a little hair growing on it. My eyes then moved down to his boxers. I almost did a comedic double take, when I saw the head of his cock sticking out of the leg of his boxers. My eyes froze there looking at it, I could tell he didn't have an erection, but it was getting there. I looked up at him to make sure he didn't catch me, but our eyes met. I didn't know what to do or say I was so embarrassed. I could feel my face flush and I was about to utter some benign comment when Ronnie said "I'm sorry it just happened and I didn't want to draw attention to it more by adjusting myself."

"Aah that's okay," was all I could get out, Duh!

He adjusted himself and I was about to button my blouse, but then realized it would be obvious to him that I was aware that they were unbuttoned in the first place, so I just left them open.



We worked hard, no pun intended, for two hours when he asked if would could take a break. I usually take a break after each hour, but I wasn't thinking all the clearly today.

"Sure Ronnie, I'm sorry I lost track of time."

"Would you like to have an iced coffee out by the pool?"He asked.

"That would be wonderful," I replied.

We both went into the kitchen, he poured each of us the iced coffee and we each added our own condiments. We then walked out by the pool and I sat at the patio table, Ronnie moved his chair away from the table so he could stretch out his legs.

"So Mrs. Dawn, you look different in the summer than you do in school," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well in school you don't look as, well as pretty."

"I'll take that as a compliment that I look okay now," I said with a laugh.

"I mean you always look nice, but in school you look more like a teacher."

What Ronnie was referring to is that when I'm in school I tend not to wear much make up and I wear clothes that are more, well teacher like.

I was told by a vice principle of my school that I looked too sexy and I should tune it down. I took her advice and look rather drab.

"Ronnie, I'm glad you like the way I look now, but in school I dress more conservatively, that's all."

"You look hot now," he blurted out. "I mean you look very nice," he added.

"I'm glad you think so Ronnie," I said with a smile and I really meant it.



We changed the subject to sports which seemed like a saver subject. While we talked I would look at his long tanned legs stretched out in from of him. My eyes would go up his legs and I must confess I was hoping the head of his cock would make another appearance, but it didn't. I crossed and re-crossed my legs as we talked and I saw that his eyes would go right to my legs when I did that. I wasn't sure how much he could see, but I was getting excited knowing he was looking.

Our break ended and we continued the studies for the remainder of the hour and then I left.



I went to the shore with the family that weekend and we had a wonderful time. My husband received the benefits of me being horny since I left Ronnie, because I almost fucked his brains out that night when we made love. That was his comment not mine, but I agree it was very good.



Late Sunday afternoon driving home from the shore we hit a tremendous amount of traffic so we just crept along the parkway. I was in the passenger seat and my daughter was asleep in the back. I was wearing a tank top and shorts. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not, but I did it anyway. I pull my shorts down around my ankles.

Luckily we were going slowly, because my husband swerved a little when he saw what I did.

"Dawn what are you doing?" he said.

"Just getting more comfortable, why you don't like it?"

"I like it a lot I'm just surprised that's all," he said with a big grin.

As we drove along at a snails pace he would look over at me and reach over and rub my pussy. This was very exciting, my husband is very conservative about sexual things, but he was enjoying himself.

I finally pulled my panties down also and it was funny to see my husband looking all around as if someone was going to see. As it turned out a mile or so down the road a SUV was riding along next to us. I could see the guy driving looking down into our car and looking at me. 

I said "don't look now honey, but the guy riding next to us is looking at your wife's pussy."

"Jesus Christ Dawn, cover up," He yelled.

"Don't get so excited, let him look I don't think he can see all that much, besides he's stuck in the same traffic we are and needs a distraction," I said with a laugh, " I like that he's looking at me."

"Oh my God Dawn what's got into you?"

"Just having some fun," I answered, and I was.

We drove along with my husband not saying anything more, but I could see he was getting a hard on and I bet the guy in the SUV was getting one also.

As we got off the parkway I pulled up my panties and shorts for the rest of the ride.



That night in bed my husband said he was shocked by what I did, but added that he thought it was very sexy of me showing myself to another man. 

"You don't think I'm a pervert?" I asked.

"No not at all, no one was harmed, probably gave the SUV guy something to talk about for the rest of his life when anyone mentions riding home in the shore traffic."

We both laughed and made love with even more passion then the other night. 



Monday morning rolled around and I was looking forward to seeing Ronnie. I wore a skirt and blouse as usual, but I kept the buttons' buttoned, thinking I had such a nice sexy weekend with my husband there was no need for me to take crazy chances with a student. Saying that, I did make sure that my bra and panties matched.



I rang the doorbell as usual and was surprised no one answered right away, I rang it again, still no response. I then noticed a piece of paper down by feet which looked like a page from a note paid. Written on it, it said "come in, I'm swimming laps in the pool, signed Ronnie. I guess it fell off the door since it had a piece of tape on it.



I walked inside, dropped my stuff off in the library and proceeded to the pool. I walked through the sliding glass door and I could see someone in the pool. I walked to the edge to let Ronnie know I was here. He was swimming away from me and I could see his head and arms stroking through the water. I also noticed his legs kicking and his bare butt! Oh my God he's swimming naked, should I walk back into the house or what. I wasn't sure what to do, but in my confusion I did nothing but stood there and watched. He swam one more lap then surfaced holding on the side of the pool right in front of me. He looked up at me and smiled, didn't say anything, just smiled. I didn't know what to say myself, so there we were him in the pool and me standing above him. I then noticed his eyes were looking up my skirt. I was standing right above him so all he had to do was just look up, which he was, and wasn't being shy about it either. I took a step back, but he said "No, please stay there." I moved forward again so he could look. I don't know why I did what he said, but I did. As I stood there looking at this handsome boy looking up my skirt I felt so sexy. I even widened my stance to give him a better view, what have I become?



Finally I realized how weird this was.

"Ronnie, time to get out of the pool and get some work done," I said while stepping back. 

He didn't say anything just swam over to the steps and got out of the pool. He had his back to me and I could see the water glistening off his wet back and very nice butt. He turned around and walked towards me, he had a beautiful erection, and I didn't say anything just looked at his body as he walked right past me to the chair where he left his towel. He sort or struck a pose before he wrapped it around his waist, smiling the whole time. My legs felt weak from the excitement as I followed him into the house. I caught up with him in the kitchen.



"Want an ice coffee?' he asked.

"Yes please," I answered, trying to decide if I should say anything about what just happened of let it go like it didn't happen at all.

"We can drink this in the library, we're way behind today's schedule," I said as I left the room.

He remained in his towel, didn't even bother to pull on shorts. I couldn't help but wonder when and if he was going to remove it.

He didn't though, we did our studies like every other day, during our breaks we talked like we always did and nothing was mentioned about earlier. I have to say it was the easiest way to handle it, by not handling it at all, just never mentioning it.

However as I was leaving Ronnie said "When you come in the mornings and if no one answers the door, just come on in, I'll probably be in the pool."

He just said it matter of fact with no detectable hidden meaning or innuendo.

Could it be that it meant so little to him to look up my skirt or walk right by me with a hard on he wouldn't even mention it. How could he not care when my pussy is soaking wet. As I was driving away I had to laugh at myself for being annoyed that a boy wasn't acting the way I thought he should, hell I didn't know how to act myself.



I really didn't know how I would act or what I would do when I rang the doorbell for our next class, as I expected, no one answered the door. I entered the house and walked towards the pool area. I was feeling excited, but when I looked in the pool there were two people swimming laps, both naked, I recognized Ronnie, but I didn't know who the other person was. I stood by the edge of the pool, but not as close this time. Ronnie was the first to stop by the side of the pool the other person continued swimming laps.

"Hi" Ronnie said with a smile. "I see we have company, "gesturing towards the swimmer.

"Yes that's my friend Steve, I just asked him over to swim laps with me, and he'll leave as soon as we start working."

"You didn't think I would be upset by finding two naked boys in the pool?" I said. 

"You seemed cool about seeing me the other day, so I figured you were okay with it."

"Oh Ronnie, I don't know what to say." I really didn't know what to say. I was mad because nothing was said before and now I'm more uncomfortable when something is said.

"I'll introduce you to him, he's a nice guy."

"Does he go to our school," I asked.

"No he goes to a catholic High School, he's going to be a senior and 18 also, and he lives down the street."

"Okay, but he'll have to go soon, we have work to do," I said while turning to walk back into the house.

"Wait," Ronnie said "Stand close to the edge of the pool while I introduce you."

I didn't have anytime to reply when Steve surfaced next to Ronnie, I stepped to the edge of the pool.



While Ronnie made the introductions both boys were looking up skirt. Steve wasn't as handsome as Ronnie, but he was very nice looking, well tanned with hair bleached by the sun. As we talked I widened my stance to give them a better view of my panties. I couldn't help noticing them looking at each other and smiling when I did that, Ronnie must have told Steve he could get a peek, that's why he was here. As exciting as it was letting them look I had to end it.

"Okay Ronnie we have work to do, Steve you'll have to excuse us."




Oh Dawn, You're Bad!



I guess this was phase two of what Ronnie told Steve would happen, because without another word being said, both boys went to the pool stairs, got out of the water and stood there with a hard on.

They didn't move at first, my eyes were staring at their beautiful hard cocks. I finally said,"boys cover up."

They walked right towards me, I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, I was hot enough for anything, but they walked right past me, got their towels and were drying off when the phone rang. 

Ronnie said he'd get it and went into the house. Steve faced me and slowly dried himself off while I just stood there looking at him. He reached down and held his cock, then Ronnie called from the rear door that his mom was on the phone and wanted to talk with me. He could have brought the phone to me, but I was glad that I didn't have to talk with Mrs. R while I was looking at the boys.



"Hello Mrs. R is everything okay?" I asked.

"Hi Dawn yes everything is fine. I just wanted to ask you a favor."

"Sure what is it?" I asked. 

"I just found out that I have a business conference in St Bart's for 4 days next week."

"Sounds nice," I interjected.

"Yes very nice, I would really like to let Ronnie join me, my husband can't get away from his job and I think it would be a fun trip for him."

"It sounds like it would be a fun experience."

"The thing is I don't want him to miss his tutoring and fall behind."

"He's a very bright boy and I don't think missing a few days would mess him up," I said, but thinking missing a week would throw us off pace.

"Well what I was thinking if it was at all possible could you come with us to St. Bart's and continue with his lessons there. I'll pay for everything, it won't cost you a dime and I'll still pay you. Do you think you could come?"

"It sounds really terrific, but I'll have to ask my husband and see if my mother could watch my daughter for the days we're gone. Could I let you know this evening?"

"Sure Dawn that will be fine. I do plan on taking Ronnie, so if you can't come, you'll have to cancel next week. I'll still pay you though," she said.

"That would be very nice thank you, but I'll try to go with you."

"That would be wonderful. I know Ronnie would like that, he seems very fond of you," she said with a smile in her voice.

I hung up and went back out to the pool. Thankfully both boys were dressed in shorts.

"Okay Steve it's been nice meeting you, but Ronnie and I have to start studying."

"It's been a pleasure Dawn, hope to see more of you," he said with a grin and walked towards the side gate to head home.

"Thanks Dawn," said Ronnie. We both knew he was thanking me for letting him and his friend look up my skirt, but I didn't respond. Saying your welcome would sound dumb.

"Did my mom tell you about going away next week?" Ronnie asked.

"Yes she did"

"Are you coming with us" he asked.

"I'll have to check with my husband," I said.

"I hope you can," he said.



We continued on with our studies with no further discussion of what happened this morning. I know I wouldn't say "I really enjoyed myself having you and Steve look up my skirt and wow what beautiful cocks you have". Saying nothing is starting to suit me fine.





At the dinner table that evening I told my husband about the offer I had from Mrs. R, he was okay with it as long as I had the baby sitting for my daughter squared away with my mother. Mom loves watching her so she agreed right away.

I called Mrs. R and told her I would be happy to join them next week. She said she would have the itinerary for me when I come Friday for Ronnie's session. She also said she invited a friend of Ronnie's a boy named Steve to join us and his parents said it was okay, he's a nice boy and I'll like him. Oh the boy who showed me his cock, I thought.

Friday morning rolled around and once again I was ringing the doorbell. I was surprised when Ronnie answered the door, just in shorts, but he was dressed and not in the pool.

"No laps today? " I asked as I entered.

"He laughed and said "No, my mom was running late, you just missed her by minutes, I didn't want to be naked in front of my mom," he said with a laugh.

"Oh just like being nude for me?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah well, that is pretty cool, "he answered.

"It was a surprise, "I said, but with a smile.

"I like swimming nude when I'm alone too," he said.

"Yeah like when you were with Steve," I said, "but I don't want to discuss it," I added.

"Okay, I understand, it's great you're going with us next week, do you think we can only do classes for two hours each day?" he asked.

"We'll have to see what happens when we get there and if that's okay with your mom, now let's get to work."

I was really pleased with the progress we were making. I was giving him different types of tests to do so he wouldn't get so uptight about testing. He was doing well.

We breezed through the lesson and a short test. We finished about a half hour early.

"I think we should call it quits for today," I said.

"Okay sounds good to me," replied Ronnie." Want to go swimming in the pool?" he asked with a smile.

"I guess this is where I say I'd love to but I don't have a bathing suit," I said also with a smile.

"We could swim nude, sure, that would be great," he said apparently missing my sarcasm.

"Sorry Ronnie just can't do that.'

"You shouldn't be shy, you have a good body."

"Thanks, but it's more because I'm here in your home as a teacher and you're my student," I said.

"So if you weren't my teacher you'd swim nude with me?"

"Ronnie let's just drop the subject okay." 



It was mid day Sunday when our plane landed.

I sat with Mrs. R and Ronnie and Steve sat together two rows behind us. I got to know Mrs. R better from talking and I liked her. She told me to call her Dina. 

We got to a small hotel, the boys shared a room and I was surprised that Dina and I each had our own room. I was thinking we would share one.

The three rooms were all adjacent and had a common balcony over looking the beautiful beach and the bluest water I've ever seen.



We all got settled in and gathered together and decided to do a little sight seeing or at least get our bearings as to what is near by.

What a beautiful place and we all seemed to be enjoying each others company.



That evening Dina had to go to a welcoming dinner that was for all the personal from her firm and their spouses. Since Dina's husband couldn't come she invited me. We had a wonderful time and I noticed Dina was well liked by her coworkers, especially with some of the guys who openly flirted with her when they realized she wasn't with her husband, a few joked that perhaps she switched teams since she showed up with me. It was all taken in good fun and they even flirted with me which I enjoyed. It must have something to do with the tropical breezes.

Tropical breezes or not Dina and I said our good byes at the end of the evening and went back to our rooms alone.



The next day Dina had some morning seminars to attend and the boys and I went to the beach at the hotel we were staying at. I wore a new peach colored one piece suit and the boys grinned when I walked on the beach to first join them. I was feeling pretty good about how I looked. Not to brag , but I do have a good figure, nice full breasts, trim waist, long legs and according to my husband a behind that could stop traffic.



I brought a book I wanted to have Ronnie look over as part of his studies. Both boys groaned when I took it out of my beach bag.

"Dawn we're in paradise and you want me to study?"

"I wouldn't be in paradise with you if your mom didn't want to study. Just go over the first three chapters and we can discuss it when you're finished, it won't be difficult."

Steve said "while you're doing that I'm going to go for a run." He got up ran jogged down the beach. Ronnie reluctantly picked up the book and started reading.

When he finished, we were talking about it when Steve came back from his run, he was gone for almost two hours, he was soaking wet from sweat, and I must say looked real good. I had a mental picture flash through my mine of seeing him nude at the pool.



"Dawn can I take a break and go for a swim?" Ronnie asked.

"Sure go ahead, we are in paradise after all,"I answered with a smile.

"Come join us," said Steve.

"I don't mind if I do," I answered.

The water was glorious and as we swam together. I notice the boys were staring at my breasts, but that's pretty much what teenage boys do when they're with a female, I did enjoy the attention. The one thing I didn't notice at first, but realized it as we swam was that my peach bathing suit became almost see through when wet. Hmm the boys were getting an eyeful and I could just pretend that I had no idea. What fun

I could pretend I was unaware up until Ronnie told me to stand up a few times when I was dipped down in the water. Each time I did as I was told, go figure.

I got out of the water first and received some looks since my pubic hair could be seen through my suit. Yes I still have pubic hair, I trim the edges so it doesn't stick out of my bathing suits, but the rest remains. 



I was all dried off by the time the boys got out of the water and I was ready to go back to my room. They planned on staying the remainder of the day. I saw them eyeing some girls around their own age that were sitting near by on the beach. 



I returned to my room, took a shower and went out to do some shopping. All four of us went to dinner that night and planned to spend the afternoon together tomorrow. 

The boys said there's a section of beach they found out about that would be great for snorkeling. Dina and I agreed we would like to snorkel, so it was a plan.



The next morning after breakfast Steve went off somewhere and Ronnie and I studied. Considering there were a million distractions I was please that Ronnie stayed focused and we accomplished a lot. 

We all met for lunch at out hotels beach cafe. I wore my peach colored bathing suit again, even with knowing it became transparent, I did enjoy the attention. I was hoping Dina wouldn't throw a fit when she saw it wet. That worry pretty much vanished when Dina came to lunch in a very skimpy yellow bikini, which I could tell wouldn't cover much when it got wet. 

After we ate Dina asked"so where is this beach you guys were telling us about?"

Steve answered" It's about two miles down the beach. I found it when I was running yesterday and Ronnie and I checked it out yesterday afternoon."

"Where do we get the gear for snorkeling? " I asked.

"Our hotel has it for its guest and I reserved it for us, and they'll drive us to the beach in the hotel van when we're ready," said Ronnie.

"I'm ready now, let's go" said Dina.

Our gear was loaded into the van by the driver; he told us it's just a short drive to the beach.

He asked Dina "Are you the movie star Lisa Rinna?"

Steve jumped in and said"I always told Ronnie I thought that's who you looked like."

"No, I'm not, but I've heard that before," Dina answered with a smile.

"Now that it was mentioned you do look like her," said.

We pulled into a parking lot and the driver said we just had to walk a short distance from there to the waters edge. The boys said they knew where they were going, grabbed the gear and led the way.



The boys walked us up the beach and I could see that there quite a lot of people on the beach and in the water. As we got closer to them I also noticed that they were all nude!

Dina realized it the same time I did, we looked at each other and she said" the sneaky little bastards," and we both laughed.

"Well we're here," the boys said as they dropped our stuff. We were near other people, but far enough away to be comfortable.

"There seems to be a little detail you forgot to mention about the great beach to snorkel on," said Dina.

"What's that mom?" said Ronnie with a grin on his face.

"This is a really cool place," said Steve, "I think you'll lake it."

"Oh you think that Steve" said Dina.

Dina looked at me and said "what do you think?"

I pulled her out of ear shot of the boys and said "I really have no problem being on a nude beach, but I am Ronnie's tutor and I am a teacher in his high school. I just don't know."

"I don't know how I feel spending time on a nude beach with my son, and Steve who is my neighbor friends son," she said, but then said" Steve is a cutie though," and grinned.

I knew I wanted to stay because I wanted the boys to see me naked. The reservations I had were real though, but seeing Dina's grin I knew she wanted to stay also.

Before I could say let's stay, Dina said "I want to stay and I'll make the boys swear to secrecy that they will never tell anyone, Okay?"

"Okay, works for me," I answered.

"Boys I'm not thrilled that you tried to trick me and Dawn, but if you promise never to tell a soul about this we'll stay."

The boys blurted out a dozen pledges to secrecy all at the same time.



They spread out the two beach blankets we brought and then stood there looking at us.

"What?" I said.

"Who's going to go first?" Ronnie asked.

"Well since it was your idea I think you guys should go first," said Dina

We didn't have to ask the boys twice. They both pulled their tee-shirts over their heads, Steve looked over at Ronnie and he shrugged his shoulders and pulled down his bathing suit. His cock was already starting to get hard. I glanced over at Dina and her eyes were glued on Steve's cock. It did look nice.

Ronnie then pulled down his suit and he had a full erection.

"Oh my God," said Dina, more to her self, "I had no idea," I guessed referring to the size of her own sons' erection. It too looked very, very nice.

"Okay now your turn," said Ronnie talking to both of us.

My suit was a one piece so I pulled the top half down to waist and watched both looks faces as they saw my bare breasts, my nipples got instantly hard. I then pulled my suit down over my hips and butt and stood before the boys complexly naked. I wondered if they saw the wet spot I left on my suit before I removed it.

Dina reached around her back and unclasped her top and let it fall to the sand. Steve couldn't stop from grinning from ear to ear. I wonder how many times he jerked off at night thinking about his best friend's mom.

She turned her back to the boys and wiggled out of her bikini bottom, what a great ass she had. Even Ronnie couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She then turned around so that they could see all of her. She, like me, still had pubic hair, mine is light brown and fairly straight, hers was black ringlets. 

"Boys sit down or go in the water or something you can't stand there in front of us with hard ons," Dina said.

"Okay we'll go in the water, but come in and join us," said Ronnie.

"We will in a few minutes "I said.

Dina and I sat down on the blanket and watched the boys running into the water.

"Christ that was something," laughed Dina.

"I don't know why, but I was surprised to see their erections," I said with a laugh.

"I guess we should have known that would happen," she said. "I can't believe I was nude in front of my son while he had a hard on."

Yeah well we are on a nude beach and they are teens, they probably always have hard ons," I said.

"I have a bit of a confession Dawn," Dina said looking at me.

"What?" I asked almost afraid to hear it.

"Well I've had a few sex dreams about Steve."

I cracked up laughing, more from relief that it wasn't something more sinister like something to do with her son, "I can see why, he's a handsome young man," I said.

"The thing is even though I think it's embarrassing to see my son's cock hard, it was worth it to see Steve and to have him see me."

"Well, I liked seeing both of them and them seeing me, but I'm sure Ronnie will be more interested in seeing me, his "teacher" then to worry about seeing his mom."

"Let's go in the water and make the best of it," I said as I stood up, thinking this is the best!



Dina got up and we walked together towards the water where we saw the boy's waist deep waving to us.

The water was crystal clear and warm. It was such a wonderful feeling standing there with the boys looking at my bare breasts and I could see through the water that they both had erections. We swam about, splashed and laughed and had a really good time.



We got out of the water and stretched out in the sun on our beach blanket. It wasn't planned by me or Dina, but maybe by the boys that when we swam or now lying on the beach we were pairing off, me and Ronnie and Steve with Dina. It wasn't anything overt, just seemed to be that way. It did make sense considering the relationship, but Dina and Ronnie didn't seem to be bothered by the nudity after the first sight of each other.



The second time we went in the water we brought the swim masks with the snorkels attached and the swim fins. We were all strong swimmers so we went out a fairly good distance, but not so far it was dangerous.

The first thing I noticed was that Ronnie and Steve spent more time looking at me and Dina than any fish that might swim by. When I went under I realized why, you could see everything perfectly and I had an excellent view of Steve's cock as he glided by me. 

So we snorkeled, but I must say, just like the boys were looking at us and we were looking at the boys.

"Dawn would you do me a favor?" asked Ronnie.

"Yeah I guess, depends what it is." I said.

"I want to look at you peeing," he said.

I wasn't sure if he meant at some other time or now.

"When?" 

"Right now I'll go under water and look at you and you pee."

Once again I was willing to do what he asked.

"Okay, I'll tell you when," 

I never did anything like this before and was really feeling very sexy about it.

"Okay I'm ready." 

Ronnie went underwater in front of me and I started to pee. The water was so clear that I could look down and see the yellow stream of pee coming out of me into the water. It's a feeling that is hard to describe, but I felt like I totally abandoned any moral compass that I ever had, good god I was peeing in front of a student and to top it off at his request.

When I stopped he surfaced saying "That was so hot." I had to agree. What am I becoming?



Just before we got out of the water, I was underwater and looked over to where Dina and Steve were standing, they were facing each other and I could see Dina's hand holding Steve's cock. I wasn't prepared for that, I guess swimming naked wasn't fun enough for us. Dina's sex dreams about Steve were becoming reality. I popped up out of the water and saw them looking around and laughing. Ronnie was heading for shore and wasn't looking at them. I'm guessing that's who they were looking for so mom and best friend wouldn't get caught touching each other. Dina saw me looking and gave me a smile. We spent the remainder of the afternoon sunning and taking an occasional quick dip. Dina had a company cocktail party that evening so we had to get back, I could have stayed with the boys into the evening. It was so sexy having them look at me and I loved seeing the reaction I was getting, oh those young cocks.



Dina went to her cocktail party and I went to dinner with the boys at a local restaurant. I was going to pay, but Ronnie said he was paying, his mother insisted.

After dinner I told the boys I was exhausted and was going to go back to my room, call my husband and daughter and then read. They wanted me to stay with them and enjoy some of the night life, but I told them to have fun and don't get into any mischief.

Back in my room I undressed put on a tee-shirt to sleep in and called home. Everyone was doing fine and I told my husband what a beautiful place this was and I went snorkeling. He said maybe we could go back for a vacation next year and then he told me about something he was doing with his work. We said our goodbyes and I curled up in bed and began reading.




Oh Dawn, You're Bad!



I must have fallen asleep while reading, the book was opened next to me in bed. It was dark in the room, but I saw the alarm clock and it was just past midnight. Then I noticed that I could hear someone talking out on the balcony. I walked over to the sliding glass door which I left open from earlier and saw Ronnie and Steve looking out to the ocean.



"Hi boy's mind if I join you?" I asked as I walked over and stood between the boys as all three of us leaned against the railing looking out at the water.

"We were going to call you, but didn't want to wake you," said Ronnie.

"I did fall asleep while reading and just now woke up."

"You look nice in your tee-shirt," said Steve.

"It's just something I sleep in," I answered knowing he just wanted to make me aware that he was looking at me.

"How come you don't sleep nude?" asked Ronnie.

"Aren't you getting a little personal?" I said.

"Sorry I thought since we spent the day naked together I could ask that," he responded.

I laughed and said "you have a point there, but being nude on the beach doesn't give you the go ahead to ask me personal things."

"Sorry didn't want to make you mad."

"I'm not mad; I just feel a little funny about being naked with you boys as it is."

"You enjoyed it right?"

"Yes very much, but I have to remember that I am a teacher and you're my student."

"I'm not your student," said Steve, "can I ask you questions?" That got a chuckle out of all of us.

I said "sorry this turned into a negative conversation, my fault. I do sleep nude sometimes, how's that?"

"So is it okay to ask you another question?" asked Ronnie.

I knew I should stop this right now, but I was feeling sexy standing between these handsome boys on such a beautiful evening.

"Oh what the hell go ahead and ask," I said.

"Did you like seeing our cocks when we got out of the pool at home?"

I wasn't prepared for a question that had to do with something like that, I hesitated, both boys were looking at me.

"Yes, I liked that," was all I could say.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Why did you want me to see you nude and weren't you afraid I'd tell on you?" 

Ronnie answered "It's hard for me to explain, but I find it so exciting to have a woman see me that way."

"You've done it to others?"

"Not a lot, but one time with our house cleaning lady, another time with my older girl cousin."

"And one time to my mother," added Steve.

I laughed seeing Steve didn't seem all that upset but Ronnie looked so embarrassed.

I asked"so you flashed your best friend's mom?"

Steve said "yeah he sure did, I heard my mom tell my father that she had the shock of her life when she stopped by to drop something off for Mrs. R. She said Ronnie answered the door and while telling her that his mom wasn't home the towel he had wrapped around his waist dropped to the floor by accident and he had a hard on, and my mom actually said hard on."

"I've told Steve I'm sorry a million times already," said Ronnie.

"When did this happen?" I asked.

"The beginning of spring," Ronnie said.

"You seem to be a pretty good sport about it Steve," I said.

"At first I was really pissed off and I confronted Ronnie about it, but the madder I got yelling at him and saying "you showed my mom your boner?" the funnier it got and we both cracked up laughing." 

"I told him about letting my cousin get a peek at me naked, so he knew I liked doing that, plus he also knew I think his mom is hot. So when he heard his mom saying what happened he knew I did it on purpose."

"You guys are too funny."

"That's not all of it," said Steve "as a payback we planned that I would let Mrs. R, see me naked in the pool like what we did with you, but it never worked out."

"Why didn't it work out?" I asked.

"Well if we were in the pool Ronnie's father was around the house or due home shortly, and we didn't want to get caught by him, that's for sure."

"So today's trip to the nude beach gave you the chance to let Dina see you."

"Yeah and I never thought I would see her naked too,"

"So when can I see your mom naked?" Ronnie asked with a laugh. Then we all laughed.

"Dawn I think you're like me and like to be seen naked," said Ronnie.

I didn't know if I should answer this or not. I mean I really knew I should deny it, but I liked being able to talk like this with the boys so I decided to sort of answer.

"I can't say I mind if someone looks at me, but I'm not going to go out of my way to expose myself."

"It sure was hot seeing you naked today, did you like that we saw all of you?"

"Yes I did like that."

"So which did you like best having us look at you or you looking at us?" asked Steve.

"Let me see, I liked seeing you knowing that you were hard from looking at me," I answered

"And hopefully from looking at me," said Dina as she walked onto the balcony. 

The three of us acted like we just got caught doing something.



"Oh, Hi Mom" said Ronnie.

"Hello Dina," I said with a weak smile.

"Yeah it was from looking at you too Mrs. R," said Steve with a big grin on his face.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything" Dina said.

I answered "no, we were just having a frank conversation. The boys were asking me questions and I found myself answering."

"Relax Dawn, its cool, I would answer also," She said with a reassuring smile,

then asked "anyone want some wine?"

We all said we would and went into Dina's room to pour ourselves a glass.

While we were serving ourselves Dina said" I'm still dressed from my meeting let me get comfortable like you guys. I was in my tee-shirt and the boys had on shorts and shirts.

Dina started to undress right in front of us.

"Ma, we're standing right here," said Ronnie.

"Well it's not like you'll see something you haven't already seen today."

"Yeah I know, but."

"Relax Ronnie I'll turn my back for your benefit."

"You don't have to turn your back on me," said Steve.

"I'll wait for you on the balcony," said Ronnie as he left the room

Steve stood there to watch and I stayed to watch Steve watch Dina.

Dina was wearing a champagne colored cocktail dress which she let fall to the floor as she faced Steve. She unclasped her strapless bra and let her breasts free; her nipples were hard and so were mine from watching.

I could see Steve's cock getting larger through his shorts. Dina then pulled down her panties and ran her fingers through her pubic hair to give them a fluff. She looked at me and smiled and it was then that I realized I was touching my pussy through my tee-shirt. I quickly move my hand away.

Dina raised her hands over her head posing like she was stretching; she then turned to her closet and put on a silk robe.

"Let's go out and join Ronnie" she said.

It was obvious that she shared my interests.



Ronnie was seated, so we pulled some chairs to the railing to join him and we sat looking at the water as we sipped our wine.

"So what was the line of questions the boys were asking" said Dina.

"We just asked her which she liked the best today being seen nude by us or looking at us naked," answered Steve.

"I heard the answer, and it made sense," said Dina.

"So which was it for you?" asked Steve.

"I liked being naked outside, that was exciting, and being seen was also very exciting and I liked what I saw so I guess I like everything about."

"What about seeing us?" asked Steve.

"Yes I liked looking at you Steve and yes I liked you looking at me and I'm sure just as much as Dawn liked looking at Ronnie."

"I did like looking at Ronnie," I added, which prompted a big smile from him.

We sat quiet for a while when Ronnie stood up and pulled his tee-shirt over his head and then dropped his shorts and underpants at the same time. He wasn't rock hard but his cock looked great.

"Good idea," said Steve and stood up he too undressed, but he did have a rock hard erection. Dina almost reached out to hold it, but caught herself and pulled back.

"Dawn, I think you should go next," said Ronnie. 

I stood and faced them and lifted my tee-shirt over my head and tossed it behind our chairs. I was still wearing panties so I made a show of slowly pulling them down then gave them a kick in Ronnie's direction. He caught them, lifted them to his nose and gave a big sniff. I thought I was going to cum just from seeing that.

I was still staring at Ronnie holding my panties to his face when Dina stood and dropped her robe. I quickly sat back down thinking this is getting way out of hand.

"What's the matter Dawn?" asked Ronnie.

"I'm so fucking horning I'm afraid what I'll do and I just can't go too far."

"So if you're so horny maybe you should masturbate," he said.

Dina and Steve weren't saying anything just watching us. 

"I, I guess," I stammered.



"Let's go into your room and you can play with yourself while we watch."

I didn't say anything I just walked to my room and the three of them followed.

"Lay on the bed Dawn," said Ronnie, which I did.

"Now touch yourself."

I was so hot I wasn't even thinking right from wrong. My right hand was rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. My left hand was slowly rubbing circles around my clit. The whole time I was doing that I was looking at their young faces and then at their big cocks. Dina's hand was between her legs as she watched.

I lost track of time, but I must have cum the first time in about two minutes, but I didn't stop. I came two more times before I was spent.

After I got my wits about me I sat on the edge of the bed and looked over at the boys.

"Wow," was all I could say.

Dina said "now it's my turn."

"Mom you don't have to do that," said Ronnie. 

I can't imagine too many guys want to watch their mother masturbate, but best friends sure would like to watch their friends mom.

Steve said "damn I want to see it."

I moved to the chair next to the bed and Dina took my place on the bed. She laid back and slowly opened her legs so the boys could see her open cunt. I was looking at Ronnie to see his reaction and he wasn't looking away. Steve was holding his erect cock. 

Dina was already soaking wet, with one hand she rubbed her clit and with the other she inserted three fingers into pussy. While she was doing that she was rolling and lifting her hips, like the boys I was captivated on her every move. When she came she murmured a string of curse words, well a lot of "oh fucks."

When she caught her breath she sat up and smiled at us.

"Okay boys it's your turn."



Her next statement shocked all of us.

"Dawn to you mind being cummed on?"

I answered like any slut would, "No I don't mind." Even though I never had someone do that to me.

"Okay boys we'll sit on the edge of the bed, Steve you stand in front of me and Ronnie you in front of Dawn, and then jerk off on us."

None of us said anything, we just got in the positions she said.

Both boys were only a foot away from us stroking their long hard cocks. I never experienced a sight like this, and I know it's one I'll never forget. My eyes were going from one boys face to the other and then back to their cocks. Ronnie was the first to cum and shot his sperm on my tits and neck. Steve came shortly after and shot a hot stream of cum right on Dina's face. Ronnie took a quick glance then looked back at me. I was rubbing his juices on my tits, god help me what have I become.

Dina got up to grab a towel to wipe her face off, I just sat there feeling like a slut and oddly enough enjoying it.



We all eventually went back outside and sat in our chairs facing the water. Dina opened another bottle of wine and we each had a glass.

"Well that was something," said Dina with a big grin, we all broke out laughing.

"You can say that again," I added.

"Ronnie honey, are you okay with what just happened between me and Steve?" asked Dina.

I was surprised she even mentioned it and just as surprised when Ronnie answered.

"Well it wasn't something I ever thought I would see my mom and best friend doing, but I'm okay with it, not sure why, but I'm okay."

Steve reached out to Ronnie and they exchanged a fist bump.

"How about you Dawn you okay?" asked Dina.

"As long as the boys swear that they will never tell a soul about what I did, I'm okay too."

The boys swore up and down that they will never tell anyone. I wasn't overly convinced, but felt better knowing that if they said anything about me they would have to include Dina. I didn't think that would happen, and if they did tell what happened, who would believe such a story.



I finally said that I had to shower and was very tired and wanted to go to bed. Ronnie offered to wash me off, but I declined, knowing full well he would want to get laid, and the fact is, I wanted to get laid too, but I just can't do that.

I woke the next morning, well rested, it was our last day and we would be leaving early the following morning. I made coffee in my room while I got dressed.



I walked out on the balcony and looked into the boy's room and saw they were both sound asleep. I thought I heard something coming from Dina's room so I walked over and looked in.

"Hi Dawn," 

"Hi Dina, I thought I heard something so I wanted to see if you're awake.

"I woke about 20 minutes ago. I have a breakfast meeting this morning."

"Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted to join me for breakfast."

"Sorry, but I'm glad you're here, I want to say something to you."

I was thinking this wasn't going to be good.

"Sure, what?" I asked.

"It's been fun being nude with the boys and last night was one of the most erotic nights I ever had."

"Can't argue with you on that," I said.

She smiled and said. "What I want to say is if you ever wanted to extend your tutoring duties with Ronnie to include teaching him first hand about sex, it would be alright with me."

It wasn't bad news, but definitely something I didn't expected.

"Dina, I can't believe we've done what we have. I'm an exhibitionist, and apparently a voyeur too, but I'm a happily married woman and don't."

She cut me off and said "Dawn, I understand I'm married also. I just wanted to say if it's something you might want to do its okay. It's not a request just an okay to do it."

"Okay, I didn't mean to over react, but these past few days have been way more than I would have ever thought I would do."

"You? I let my sons best friend cum on me ," she said with a laugh. Obviously she wasn't having any remorse.

"Would it be okay if I gave Ronnie a peek or two every once in awhile?" I asked, also with a smile.

"I'd think he would like that," she answered.



I was walking back to my room and decided to see if the boys were awake yet. I just couldn't imagine doing any kind of studying today and I wanted to tell Ron he had the day off.

I peeked my head in their room.

"Hi Dawn, "said Steve in a whisper so not to wake Ronnie.

"Hi Steve, I just wanted to tell Ron that we weren't going to study today," I whispered back.

"I'm awake," Ronnie said as he lifted his head from the pillow.

"Sorry didn't mean to disturb you," I said.

"You didn't I was only half sleep, this is what woke me up," he said, as he whipped the covers away from him and showed me is hard cock. Steve laughed and pulled his covers off and he too had an erection. I stood there looking at their cocks, not even trying to pretend I wasn't looking.

"Oh teacher, do you like my cock?" Asked Ronnie with a big smile.

"Do we get extra credit for this?" said Steve while he held is cock.

"Very funny guys, "I answered, and couldn't help but smile back.

"Oh teacher, please take your top off and show us your tits."

I did as I was told and unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it on the bed. I unhooked my bra and also tossed that on the bed. I was loving this little game. I raised my hands above my head and moved my body so my breasts would away from side to side, something my husband liked seeing, if he only knew. The boys were stroking their cocks as they watched me, what a turn on.

"Teacher show us your pussy please"

As I seemed to as of late, I did what I was told. I pulled my shorts down and turned in a circle so they could see me in my panties. When I was facing them again I slid my panties off and kicked them toward the boys. I loved having theses two beautiful boys looking at me, and calling me teacher made it even more exciting.

"Teacher lay on the bed now."

I didn't want them to think that I would let them fuck me, so I said "You can look, but you can't do anything more."

"Lay on the bed Teacher, we just want to stand next to you and jerk ourselves while you touch yourself.

"I laid down on the one twin bed and they stood on the side facing each other with me lying in the middle.

"Finger you cunt."

I was fingering myself and the boys were stroking in earnest, it wasn't long before both of them started to cum on me. I had their sperm on my public hair and tummy. I spread it on pussy as I continued to masturbate. I had such a strong orgasm that I surprised myself when I heard my own scream.

I was exhausted so when the boys laid down next to me I didn't do anything. They just held me and we all dozed off.



We only napped for a short time, but I was the last to wake. The boys were all ready to head out and play tennis when I finally opened my eyes.

I got dressed, not saying much to the boys, just telling them to have fun and went to my own room to clean up .

I hopped into the shower and washed off and then got in my bathing suit and went to the beach.

I sat and read, at lunch time I went to the beach grill and had a sandwich. I met Dina while heading back to my spot on the beach and she joined me.

"Where are the boys?" she asked.

"They were going to play tennis and have been gone all morning."

"Oh that's right Ronnie did say he wanted to get some tennis in. Didn't they ask you to join them?"

"No they didn't," I answered feeling a little bit annoyed.

"Surprising, those boys are infatuated with you, "she said with a laugh.

"Ronnie might be, but Steve can't keep his eyes off of you."

"Man that was something last night, I can't believe it happened," she said.

"When I think about it and I can't believe either." 

We both silent for awhile, thinking about last night, plus I had this morning to think about.

"You want to take a dip?" I asked.

Dina and I spent the day together talking and laughing. Last night wasn't mentioned again. The boys came back from tennis mid afternoon and told us they met some other people from New Jersey and played tennis with them. 

We went out to dinner that night and returned to the hotel early to pack and prepare for our early flight.



The trip home was uneventful. 

My daughter gave me hugs and kisses when I picked her up from my mother's house.

That weekend my husband and I made love with a fury that we haven't had for years. He was feeling the part of the stud, but I was mostly thinking about Ronnie and Steve cumming on me.



It was Monday morning and the last week of my tutoring. I parked my car in the driveway and as I got out of my car a woman was walking up the driveway wearing a robe, calling my name.

"Dawn, hi my name is Marcy, I'm Stevens mother."

"Oh hi, glad to meet you," I said reaching out to shake her hand.

"Steven spoke so highly of you, that I just wanted to meet you and thank you personally for keeping an eye on the boys in St. Bart's."

"That's so nice of you, the boys are good kids and it was a pleasure."

"Gee look at me, you must think I'm a crazy lady running up the driveway in my robe calling your name," she laughed.

"I figured you had to be a neighbor, but I didn't think I knew you, and you do look very nice." I said.