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The Social

By: volescamper



A story by Casuarina

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I was surprised when Alan invited Jen and me to a soccer social evening, as he was hardly a mate of mine in fact I thought he disliked me intensely. You see I play for a local kick about team every Saturday morning as a reserve, and I don't usually go to these affairs. Sitting in the local that night I was even more surprised when Jen accepted his offer. She was usually very prim, a regular church goer. This created some friction between us, for even though we had been going steady for some time, she had yet to allow me to take any liberties with her. I hadn't even managed to touch her breasts or even seen her in her underwear. In fact if she hadn't been so good looking, and the hope for things to come weren't in my mind, I would have dropped her weeks ago. She certainly was a stunner, a slim blonde, with a great figure, big boobs, great legs, and a great face.

I explained that these evenings could be a bit rough when the lads got a few drinks under their belts, but she assured me she would be alright as they were all mates and not to be so stuck up. Besides there was nothing on at the flicks and after all, it was an evening out. There were bound to be someone there we could socialize with.

The venue was at the Caribbean Room, a local very low dive that let out its back cabaret room for precisely these kinds of venues. Usually there was a band and sometimes a stripper, but this time for some reason they had laid on a local comedienne with a try out band and a magician just for a change.

I should have suspected something was up, when even the lads didn't complain as they usually would have, saying they wanted a stripper instead. Even their birds, when they came, seemed to enjoy some tired tart taking off her gear.

Anyway we turned up at the place, Jen looked her usual stunning self dressed in a white cotton blouse with an embroidered front, through which I could very vaguely see the whiteness of her bra against her tanned skin. She was also wearing a sensible knee length flared red skirt over her stockinged legs. She always looked a treat whatever she wore. Lots of the guys used to rib me about her, but I refused to rise to their crude jests and innuendos. Everyone had tried and failed to get his hands on her body. I knew there were even bets on who would get her knickers off first. The way I was going I felt it probably wasn't going to be me, though I dreamt about her a lot.

The place was the usual dark red and wood panelled room, with a small stage and a tiny dance floor. Around the outside of the dance floor were set up several tables, and an attempt had been made to make the place look nice. The lights were subdued, and each table had a small plastic light fitting, looking a bit tacky, but at least we weren't sat in the center of a brightly lit room. The function rooms were separated from the bar by a long corridor which led from one to the other. The function room also had a separate entrance for access if one needed to take chairs, tables, and other things in and out.

Several of the guys had arrived although strangely none of them had brought their girl friends, most of who worked in the local canning factory and to tell the truth, they were a bit rough. They all thought Jen was a bit stuck up as she worked in the bank as a clerk, and were always trying to put one over onto her. Though the truth was, she was very shy and reserved and not used to the ribald banter of the local slags. Sometimes I thought they made very snide remarks behind her back, but she didn't seem to notice, or maybe just pretended she didn't. Where were they all tonight?

I nodded to a few of the lads and led Jen over to a table with our name on it. One of the guys came over.

"? Hi you two, how are you going?"

"You know, so so, what's the story for the night?"

"Well they've got a bit of a band with some joker, who'll give it a go to start with and then there's a magician who will astound us."

We laughed; I must admit I was a bit dubious about that. Most local magic shows were terrible with awful tricks and even worse jokes to cover their mistakes.

"Well you never know do you," he said winking, "anyway, what you drinking, it's my shout?"

John wandered off to the bar to grab the drinks whilst we chattered on about nothing in particular.

"Well look who's here then."

Doug, the local prat, appeared at our table and started to make fun of us. It was always the same with these big bone head types. He fancied Jen and was always trying to get her to go out with him, she always refused. He always seemed to be trying to grope her whenever he was around.

"Give it a rest Doug we're just here to have some fun so go somewhere else.

"Oh I'm sure some of us are going to have some fun! Who's going to make me, eh, you two rooting yet. Hey Jen you need a real man not this wimp."

Jen blushed red with embarrassment.

"Piss off Doug."

At that moment John returned and Doug slid off.

"What a creep," John said as he left.

At that moment the band started and of course as usual you could hardly hear yourself think with the din. However we all had a bit of a bop, and after a few more drinks the evening was getting into swing.

About nine the band stopped and we all charged the food table retiring with heaped plates to our place. There were only about fifteen men and still no women besides Jen, which was a bit strange. Where were all the women? It was as if they had deliberately stayed away.

We chatted away, with several of the guys, most of who were ok, maybe a bit rough around the edges, but ok. I asked about the women and one of them said it was a works outing at the canning factory which meant most or all of the women were away, they might be in later if they got back early enough, though he doubted it. Once they got started on the martinis they got totally carried away.

The comedian came on, and told the usual mix of lame and dirty jokes, some of which were funny and got a laugh out of Jen, which was a good sign. He finally left and the room return to drinking and joking again.

The lights flashed on and off and it was time for the magician. There was a groan from the guys as a small weaselly guy came onto the stage dressed in a tuxedo that certainly showed signs of wear certainly not at its prime. He came over and smiled at the crowd who catcalled and jeered. Finally the hoo-ha died down as he just stood waiting. There was an eerie silence as if even though he was a small guy he had a kind of power.

"Good evening gentlemen," he said, as though he was referring to rats in a sewer, of course none of the guys realized he was taking the piss.

"My name is Maestro and I am here tonight to show you the wonders of hypnotism, wonders you have never even dreamed of."

"It's a wonder we're here!" some joker said from the back, there was general laughter as the atmosphere relaxed a little.

"Ah, a skeptic! Step up to the stage young man."

It was Albert the local wag. He climbed up onto the small stage and stood smiling at the lads as the man smiled back at him.

"A chair if you please."

Albert was sat down as the man reached into his pocket and brought out a glass ball on a piece of golden chain.

"Do you believe in hypnotism then young man?"

"No it's a load of wank, just you see, you'll never get me to bark like a dog or cluck like a chook."

He laughed, but the other guys were strangely silent as the man smiled at them.

"We'll see. Just look in to this crystal and listen to my voice."

Albert grinned at the audience but surprisingly did as commanded.

The little man swung the glass ball and slowly over the next few minutes talked quietly at Albert. The crowd was fascinated, which was amazing for this lot, but slowly and slowly Albert's head drooped until he sat as though asleep.

"Good, now I believe it was bark like a dog or cluck like a chicken is that right?"

He smiled at the audience.

"When I say bone I want you to walk to the side of the stage and stand there barking like a dog until I say bone again you understand? ........bone"

And blow me down Albert stood up and walked to the side of the stage where he immediately started to bark, not just a little but continually just like a dog.

Over the next half an hour he managed to get Bill to stand like a statue, Fred like a tree, Colin howl like a coyote and Steve to pretend to be a tea-pot, and to my amusement Doug to cluck like a chook. Finally he returned everyone to their normal state and clapped his hands. He certainly had everyone's attention now, no more catcalls.

"Right, now for the main part of the show and for this I will need a man and a woman."

Several of the loudest guys shouted and waved their hands, but he ignored them and continued to look around the room. After a minute he settled his gaze on Jenny and me and came over to our table.

"Just the right couple, well in fact they are the only couple, come along let's be having you."

I shook my head reluctant to make a fool of me and Jen. Surprise, surprise Jen was all for it and was soon helping the so called magician to get me onto the stage.

He sat us all down facing towards him side on to the audience.

"Get her to take her knickers off!"

Some lout shouted from the floor. Jen started to look a little concerned. The magician held up his hands.

"Now there is nothing to be worried about young lady, as you know I can't make you do anything you don't want to, can I? Everybody knows that."

We both nodded. He looked a bit evil to me, but then I suppose that was all part of the act.

"What I'll do is to hypnotize both of you and then all will see what the magical powers of The Maestro can do!"

From his pocket he fished the crystal ball he had used before.

"Look at the shiny ball as it swings in front of you. Slowly side to side, watch the way the light falls on it.

"Good, side to side, let your eyes follow the movement. Now as you follow the crystal with each swing you find yourself getting sleepy. Watch the crystal, you are sleepier and sleepier."

And it was true I did, my eyelids felt heavier and heavier, until I could barely keep them open.

"Now you will fall asleep. You will sink lower and lower into your sleep as you hear my voice, lower and lower."

Little did we know that this went on for several minutes.

"Good, now when I say three, you will awaken and you will open your eyes, but everything you see will be as if it was a dream. It is not really happening you are only dreaming it and pleasant dreams they will be. You will see and hear only me. When I count to three you will open your eyes; 1, 2, 3."

We opened our eyes, to see the room with Maestro standing in front of us. The rest of the room was just a vague impression.

"Now both of you remember this is a dream, it is as if you were home in bed tucked up for the night and you are dreaming everything you are about to do and see. Where are you? "

"I'm at home asleep."

"Asleep."

"You will hear only my voice and see only what I tell you to see. " At the edge of my mind I could hear laughter, but of course this had no impact on me and just flowed into the rest of the dream. 

In the distance I could hear him telling Jen the same, but of course it meant nothing.

During the next ten minutes or so, little known to us, he made us do various silly things on the stage, pretending to climb up ladders, making us raise legs and arms on prescribed words. All the usual hypnotist things, including eating onions and believing them to be delicious apples. Of course we did not know anything about this; it was always as if in a dream. We knew what we were doing but not what we were doing. We certainly didn't take any note of the laughter in the background, why should we.

"Ok, enough of these childish tricks let us see what we can really do. My friend Alan said you all wanted to get to know this lady a bit better, if you know what I mean!"

He winked evilly at the crowd, who cheered back.

"I see she's the only woman here tonight, maybe someone told the others some strange story to keep them away."

He made Jen stand up and come to the front of the small stage and turning addressed the audience.

"And what would the guys like me to make this lady do?"

"Make her take her clothes off!"

"Strip her!"

"Get her knickers off."

The maestro held up his hands for quiet.

"Well everybody seems to want her to take her clothes off, shall we try."

All the guys shouted yes. The magician asked once more for silence. Dave again could only see this as if it were a dream.

"Jen take off your clothes."

The room waited with bated breathe. Jen looked awkward as if she were struggling with something in her mind.

"No."

The guys all booed and again the maestro held up his hands.

"Patience, of course Jen won't take off her clothes, she far too modest to strip in front of you dirty minded men. However maybe we can trick her into doing what we want. Shall we try? Of course it will cost you. A fiver each from all those who want to see her take her knickers off."

The floor was in chaos as most of the men in the crowd either rushed up with their fivers or threw them to the magician.

"It's very gratifying to see your confidence in me. Do you really want me to undress this lovely young lady?"

"Get her gear off."

"Strip her!"

All the guys were now shouting.

"You must all promise never to say what happened here today, agreed. If you do then I'll show you the power of hypnosis. Anyone who breaks this trust will live to regret it, I, The Maestro will see to that, so you promise?"

"We promise."

"Ok, I must admit it would be nice to see what she's hiding, Dave would you like to see your friend here without her clothes?"

"Yes."

"Good maybe we can help you to that end, first though we need to prepare you to see her. Now remember that all you can hear is me and all you can see is what I tell you to see. You are a young boy of 4 years old now and you have to go to the doctors for a medical. Your mum has told you to do everything the doctor says, understand? You are standing in the surgery, where are you?"

In a squeaky voice I could hear myself saying, "At the doctors."

"Good, now get undressed, take everything off and stand up straight."

Of course I did not know it but right there and then I removed every stitch of clothing and stood there my hands by my side stark naked. In the background of course there was furious laughter but I took no notice. My hairy cock flaccid as it perched upon my balls.

"Now I am going to check out your your penis, you will not feel anything and will remain standing still, you understand?"

"Yes sir," said my squeaky voice.

The hypnotist pulled out of his pocket a small flag on a plastic stick which he tied with elastic to my cock, so that it hung down between my legs. There was the distant sound of laughter, but of course I ignored it.

"Dave you are now an adult and you will not worry about being naked, nor will you worry about the flag tied onto your cock and although you are in a trance you will see this lady not as your girlfriend but as an attractive women and if she does something to excite you will not be ashamed and will let your cock erect if it wants to, it will feel completely natural. You understand, now stand with your hands behind your back?"

"Yes." I said flatly, clasping my hands behind me.

"Jen you are home safe at home and are standing alone in your bedroom. Where are you?"

"At home."

"Tell me what you are wearing."

Her voice was flat, quiet.

"I've got on a blouse, skirt, suspenders, stockings, knickers, a bra, and my shoes."

"Very good, you have arrived home from work and the elastic in your knickers is very tight and they are uncomfortable, do you think you will be more comfortable if you remove your knickers and replace them with better fitting ones."

"Yes."

She fidgeted around on the stage pulling at the elastic under her dress.

"Jen I have some more comfortable bikini briefs for you here so remove the ones you are wearing."

Without hesitation Jen reached up under her dress and pulled her pants down her legs finally removing them by stepping out of them. There were cries of amazement from the audience as she stood holding her knickers in her hands.

"Give me your knickers Jen, and take these briefs and put them on in their place."

The magician reached into his pocket and pretended to fish out a pair of briefs. He pretended to hold them up to Jen who took them and to the people's amazement she went through the motions of pulling these non-existent briefs on. Not that she showed much as her dress got in the way, but some of the lads had a quick view of her long stockinged legs and flash of her pale thighs.

"How's that Jen?"

"Much better."

She smoothed down her dress, but of course we knew there was nothing on underneath!

From the edge of the stage Dave's cock started to stir at the sight of this beautiful woman who had just taken off her panties, raising the flag a few inches.

"Oh I see someone is starting to enjoy the show."

Again he could feel laughter in the distance.

"Now that was easy, what money can I see to get her bra off, another fiver?"

Again the lads threw their money onto the stage. Once they had settled down, the magician turn once more to Jen.

"Jen you are on a crowded beach as a teenager and your breasts are growing larger and as they grow you find your bra getting tighter and tighter. In fact it is stopping you from breathing properly, can you feel it tightening?"

"Yes!"

She gasped struggling to find breath.

"Jen you know that this bikini top I am holding is less restrictive than your bra, however you can't take off your blouse as there are people around. Jen can you remove your bra and replace it with this top with out removing your top."

"Yes."

"Jen take off your bra now."

Again to the audience amazement Jen pulled her shirt out of her dress, and reaching up underneath undid the back of her bra. She then reached up in front and after rummaging around for a minute or two produced her bra from under her shirt."

The crowd cheered again.

"Hand me your bra Jen and replace it with this strapless bikini top, which you will find much more comfortable."

The magician again went through the motions, taking her bra and handing her the imaginary top. She reached up under her shirt and pretended to fasten up the bikini top. The magician held up her bra and read the size.

"38C, very nice."

He waved the bra around a bit before stuffing it into his pocket.

Jen now stood with no underclothes on, much to the crowds delight. It was just possible to see the darkness of her nipples under the blouse. Dave's cock was now stirring with the flag horizontal and he was grinning.

"Who's a happy boy then?" The magician pointed to Dave's cock.

"Now Jen, let's just take a walk around the stage, which is of course on the beach."

She did as she was told to the appreciation of the men who watched as her breasts moved slowly under her blouse.

"Jen you feel like a bit of exercise so start to jog along the beach".

As she jogged around the room the guys all watched as her breasts bounced about under her blouse. Back and forth he made her run about; the guys loved it knowing she was naked under her top clothes.

"Back here Jen. Now you are on a empty beach and a strong wind is blowing. It is picking up sand and you can feel it on your face, turn your back to it, you can now feel it on your back."

Turning her away from the audience he made her stand with her back to the crowd.

"The wind is lifting your dress, but it does not matter as you are now alone on the beach, just stand still and admire the view."

As she stood still the magician slowly lifted her dress up her legs, slowly he revealed first her stocking tops, then her bare thighs, then the start of her crack, and finally completely revealing her bare buttocks, the crack between each cheek in which hid her sexuality. All the men went wild as the magician continued to reveal to them her naked buttocks. There wasn't a man in the room who didn't have an erection. The magician held up her dress far enough for the audience to view her suspender belt and the bare flesh underneath it showing she had no panties on.


The Social Experiment



"Alright people!" the young man hollered. He spread his arms out wide towards the crowd of people that had gathered around the makeshift tent at the edge of the park. Under the canopy, a dweeby-looking guy sat on a metal chair and scribbled on a writing pad. 

The main guy continued shouting. He looked like a typical frat boy, with messy blond hair and a polo shirt.

"Anybody who's interested in this little social experiment, come on up and talk to Devin here," the frat boy said. "Be warned: this isn't for the faint of heart."

At least a dozen people gathered on the sidewalk that passed by the tent. Behind them lay the expanse of Millennium Park, glittering under the summer sun. Hannah stood with her friends and tried to get a peek at the spectacle.

"What do you think they're gonna do?" one of her friends said. In front of the tent, the frat boy waltzed back and forth for the crowd. 

"I don't know," Hannah said. 

"It's something for that guy's sociology class," a bookish-looking guy in front of them said. "Some social experiment or something."

A beefy man in a lettered jacket stepped up to the frat boy and they talked amongst each other. The crowd buzzed a bit. Soon the frat boy was motioning him towards the tent, where he sat with the dweeby guy.

"Come on, come one!" he continued. "We need some ladies up here too! Come on up!"

"Hey Hannah, you should totally go up there," one of her friends urged.

"I don't even know what they're doing," Hannah said.

"Well ask."

Another girl standing nearby turned to them.

"I hear they're asking really weird questions when you go up there. Like if you have any moral stances or if you have trouble with the law."

Heather and her friends exchanged glances.

"What the heck could that mean?"

"Aw, that's just people talkin'," another young man spoke up. "Just wait, it's nothing big."

"Hannah. Go up there."

Hannah fiddled with her hands and turned over the prospect.

"Gee, I don't know..."

"Hey, you've been saying you want to cut loose more, right? Go on! Do something spontaneous!"

She started shoving Hannah, and next thing she knew, Hannah was pushing through the crowd towards the tent. The jock was standing again, apparently done with his questionnaire.

"What do you think they're gonna have her do?" her friend asked one of the other girls.

"I don't know, watch and wait."

Over the tops of peoples' heads, they saw Hannah speak with the frat boy, who leaned in to hear what she was saying. Then she went and sat down with the kid named Devin.

Then, to the surprise of the people watching, the jock who had stepped up began unzipping his fly. In fluid time, the crowd got a view of his already-erect dick before he turned back towards the tent.

Gasps and hollers rose up amongst the crowd. The jock faced them to show he was stroking himself. Hannah, sitting with Devin, gaped. 

"Holy shit, holy shit," one of Hannah's friends chanted. "Oh my god, what did we make her do?"

Hannah made eye contact with her friends. She looked scared. But excited, too. Her face seemed to say, "am I really about to do this?"

Devin said something and she took one last look at the jock, and then signed a paper.

"Alright folks, not much time now!" the host shouted. 

The jock stepped out of the tent, continuously stroking his dick and presenting it for the crowd. Several people cheered. Some laughed. Only a few couldn't co-exist with the sudden exposure.

"I'd say we got about T-minus two minutes before someone stops us. Come on up, miss!"

Hannah stepped out of the tent and walked on unsure feet next to jock.

"Get on down there," the host said. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to have a show!"

Hannah glanced at her friends once more, then got down on both knees. The jock and his cock loomed over her.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." Hannah's friends kept murmuring.

The young man was rapid with his strokes. Hannah glanced up nervously, the cock mere inches from her face. There was a slight upturn on the corners of her mouth.

Then the jock slowed. He stepped closer and his dick tapped against her face, and then a ribbon of white streaked up her cheek.

The crowd erupted. Two more ribbons launched, one even higher, hitting her forehead, and another catching the bottom of her lip, where it dangled as the rest of the semen merely spurted out.

The jock stepped aside, and Hannah was left with cum strung along the right side of her face.

"Alriiight!" the host said. "Thank you very much sir, and ma'am. Now stand up and show the folks that nice load!"

He extended his hand and helped Hannah to her feet. She seemed dazed, not bothering to wipe the cum off. She looked amongst the crowd. Everybody clapped. Then she saw her friends, who covered their mouths in shock, and Hannah smiled. The cum on her mouth stretched with her lips.

"Alright folks, time to go before security nabs us! Have a good day!" 

With that, the dweeby kid snatched up his clipboard and jumped to his feet. The jock was still walking around, his dick hanging loose, as if he expected compliments, or perhaps an assisting hand to clean up. Behind him, the two young men came out of the tent, turned left, and jogged up the sidewalk. The crowd cheered as they made their exit.

Hannah walked through the onlookers as they crowded around her and her cum-dappled face. She finally touched her cheek and let a string of cum stretch from cheek to finger.

Her friends stood waiting for her, still struck dumb.

"I guess I finally cut loose now," Hannah said.

"What class are they in?" someone shouted. "I want to register!"



The Social Justice Warrior



Chels couldn't keep away from Twitter thanks to the literal war that was going on about her and her fellow women online. She clicked on the photoshop window she had open on her second monitor. There was a picture of her -- marble white skin, short, dyed pink hair, skinny, heart-shaped face -- that she had added text to. She couldn't believe that in this day and age people still couldn't accept feminism. Which is exactly why I have to keep fighting these manbabies.

She typed a message into the textbox on the screen, probably too forcefully. She hated this stupid imageboard, with its "2edgy5me" attitude about every serious issue including, lately, her favorite writers and magazines. These nerds just don't understand why it was important to share stories of disempowered groups like women and minorities -- no matter the cost. They didn't get that no matter how good her life was, it would never outweigh the oppressive force of the patriarchal microaggressions that permeated the lives of her and every other woman.

Thank god Chels' father had hired a cybersecurity expert for her, that meant she could really show these idiots who is boss with no personal repercussions. She had come up with a brilliant "false flag" that she was sure the media would pick up on immediately. They all fought for social justice like she did. Well, the good ones at least.

"Fuck these stupid Vivian posts, you faggots", she typed into the text box, cringing at the f-word, "focus on the bitch who actually needs to be fucked."

Then she saved and attached her custom photo. It was the picture of her, with red text overlay reading, "Next on the hitlist: Chels La Marke, Social Justice Whore." No doubt her sisters in feminism would be monitoring the thread and screencap it immediately, send it to the "right" people. These Vivian threads were the worst. So perverted.

Chels tabbed back over to her twitter timeline. Only boring "goobergrapers" repeating the same old arguments. Objectivity, "ethics", etc.

"Bored now, fuck you", she typed.

Chels was proud of herself. She'd been personally responsible for creating a petition that got Bayonetta 2 removed from her local games stores, she'd actually made a few ex-"gowmbergrompers" check their privilege for once, and now she was going to successfully false-flag a bunch of shitgoblins into visiting and "ddosing" her personal blog. Hellooooo Patreon money.

Chels sighed. Nothing left to do but wait. Her boyfriend was out distributing flyers for their bi-weekly Feminist Science Club meeting, not that he'd ever actually make a move on her anymore. It had been fun and arousing guilting him about every sexual urge he'd had, but he'd been completely domesticated lately, and, though she hated to admit it, she was bored of that. Sometimes she couldn't help but imagine being taken by a nice strong man. She couldn't help the patriarchy she had been socialized in, sometimes it slipped into her fantasies!

Chels found herself imagining some /fit/izen juicehead ignoring her preaching and whining, pushing her down on the bed, tearing her clothes off and fucking her tiny ass raw. She begged him to stay, to emotionally attach, but he never would. He ignored all of her commands, always returning when he pleased to please himself with her. Like some kind of toy. This figure had invaded her fantasies as of late. It turned her on so damn much. Guilty pleasure, she figured.

She slipped her hand down her pants, revealing the Raised Feminist Fist tattoo she had tattooed above her...Cunt. That word, so filthy, always turned her on. She hated it, of course, but it was so powerful and so charged that it always worked for her. Cunt, cunt, cunt. She whispered it softly as she slipped her fingers down into her thin slit. She was still tender from her failed pube-dye experiment last week, but that almost added to the sensation of her sliding her fingers between her lower lips.

She imagined herself reluctantly letting go, letting the muscled man lift her small frame and slide his cock into her, stretching her more than her boyfriend(s) ever could. He pounded into her again and again, and she looked down to see her crotch throb with each thrust. She could imagine his hands on her back, his muscles flexing as he fucked her so hard.

Damn, I'm really getting into this, she thought, pushing the fantasy one step further, I'm really enjoying getting fucked by an "alpha".

She was soaking herself, and she laughed at a thought. My boyfriend really is a fucking beta isn't he? That only turned her on more. Her whole body was feeling warm and tingly. She could tell this orgasm was going to be astronomical. She flicked her finger across her clit rapidly, sending shocks of pleasure through her crotch and thighs. For some reason, her clit felt twice as hot and engorged as usual. Damn fantasies...

There was a ding from her laptop. A PM? What the fuck? She spun in her chair and, using her other hand, snagged the mouse and clicked on the twitter tab. Who the fuck is this? Some random Social Justice blogger she had followed back last week had sent her a PM.

"Nice try, Chels, I know it's you posting on chan", the message read, "you've been posting under the same I.D. across multiple threads you fucking retard, and your security sucks. If you haven't already noticed, I've devised something special for you, courtesy of my friends on the deep web. Hope you liked this actual sock account."

Chels' skin prickled. Who the fuck are you? Her hand hovered over the keys, but she couldn't think straight. She was still so turned on. Her head was hazy. She felt hot. A second message dinged through.

"Go check that Vivian thread you shitted up. I dare you."

Instinctively, Chels tabbed over to the thread. Ten updates. All of them except one were denouncing her image. The last one was a hyper-realistic picture of Vivian fingering herself. The text next to it read, "Have fun looking like this girl for the rest of your life, Chels." For some reason, the image turned her on. Chels shook the thought from her mind, as best as she could.

It was then that she noticed the room was foggy. There was some kind of purple haze filling her vision. She tried to stand, but her legs were wobbly. She accidentally gasped, taking the purple smoke into her lungs.

"Oh gawd..." she moaned, as every erogenous zone on her body came alight with feeling.

Chels threw her head back, filling her lungs with the purple smoke. She caught a glimpse of her screen, which was glowing bright green. My computer...compromised? She could barely think.

A light pain shot through her spine, waking her enough to stumble to her feet. Her cunt was so wet for some reason. She looked down at herself. Something was definitely wrong. Her pants were tightening. She rushed to peel them off, but only succeeded in drunkenly stumbling as she hopped out of her pants. Hell, my shirt too? She took that off next.

Looking down again, she could have sworn her body was warping before her very eyes. Am I fucking high? Her legs were thickening, her feet, shrinking. She felt herself grow closer to the floor. Chels' eyes shot to the body mirror in the corner of the room, and she stumbled towards it. 

"My legs feel weird..."

Chels gawked at the image reflected in the mirror. She was inches shorter, she'd gained weight, and...spots...were spreading across her bared breasts. As she leaned in for a closer look, she realized they were freckles -- and that her once nearly flat breasts were pushing outwards and gaining weight. She watched in horror as her areolas lightened and expanded. An involuntary moan slipped from her lips as a wave of pleasure surged from her cunt.

She gripped the side of the mirror, clenching her eyes shut and moaning again. When she opened her eyes, she was horrified to see her hair lengthening and changing in color. Oh god. It's red. Oh my god what is this? She watched her breasts settle into their larger size and greater weight, her face round out ever so slightly, her belly get a little lazy pudge, her hips round out, and then it all clicked when her eyes changed. Green. Why are my eyes green! No, this is impossible!

Chels looked at herself again, gawking. Gone was the skinny, dyed-hair, pixie girl with marble skin. Instead, her body became that of a short, slightly pudgy, large breasted, red-head. Her eyes looked tired, and her expression, mildly annoyed. With horror, Chels realized that her tattoo had become a green-and-purple infinity. She had become a perfect model of a "girl who games", that GamerGate icon, Vivian James.

Chels screamed in horror, the voice that came forth completely alien to her. It was soft and a little raspy instead of the loud, nasally voice she had always known to be hers. Her hands shot to her face, touching to feel if it was real. As her fingers touched her cheeks, the finishing touches of her radical female transformation completed. Freckles dotted across her face, and reddish pubic hair appeared above her slightly chubby cunt. She gawked in terror and arousal.

Her cheeks were flushed red, and, somehow, she couldn't help but be turned on looking at her new body. Her mind filled with images of Vivian -- herself -- being fucked. She imagined her now large, heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust of her imaginary lover. His cock pushed into her reddened pussy, sliding against her enlarged clit.

Chels, still dizzy, fell onto her bed, unable to resist fingering herself. Frantically, she felt down between her new folds and quickly found her clit; it was indeed larger. She stared at her tattoo, turned on by the downright evil of it as her fingers flicked across her nub. Such a taboo image, on her flesh. Her breasts jiggled as she forcefully fingered herself, hoping to replicate the images flashing through her mind so rapidly.

She closed her eyes tight, picturing cum rising from the cock of her lover and splashing into her red pubes, across her infinity tattoo, and onto her thighs. She tried with whatever will remained to think of her actual boyfriend, but it just didn't turn her on at all. She came to the image of Vivian-Chels being fucked by a musclebound, masculine, hero trope. She came, convulsing and tightening around her fingers.

Falling to the floor in ecstasy, Chels glanced over at her computer. A red light was visible through the dissipating purple-and-green haze. The light of her webcam. They have it on video... Chels honestly tried to work up care, but, for some reason she couldn't. She was so satisfied. She hugged herself, shivered slightly in the last wave of orgasmic bliss, and went to stand.

Chels felt so relaxed. Even her expression felt chill. She walked over to her computer, smiled slightly, and sat down in the chair. She didn't even try to turn off the webcam. Something about not giving a shit felt nice. She bit her lip as a thought crossed her mind. A half-second later, she had propped her leg up on the armrest, giving the webcam a nice view of her red-haired pussy.I should be concerned, right?

Chels clicked out of twitter, opened up steam. Fuck it. I feel fucking fantastic. I'll just play a game and let this fucker enjoy the view. Unbeknownst to her, the video of Chels La Marke A.K.A. Vivian James was streaming live to her Social Justice blog.  

There was no going back.



The Social Season



Maybe it is a hold over from ten thousand years ago when animals gathered together as fall turned into winter. For what ever reason it has held that the fall is the start of the social season for the human species as well. 

It was a ritual for me to step out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around my head. Kenny would be there naked on the bed with his strong hard cock in hand. He would say "Wilda you are so fucking sexy. I love to see you naked walking around with those gorgeous tits bouncing for my enjoyment. Why don't you come over here lay down, spread your legs and let me lick that sweet clean pussy." 

I laughed and asked "Why do you always take things into your own hands? It is always hard before I get a chance to play with it. You know I love to suck your cock when it is soft and feel it grow in my mouth." Then I would go over to the bed and bent over taking his cock in my mouth. I love to suck cock. For the last two weeks I have only sucked Kenny's cock. I had not seen nor been with Don since the night I had my first threesome with these two guys. 

When Kenny reached for my wet pussy I straighten up moving closer to the bed. Kenny has magic fingers and quickly wiggled two fingers into my pussy. I told him to slide over to the middle of the bed. He did and I moved up and over him with my head between his legs and my pussy positioned over his face. I loved to sixty-nine and feel his tongue lick my cunt as I lowered my mouth down over his cock. I can not speak for all women but there is something special about feeling a man's cock all hard and pungent fill my mouth. I have been called a "Cock-sucker" and I like the sound of it.  
I am a lover of cocks and an expert cock-sucker and I love the feeling and dominance it gives me over men. When you hold his cock between your teeth you have him and the world solidly in your grip.

But when Kenny licks my pussy and wiggles two fingers into my ass then everything is reversed. I loose it and he becomes king and I servant. I become his slave for however long he deems it. I will submit to his will and demands what ever they are. 

A few minutes later I tasted sweet warm sperm spurt into my mouth and it sent a shower of emotions through me to my pussy which responded by giving Kenny the rewards he so justly deserved. He came and I sucked him clean, I came and he licked my pussy until I screamed and rolled free of him. My towel had come off my head as I panted next to my lover.

I was in front of my dresser looking for a clean bra and panties when Kenny said "Wilda my love we have been invited to a party next Friday." 

"Oh, where? " I asked feeling excited that we might be going out. 

There is going to be a private party in the Penthouse next Friday night and I was asked to come and bring my lady as my guest. But since my regular cock-sucker was not available I thought I would bring you instead." 

I tossed my wet towel at him and he laughed. "Is it formal?" I asked as I hooked my bra and pulled my panties up. 

"No, nothing like that. Just casual and sexy." Kenny said with a hint of something special in his suggestive tone. 

"What, what is going on?" I asked excitedly. "What is it you fucker? You tell me what it is all about." I was smiling and eager to hear his answer.  
Kenny sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at me and said "Wilda we have been invited to a real swinging party. There will be as many at ten couples there. Mostly married but there will be a few couples like us that are together but still single. I also believe there might be a single or two that will be; shell we say freelancing." 

"What do you mean? Freelancing; is that like one of two guys that just go around fucking any one that is not other wise engaged?" I had never heard of such a thing but it intrigued me to no end how this many swingers would collectively fuck and suck in the open and how they would pick a partner or partners in the case of a threesome or more-some. 

I had of course knew what swinging was all about even if I had never been in to it myself unless you call the threesome with Don and Kenny swinging. It sounded like this might be a real fun weekend. I all of a sudden was looking forward to Friday night…

    II 

It was the third Friday night in September and it was hot, muggy and soon to be one very exciting night in my life. My first swinging party. I looked forward to seeing swarms of lathered up bodies all sweaty doing all kind of things to one another. I am a bit of a voyeur and to watch really turns me on. I get to see cocks of all kinds, all sizes and shapes. This alone was reason to go. Kenny was ready and so was I. 

Don't ask me where Kenny got my outfit but it was special made and if I must say so myself I looked sensational. My blonde hair was pulled back and held in place with a clam shell comb made of real silver. But if you looked real close you could see the part of the comb that you squeeze to pull it apart was shaped like two silver cocks. My blouse was dark blue and very loose and very long it reached down to below my waist.  
I wore a pair of crazy mixed up sailor pants. You know the old kind with the thirteen buttons all around a flap in front. But this pair of pants was cut off about four inches below my crotch and this thing had a flap in back as well as in front.

My forty-four double D's were held in place with a push up bra and I filled up the loose silk blouse. My legs are still pretty good and in good shape. So off we went. 

We parked in the rear off an alley and entered through a gate that lead straight to the pool area. There were five couples already there and two of the five couples were in the pool. One very attractive slim lady was nude and floating on her back tits and nipples were stiff and pointing straight up at the near full moon. The lights were low but it was still very east to see. Kenny lead the way passed the pool and up to our host on the patio near a pair of French doors that were open. 

I was introduced to a Mr. Fred Allen a local trucking magnet. He freely pointed out that the nude in the pool was his wife. Fred complimented me on my dress and I noticed his only apparel was a very thin pair of black silk pants. The out line of an erection was noticeable and I noticed. 

Mr. Allen moved off and we entered the dinning room where there was a bar set up with every kind of liquor and whiskey. Kenny fixed me a drink and for the net few minutes we stood in the shadows observing this bunch. 

A tall heavy set man dropped his clothing and strode naked around this end of the pool and walked down the curved steps into the water. He was hung well and I got a great view of my first cock of the evening and it was a handsome one. His cock swung nicely from side to side as she walked proudly around where I stood. 

Linda; Mr. Allen's wife swam over to be there waiting for the man as he came knee deep in the pool.  
His back was to me when he stopped. I then saw two hands come around back to grip the powerful cheeks of his ass. I could only guess what "Dear Mrs. Allen was doing" there in front of all the guests. 

This must have been some kind of signal for the festivities to begin. It seemed like everyone started dropping there clothing in place all at once. I was still looking and enjoying the sights when I felt hands start to unbutton the flap in the rear of my sailor outfit. Kenny was about six feet away removing his pants. The cool night air flooded my bare cheeks and the two hands were now reaching up and around me cupping my tits. 

I turned to see Mr. Fred Allen smiling at me over my right shoulder. "Nice tits Wilda, I must see these beauties." He said as he squeezed them. I also felt a stiff pointed cock slip between the cheeks of my ass. Mr. Allen had found my ass and was showing off his manhood for me. 

My blouse was soon open and sliding down my arms. Kenny was now naked and helping. Kenny unbuttoned the flap in front. It was not long before I felt two strong cock bump heads between my legs. Both cock were rubbing along my pussy and my pussy was very wet indeed. It was exciting for me to think of two cocks rubbing each other as they rubbed along my pussy. 

Kenny moved some how and his cock head was slipping into my cunt. At the same time Fred pulled back just an inch or so doing was now pressing into my tender tight ass hole. Kenny worked deeper into me as did Fred into my ass. 

I had heard of this thing called a "Sandwich" and all of a sudden I was learning how wild and exciting it could feel. We three slowly lowered to the floor with me on top of Kenny and Fred behind on his knees. God this was so wild I started to cry out that I was cumming.  
But I could not tell if it was the cock in my cunt shooting rapturous amounts of sperm in my cunt that had stimulated me to a climax or the wonderful cock that was fucking my ass. As I felt a steady stream of warm sperm filling my ass I thought "My mouth is still available."

I staggered to the nearest bathroom and clean up the best I could. As my legs found strength I walked out and back down the hall toward the room with a view of the pool area. I guessed that many of the guests had moved up stairs to the many bedrooms up there that awaited them. 

Linda Allen was now out of the pool and walking toward me smiling. "Hi, Linda Allen." She extended her hand and did I.

"Wilda Raven I am Kenny's date." I said. Linda did not free my hand but held on and moved very close.

"Oh, yes Wilda, I saw you entertaining my husband and Kenny a few minutes ago. Did you enjoy that double duo of manhood? My husband gets so excited when he can get a real piece of ass. One might say we are now sisters of the same (Manhood). "Then she laughed. I laughed and all of a sudden we were like sisters of sorts. 

Linda took me by the hand and walked me down a long hall and into the kitchen. There she poured me a glass of wine and we sat like two nudes statues smiling and talking about men in general. 

"I like Kenny." She said. "I fine him to be a kind of wild sprit. As if he were still living in the Roman Spa days where every one fucked every one else. But I must say I enjoy threesomes with Kenny and my husband better than any other I have ever been into." I started to like Linda and I hoped she felt the same. I took time to look her over and liked what I saw very much. I had never tried this woman to woman thing but what the hell. Licking a pussy might be fun. After all I loved to have my cunt licked. So why not share the pleasure.  
Linda must have read my blonde Polish head because she said "Come-on; bring your drink and lets see what kind of mischief we can get into." 

At the first door at the head of the stairs Linda nudged open the door so we could see the bed. There were two couples on the bed. I was taken back a bit. As I have told you I like to watch but I was not prepared for this. There on the bed was a woman on her back with her legs spread wide and held up in the air. A second woman was licking her pussy on all fours with a man behind her with his cock pumping her pussy. But the shocker for me was that a second man was behind the first with a cock up the first guy's ass. Now I readily admit that I do enjoy anal sex and I think that there is something very erotic about feeling a stiff cocking my ass. But I just never thought that maybe guys would also enjoy a cock up there ass. I closed the door and we moved down the hall. 

Linda turned just passed the next door with out stopping or looking in. There was the master bedroom straight ahead. She entered and we stood at the foot of the bed and looked at my date and my dear old friend Don screwing two young girls doggie style. I guess these were the freelancers. Any way see my two lovers in action was sexy as hell. 

I all of a sudden wanted to be the one between them. But I was held back by Linda's arm on my shoulder. She lead me to a small love seat by the fire place and we sat down. I was still thrilled and highly excited by watching my two lovers screwing these younger girls when Linda turned my face toward her and kissed me full on the mouth.

I had never been kissed by a woman but I did not even think of it as I returned her kiss. I let her tongues enter my mouth and I sucked on it as I would a wonton cock. I reached up and took her breast in my widely excited fingers and twisted her nipples as I like to have my nipples twisted. Linda moaned and I twisted harder. I liked this lady and wanted to show her that I did.  
We kissed and tried our best to get our very souls into one another mouths. All of a sudden Linda moved away and quickly slipped off the lover seat. I widened my legs as I saw her moved her beautiful head between my legs. Now you all know by now how much I love to have my pussy licked. Well let me tell you I was not prepared for the excitement, the thrill and emotional high I was about to receive from this female. I do love the male and his tongue but there was something so very special and erotic let alone the taboo of lesbian sex. But here I was reacting to her every lick as I the very first time I had my pussy licked. When I screamed a few minutes later I think both men stopped fucking and watched us or more rightly me as I screamed and wiggled gyrated wildly and fell clean off the love seat.

I ended up on the floor with one leg still up over the love seat and the other held straight pointing at the ceiling fan. Linda had only lost her hold on my inner thighs for a second before her mouth returned to my shivering cunt. I more than climaxed I shot my very soul out of my body. I pissed, or rather expelled from my body a river like flow of fluid like no one in history. I flooded Linda's mouth so much it ran out around the lips. She fastened her mouth to my spurting cunt and tried to drink my honey of he god's fluid. But she failed and it ran all over every thing. 

I felt my ass lift up off the floor and a change of the guard so to speak. All at once someone else had there mouth on my pussy. The sucking on my cunt was tremendous and I felt a finger being rammed up my ass so hard I felt another chare of 'Honey" discharge from me. I heard my cries died out and then everything became silent as I moved into this inner space where I reached a peace unknown to me before.

My world was so peaceful I was sure I had died and moved on to some small part of heaven. I could not see the light at the end of the tunnel. I could only feel the clam and peace within me. I floated and felt no presser on any part of my body. I was in heaven.  
How long it was before I moved back into the land of the living I don't know. But I began to feel my body again. My arms moved and I touched myself and came to realized I was not dead but awake and happy to be so. It took a long time to get my eyes open but when I did I saw it was in a sunny room and Kenny was asleep in a chair next to me. He was covered by a sheet looking very peaceful. 

There was little conversation as Kenny drove me home. He kissed me and went his own way. I was still in a state of "Fuzz" as I made a pot of coffee.

My brain would not let me collect my thoughts and relive the events of last night. But my body was telling me I had a good time. My nerves told me I had entered a whole new world. I had added a new way of having pleasure to my game. Cup of coffee in hand I slipped into a hot tub of steam water.

It was afternoon when I noticed the note on the hall table. It was left by Kenny. It said he was going to be out of town for a few days on hotel business. There was a phone number at the bottom. No name or anything just a number. 

I was feeling better after my second drink at the Hotel Stark lounge. Tony the black bartender sat a third drink by my second. I looked up and he nodded toward a tall handsome man at the other end of the bar. I was looking into bright blue eyes and broad smile. Our eyes met and for one short second we had a meeting of minds. I lowered my eyes back to my drink and waited for the man to close the distance between us. 

I knew I was going to get fucked, I knew I was about to suck a total strangers cock and willingly do what ever he wanted for most of the night. Before I smiled up at the man that was now sitting next to me I thought Wilda you need help a really great deal of help. So I made a mental note to call a head doctor tomorrow but not to night as I had other things to do. 

Love you all; Wilda..



The Social Season



Maybe it's a hold over from ten thousand years ago when animals gathered together as fall turned into winter. For what ever reason it has held that the fall is the start of the social season for the human species as well. 

It was a ritual for me to step out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around my head. Kenny would be there naked on the bed with his strong hard cock in hand. He would say "Wilda you are so fucking sexy. I love to see you naked walking around with those gorgeous tits bouncing for my enjoyment. Why don't you come over here lay down, spread your legs and let me lick that sweet clean pussy." 

I laughed and asked "Why do you always take things into your own hands? It is always hard before I get a chance to play with it. You know I love to suck your cock when it is soft and feel it grow in my mouth." Then I would go over to the bed and bent over taking his cock in my mouth. I love to suck cock. For the last two weeks I have only sucked Kenny's cock. I had not seen nor been with Don since the night I had my first threesome with these two guys. 

When Kenny reached for my wet pussy I straighten up moving closer to the bed. Kenny has magic fingers and quickly wiggled two fingers into my pussy. I told him to slide over to the middle of the bed. He did and I moved up and over him with my head between his legs and my pussy positioned over his face. I loved to sixty-nine and feel his tongue lick my cunt as I lowered my mouth down over his cock. I can not speak for all women but there is something special about feeling a man's cock all hard and pungent filling my mouth. I have been called a "Cock-sucker" and I like the sound of it.  
I am a lover of cocks and an expert cock-sucker and I love the feeling and dominance it gives me over men. When you hold his cock between your teeth you have him and his world solidly in your grip.

But when Kenny licks my pussy and wiggles two fingers into my ass then everything is reversed. I loose it and he becomes king and I servant. I become his slave for however long he deems it. I will submit to his will and demands what ever they are. 

A few minutes later I tasted sweet warm sperm spurt into my mouth and it sent a shower of emotions through me to my pussy which responded by giving Kenny the rewards he so justly deserved. He came and I sucked him clean, I came and he licked my pussy until I screamed and rolled free of him. My towel had come off my head as I panted next to my lover.

I was in front of my dresser looking for a clean bra and panties when Kenny said "Wilda my love we have been invited to a party next Friday." 

"Oh, where? " I asked feeling excited that we might be going out. 

There is going to be a private party in the Penworth's house next Friday night and I was asked to come and bring my lady as my guest. But since my regular cock-sucker was not available I thought I would bring you instead." 

I tossed my wet towel at him and he laughed. "Is it formal?" I asked as I hooked my bra and pulled my panties up. 

"No, nothing like that. Just casual and sexy." Kenny said with a hint of something special in his suggestive tone. 

"What, what is going on?" I asked excitedly. "What is it you fucker? You tell me what it is all about." I was smiling and eager to hear his answer.  
Kenny sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at me and said "Wilda we have been invited to a real swinging party. There will be as many at ten couples there. Mostly married but there will be a few couples like us that are together but still single. I also believe there might be a single or two that will be; shell we say freelancing." 

"What do you mean? Freelancing; is that like one or two guys that just go around fucking any one that is not other wise engaged?" I had never heard of such a thing but it intrigued me to no end. How this many swingers would collectively fuck and suck in the open and how they would pick a partner or partners in the case of a threesome or more-some I had no idea.

I had of course knew what swinging was all about even if I had never been in to it myself unless you call the threesome with Don and Kenny swinging. It sounded like this might be a real fun weekend. I all of a sudden was looking forward to Friday night...

    II 

It was the third Friday night in September and it was hot, muggy and soon to be one very exciting night in my life. My first swinging party. I looked forward to seeing swarms of lathered up bodies all sweaty doing all kind of things to one another. I am a bit of a voyeur and to watch really turns me on. I get to see cocks of all kinds, all sizes and shapes. This alone was reason to go. Kenny was ready and so was I. 

Don't ask me where Kenny got my outfit but it was special made and if I must say so myself I looked sensational. My blonde hair was pulled back and held in place with a clam shell comb made of real silver. But if you looked real close you could see the part of the comb that you squeeze to pull it apart was shaped like two silver cocks. My blouse was dark blue and very loose and very long it reached down to below my waist.  
I wore a pair of crazy mixed up sailor pants. You know the old kind with the thirteen buttons all around a flap in front. But this pair of pants was cut off about four inches below my crotch and this thing had a flap in back as well as in front.

My forty double D's were held in place with a push up bra and I filled up the loose silk blouse. My legs are still pretty good and in good shape. So off we went. 

We parked in the rear off an alley and entered through a gate that lead straight to the pool area. There were five couples already there and two of the five couples were in the pool. One very attractive slim lady was nude and floating on her back tits and nipples were stiff and pointing straight up at the nearly full moon. The lights were low but it was still very easy to see. Kenny lead the way passed the pool and up to our host on the patio near a pair of French doors that were open. 

I was introduced to a Mr. Fred Allen a local trucking magnet. He freely pointed out that the nude in the pool was his wife. Fred complimented me on my outfit and I noticed his only apparel was a very thin pair of black silk pants. The out line of an erection was noticeable and I noticed. 

Mr. Allen moved off and we entered the dinning room where there was a bar set up with every kind of liquor and whiskey. Kenny fixed me a drink and for the next few minutes we stood in the shadows observing this bunch. 

A tall heavy set man dropped his clothing and strode naked around this end of the pool and walked down the curved steps into the water. He was hung well and I got a great view of my first cock of the evening and it was a handsome one. His cock swung nicely from side to side as she walked proudly around where I stood. 

Linda; Mr. Allen's wife swam over to be there waiting for the man as he came knee deep in the pool.  
His back was to me when he stopped. I then saw two hands come around back to grip the powerful cheeks of his ass. I could only guess what "Dear Mrs. Allen was doing" there in front of all the guests. 

This must have been some kind of signal for the festivities to begin. It seemed like everyone started dropping there clothing in place all at once. I was still looking and enjoying the sights when I felt hands start to unbutton the flap in the rear of my sailor outfit. Kenny was about six feet away removing his pants. The cool night air flooded my bare cheeks and the two hands were now reaching up and around me cupping my tits. 

I turned to see Mr. Fred Allen smiling at me over my right shoulder. "Nice tits Wilda, I must see these beauties." He said as he squeezed them. I also felt a stiff pointed cock slip between the cheeks of my ass. Mr. Allen had found my ass and was showing off his manhood for me. 

My blouse was soon open and sliding down my arms. Kenny was now naked and helping. Kenny unbuttoned the flap in front. It was not long before I felt two strong cock bump heads between my legs. Both cock were rubbing along my pussy and my pussy was very wet indeed. It was exciting for me to think of two cocks rubbing each other as they rubbed along my pussy. 

Kenny moved some how and his cock head was slipping into my cunt. At the same time Fred pulled back just an inch or so, so his cock was now pressing into my tender tight ass hole. Kenny worked deeper into me as did Fred into my ass. 

I had heard of this thing called a "Sandwich" and all of a sudden I was learning how wild and exciting it could feel. We three slowly lowered to the floor with me on top of Kenny and Fred behind on his knees. God this was so wild I started to cry out that I was cumming.  
But I could not tell if it was the cock in my cunt shooting rapturous amounts of sperm in my cunt that had stimulated me to a climax or the wonderful cock that was fucking my ass. As I felt a steady stream of warm sperm filling my ass I thought "My mouth is still available."

I staggered to the nearest bathroom and clean up the best I could. As my legs found strength I walked out and back down the hall toward the room with a view of the pool area. I guessed that many of the guests had moved up stairs to the many bedrooms that awaited them. 

Linda Allen was now out of the pool and walking toward me smiling. "Hi, Linda Allen." She extended her hand and did I.

"Wilda Raven I am Kenny's date." I said. Linda did not free my hand but held on and moved very close.

"Oh, yes Wilda, I saw you entertaining my husband and Kenny a few minutes ago. Did you enjoy that double duo of manhood? My husband gets so excited when he can get a real piece of ass. One might say we are now sisters of the same (Manhood). "Then she laughed. I laughed and all of a sudden we were like sisters of sorts. 

Linda took me by the hand and walked me down a long hall and into the kitchen. There she poured me a glass of wine and we sat like two nudes statues smiling and talking about men in general. 

"I like Kenny." She said. "I fine him to be a kind of wild sprit. As if he were still living in the Roman Spa days where every one fucked every one else. But I must say I enjoy threesomes with Kenny and my husband better than any other I have ever been into." I started to like Linda and I hoped she felt the same. I took time to look her over and liked what I saw very much. I had never tried this woman to woman thing but what the hell. Licking a pussy might be fun. After all I loved to have my cunt licked. So why not share the pleasure.  
Linda must have read my blonde Polish head because she said "Come-on; bring your drink and lets see what kind of mischief we can get into." 

At the first door at the head of the stairs Linda nudged open the door so we could see the bed. There were two couples on the bed. I was taken back a bit. As I have told you I like to watch but I was not prepared for this. There on the bed was a woman on her back with her legs spread wide and held up in the air. A second woman was licking her pussy on all fours with a man behind her with his cock pumping her pussy. But the shocker for me was that a second man was behind the first with a cock up the first guy's ass. Now I readily admit that I do enjoy anal sex and I think that there is something very erotic about feeling a stiff cocking my ass. But I just never thought that maybe guys would also enjoy a cock up there ass. I closed the door and we moved down the hall. 

Linda turned just passed the next door with out stopping or looking in. There was the master bedroom straight ahead. She entered and we stood at the foot of the bed and looked at my date and my dear old friend Don screwing two young girls doggie style. I guess these were the freelancers. Any way seeing my two lovers in action was sexy as hell. 

I all of a sudden wanted to be the one between them. But I was held back by Linda's arm on my shoulder. She lead me to a small love seat by the fire place and we sat down. I was still thrilled and highly excited by watching my two lovers screwing these younger girls when Linda turned my face toward her and kissed me full on the mouth.

I had never been kissed by a woman but I did not even think of it as I returned her kiss. I let her tongues enter my mouth and I sucked on it as I would a wonton cock. I reached up and took her breast in my widely excited fingers and twisted her nipples as I like to have my nipples twisted. Linda moaned and I twisted harder. I liked this lady and wanted to show her that I did.  
We kissed and tried our best to get our very souls into one another mouths. All of a sudden Linda moved away and quickly slipped off the lover seat. I widened my legs as I saw her moved her beautiful head between my legs. Now you all know by now how much I love to have my pussy licked. Well let me tell you I was not prepared for the excitement, the thrill and emotional high I was about to receive from this female. I do love the male and his tongue but there was something so very special and erotic let alone the taboo of lesbian sex. But here I was reacting to her every lick as I had the very first time I had my pussy licked. When I screamed a few minutes later I think both men stopped fucking and watched us or more rightly me as I screamed, wiggled and gyrated wildly and fell clean off the love seat.

I ended up on the floor with one leg still up over the love seat and the other held straight pointing at the ceiling fan. Linda had only lost her hold on my inner thighs for a second before her mouth returned to my shivering cunt. I more than climaxed I shot my very soul out of my body. I pissed, or rather expelled from my body a river like flow of fluid like no one in history. I flooded Linda's mouth so much it ran out around the lips. She fastened her mouth to my spurting cunt and tried to drink my honey of he god's fluid. But she failed and it ran all over every thing. 

I felt my ass lift up off the floor as there was a change of the guard so to speak. All at once someone else had there mouth on my pussy. The sucking on my cunt was tremendous and I felt a finger being rammed up my ass so hard I felt another load of 'Honey" discharge from me. I heard my cries died out and then everything became silent as I moved into this inner space where I reached a peace unknown to me before.

My world was so peaceful I was sure I had died and moved on to some small part of heaven. I could not see the light at the end of the tunnel. I could only feel the clam and peace within me. I floated and felt no presser on any part of my body. I was in heaven.  
How long it was before I moved back into the land of the living I don't know. But I began to feel my body again. My arms moved and I touched myself and came to realized I was not dead but awake and happy to be so. It took a long time to get my eyes open but when I did I saw it was in a sunny room and Kenny was asleep in a chair next to me. He was covered by a sheet looking very peaceful. 

There was little conversation as Kenny drove me home. He kissed me and went his own way. I was still in a state of "Fuzz" as I made a pot of coffee.

My brain would not let me collect my thoughts and relive the events of last night. But my body was telling me I had a good time. My nerves told me I had entered a whole new world. I had added a new way of having pleasure to my game. Cup of coffee in hand I slipped into a hot tub of steam water.

It was afternoon when I noticed the note on the hall table. It was left by Kenny. It said he was going to be out of town for a few days on hotel business. There was a phone number at the bottom. No name or anything just a number. 

I was feeling better after my second drink at the Hotel Stark lounge. Tony the black bartender sat a third drink by my second. I looked up and he nodded toward a tall handsome man at the other end of the bar. I was looking into bright blue eyes and broad smile. Our eyes met and for one short second we had a meeting of minds. I lowered my eyes back to my drink and waited for the man to close the distance between us. 

I knew I was going to get fucked, I knew I was about to suck a total strangers cock and willingly do what ever he wanted for most of the night. Before I smiled up at the man that was now sitting next to me I thought Wilda you need help a great deal of help. So I made a mental note to call a head doctor tomorrow but not to night as I had other things to do. 

Love you all; Wilda.



The Social



The magician let her dress fall and turned her around.

"Now Jen you are going deeper and deeper asleep and all what is happening to you is as if you were dreaming none of it is real and when you awake you will remember nothing. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You are getting sleepier and sleepier."

He turned once more to the crowd.

"How many here went to St Jude's school?"

Nearly all the guys put up their hands as it was the local school.

"I bet Jen looked a picture when she was at school, in her pigtails and gymslip, shall we take her back there?"

"Get her gear off!"

"Patience we have all night, slowly, I'm sure you would like to see Jen as a school girl. Jen go behind the curtain and there you will find a your new school uniform, you are now thirteen and getting dressed for school, don't question what you find behind the curtain rest assured it is your uniform, just put it on, of course you may have to get undressed to do so, but no matter, how old are you?"

"12," Jen said in a much younger voice.

"Ok, go and get dressed and wait for me to tell you to come out."

There was some booing as she left the stage, but the magician held up his arms for silence.

"Wait and see, and have faith in the power of the Maestro. I see our young friend over here has been enjoying the show." There was more catcalls and laughter. The maestro sat down on the chair and smiled at the audience.

A moment passed with some of the crowd taking the opportunity of getting more drinks in. After a bit the magician went behind the curtain returning after a moment.

"Are you ready Jen, if so come on out here."

As Jen returned onto the stage there were gasps from the audience. The magician had made her put in an old St. Jude's skirt and blouse, besides her stockings and suspenders. However the blouse she was now wearing was incredibly short allowing the bottom half of her large breasts to hang from beneath the material. The straps of the pinafore had been strategically placed to hide each of her nipples, which were uncovered below the bottom of her shirt. Also the skirt was incredibly short not quite long enough to reach to cover her crutch, which just peeked as a hairy mound from under the bottom of the hem. The bare expanse of her thighs above her stocking tops with the suspender straps, made her look very sexy.

Again the crowd was silent as they feasted on her near nakedness as the magician walked her around the stage. The flag on the upright shaft of Dave's cock waved as his cock stood rigidly to attention, pulsing with every heart beat..

"Lovely isn't she, I see our friend certainly thinks so, although I'm sure she's been naughty, would a fiver help me to find out, you'll find it's worth it I assure you."

The men again threw notes onto the stage.

"Jen were you ever naughty at school?'

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

"I cheated at a test."

"And were you found out and punished?"

"Yes."

"And how were you punished?"

"I was spanked with his hand."

"How many times Jen?"

"Six."

"Well you are back again at school and you having been found out cheating, you are in the principal's office and are about to be punished. Where were you spanked?"

"On my bottom."

"How did he do that Jen?"

"The principal made me bend over and then he spanked me."

"Well Jen you've been very naughty and as I have taken over from the principal I will punish you. The men were totally hushed now as the magician turned her back to the audience. She stood with her head bowed awaiting her punishment.

"Well Jen bend over now just like you did on that day, touch your toes."

As Jen bent over to touch her toes the men whooped as her short dress slid up her buttocks and gave them a clear view of her hairy cunt between her white buttocks. They stared at her closed slit bisecting her labia.

"Stay there Jen you naughty girl. Well who wants to spank Jen? It's a fiver a smack. Only five as I will be the last."

He laughed obscenely as the men again struggled to be in line; again Doug was in waving his money.

"Ok who's first, no fingering, a touch and a smack."

The first man was up and bending down peer at her fanny and then raised his hand and brought it down with a slap.

Jen jumped a bit as the hand stung her buttocks.

Man followed man as they repeated the inspection and the smack, each one rubbing her buttocks after the smack. Jen reacted to each blow by jumping as the smack connected. Doug was second to last and he spent longer than any inspecting her vulva, but was stopped from fingering her by the magician who wagged his finger.

"No fingering or she may awaken."

Finally Doug smacked her harder than the rest making her jump more than ever.

"Jen you naughty girl, one last smack, feet apart, now lower."

As the magician talked to her he placed his hand upon her now reddened buttocks, his fingers resting lightly, but deliberately on her vulva. He then smacked her firmly making her jump before standing her up and making her face the front her face flushed and red.

"Very good Jen now go deeper and deeper asleep, but obey my command, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

She replied quietly.

"Another fiver and we'll see if we can get her to take her top off, would you like that?"

Again the stage was showered with money.

"Tits, let's see her tits!"

"Flash 'em."

The magician held up his hands. There was silence in the room; from next door the sound of the jukebox came through the walls.

"Jen you are still a school girl and are now at the doctors to have your medical, he has taken your temperature and blood pressure and now he wishes to examine your breasts, would you please take off your shirt and place it on the chair."

There was hush in the audience as Jen without hesitating slid the straps of her pinafore off her arms and started to undo her buttons on the front of her blouse and removed the article to end up standing her arms by her side naked to the waist with her breasts exposed to the men in the club.

There was a stunned silence before the men went crazy all moving closer to the stage so they could get a better look at her perfect breasts. Her nipples were large like acorns and stood out a good half an inch from her small aureoles. She stood still, allowing the men a uninterrupted view. Dave stood to one side his cock rigid as he watched the display.

"How's that then, maybe we can get Jen to sway those boobs for us and maybe we can add a little spice in the evening. Jen we are going to check out your breasts, the viewing X-ray machine is along the corridor, but don't, worry as there are only doctors here who can do you no harm. Follow me."

With which he made her walk around the stage and then off the stage and around the room. He started off slowly and got faster and faster which of course made her breasts bounce even more. The men stared in fascination, as she was led around and around the room, and then to their amazement he opened the door to the corridor leading to the main bar and the toilets and made her walk up and down its length in clear view of anyone who might come out of the bar. The audience gasped, but she was lucky as the passage remained empty and the magician returned her to the stage.

"Right the first five men on the stage with a tenner can feel her tits."

Chairs went flying as the men fought to get onto the stage, but after a bit of a fracas the magician managed to calm everybody down and the rest returned to their seats after reassurances from the magician that they would get their turn.

"Jen you are still in the doctors and as it is in a teaching clinic I wonder if you wouldn't mind if the trainee doctors also had a look at your breasts. I hope you don't mind as it is the only way they can get hands on training."

"No it's alright."

"Please excuse them if they're a bit rough as they are a little inexperienced in this."

"That's alright."

"Ok one at a time now, and remember you are supposed to be doctors."

Of course one by one the dirty perverts approached Jen and rubbed their hands all over her breasts, squeezing them and pulling at her nipples. The magician only let them have minute each though much to their disappointment. Doug was of course one of the men and he squeezed and rubbed them more than anyone else. Finally the last finished and they left the stage. Jen's breasts were red from the abuse.

The magician left the stage briefly and returned with a sturdy stand made of stainless steel. It was in the shape of a T piece with a hinged flap on the top. He placed it on the stage and led Jen over to it.

"I'll just take the X-rays now Jen please place your breasts on the machine here."

He indicated the top of the T. Jen did as she was told placing her breasts on top of the flat top. The magician adjusted the height so the stand came up under her breasts.

"I'll just place the clamp on Jen it will be bit uncomfortable for a minute or two, but you will hardly notice it."

With which he raised the flapped part and brought it down over the top of Jens breasts compressing them between the two flat pieces of stainless steel. They poked out obscenely the nipples forced to protrude more than ever. The magician sadistically screwed the top down more firmly on the breasts compressing them further. The skin was pushed out taut at the front. Although Jen grimaced she do nothing to stop the Maestro

"Now that looks very nice, now another fiver for those who want to feel Jen's nipples."

Again the men came forward with money in their hands.

"Jen please allow the doctors to check those nipples, is that OK?"

"Yes."

The men once more fondled her distorted breasts fingering her nipples and rubbing the ends.

"Right, that's enough."

As the men returned to the floor each of them rubbing their swollen members, the Maestro undid the breast clamp and told Jen to stand straight with her hands by her sides.

"You are still at the doctors Jen, and they are going to take a pap smear. Again there are some student doctors and the doctor would like you to allow them to examine you. Is that ok?"

"Yes."

"In a moment you will need to remove your skirt and put on this hospital gown Jen, as we will need it to finish the examination, you may not see it but it is there all the same."

The hypnotist pretended to hand Jen a gown and she pretended to take it. There was an expectant silence in the audience as the men watch fascinated their eyes never leaving her.

"Fine now I'll just lead you behind this screen and get you to take off the rest of your clothes."

The hypnotist led Jen to the edge of the stage and walked away. Jen reached to her waist and undid the button at the side. She then slid down the zip and let her skirt fall to the floor and to the crowds' great pleasure stood in front of them completely exposed. She then unclipped her stockings and one by one slid them down her long legs, finally unclipping her suspenders and letting them drop to the floor by her skirt and stockings. Now completely naked she went through the motions of putting the invisible gown on, even tying the straps behind her back.

"You can come out now Jen."

She walked from the side of the stage to the center, her breasts free and jiggling, all her charms in view for the men. Her blonde thatch barely covering her vulva slit which was clearly visible between her thighs.

"Whilst my colleagues will just prepare the equipment, maybe you would like to walk around the room and introduce yourself to each of the remaining doctors, telling each of them how pleased you are to help them."

Jen as commanded stepped off the stage and to the crowds astonishment walked up to the first man and holding out her hand introduced herself with her name, and said she was please to be of assistance to them.

"No touching, just her hand, we have to keep the dream true."

One by one she did the rounds her breasts moving slightly as she walked adding to the mens pleasure. Her almost perfect body glowed in the paled light. The silence in the room was amazing; the mens focus on this lovely woman had them totally transfixed.

Finally she finished and returned to the stage where the hypnotist had arranged a table with some cushions, with a chair at each side of the end.

As if the tension had broke the men started talking all at once chuckling and giggling as Jen stood before them.

"Jen I want you to listen closely to what I say. You are going deeper and deeper into your trance, deeper and deeper. You will only hear my voice and do exactly as I command. Remember this is a dream, and you are safe at home and feel no threat or concern from this dream, in fact it seems quite pleasant. So pleasant in fact, that you are really enjoying yourself. How do you feel Jen?"

"Good, happy." She smiled her face like that of an angel.

"Right now sit down on this examination table and lean back."

She did as she was told and sitting on the edge of the table and leant back onto the cushions her legs firmly together hanging over the end.

"Now Jen I am going to raise each of your legs, move them apart and place them in the stirrups, this will feel exactly like any other pap examination, are you ready?"

"Yes."

Now the hypnotist raised her left leg and lifted it to rest on the back of the chair, followed by the right, and then there she was, her sex opened and exposed to the silent audience. Her labial lay curled and closed amongst the light blonde hair. Now there wasn't a man in the crowd who wasn't rubbing his cock save for Dave who could only wave his flag, and wave it he did!

"And there you have it gentlemen, everymans desire, a cunt laid out in front of them."

He reached across her legs and pulled apart her lips to show the men the pink entrance to her vagina. There was sniggering and chortling from the guys as they stared at the sight before them.

"Jen as you know this is a teaching hospital, and if you don't mind my students will check you as well. They do appreciate your assistance in this and I'm sure it will help them to become fine doctors. Now is that alright, as they will be inserting their fingers inside your vagina."

"That's ok."

"Good girl, now you will only hear what I say to you and to nobody else, do you understand?"

"Yes"

"Now who's got twenty bucks to check out the lady's equipment, just stroking and fingering, there'll be no fucking here."

Again there was a rush to the stage as the men queued, and one by one the men rubbed their fingers through Jens hair and fingered her vagina. The magician would only give them a short time though, just enough to satisfy there curiosity. Of course Doug wanted to try and finger her bum as well but the Magician clicked his fingers and Doug went to the side of the stage clucking again, as the hypnotist had given him a post hypnotic command, in case there was any trouble from him. Finally Alan, the last man, had rubbed and fingered this vulnerable cunt and they now sat down staring at the sight in front of them.

"OK there is one last thing we should do for these young lovers. Dave, come over here."

Dave walked over to the hypnotist, his flag waving on top of his rigid cock, and stood facing the front to one side of Jen who was still laying back her legs still wide apart. The Hypnotist reached down and removed the flag from Dave's cock.

"Now Jen and Dave remember you are at home asleep, dreaming, very pleasant dreams, in fact so pleasant that you can feel yourself getting aroused. And the more I talk, the more you can feel yourself getting hornier and hornier."

Dave's cock now looked fit to burst as he stood, still with his hands behind his back, and Jen started to move about on the cushions her breathing becoming faster.

"That feels so good, now from your dreams you are getting so horny you can feel yourselves approaching an orgasm. It is getting so urgent that I am going to count to ten and when I reach ten you will both experience the best orgasm you have ever had. One.... two..... three....... four............. five."

Dave was starting to push his cock forward as he also started to breathe faster, whilst Jen was starting to pant her breath starting to become ragged, as she thrust her hips forward.

"Six... seven...eight...nine," by now Dave was straining, sweat beading his brow, whilst Jen was starting to moan, "...ten."

"AAAAH, OOOOOH," from the end of Dave's cock spurted a huge shot of cum, that flew off the stage and onto the dance floor, it went on for several pumps finally it just dribbled down his still erect cock, whilst Jen hips bucked violently her abdomen pumping in and out at the force of her pleasure, her labia gaping, and her juices glistening in the spotlights.

The men stared amazed as their two victims came slowly off down, Dave's cock now deflating and Jen lying with a big smile on her face. Finally the spell broke and the men cheered and clapped.

"Thank you gentlemen, now we have to turn the clock back. Dave how do you feel?

"Wonderful."

"Good, now you will go over to your clothes and before you get dressed take out your handkerchief and wipe you cock, then get dressed and return to me here."

Dave did as he was commanded and in front of the audience wiped his cock clean and slipped each piece of clothing back on.

"Jen you will now get dressed in the clothes you put on tonight and when you are ready you will return to me here."

Like Dave Jen collected her clothes and one by one put them on, until she also was fully dressed as she had arrived at the beginning of the evening.

"Now Dave and Jen, you will remember nothing about what has transpired tonight, any memory will be as though you were dreaming this several nights ago. Any discomfort you might be feeling will disappear, and you will only have a vague recollection of doing silly things like dancing, standing like statues, and the usual things you expect from a hypnotist. You will remember nothing about be undressed nor of having cum in front of these people. You will feel good and happy. I will count to three, and when I reach three you will awake, one...two...three."

As if they had woken up, Dave and Jen looked about them and smiled as they saw the crowds, who started to clap.

"See Dave there was nothing to worry about was there."

Jen said smiling as she returned to her seat; she knew she certainly felt good and grasped Dave's hand as they sat down. Smiling at him she thought, he's not such a bad looking guy after all, maybe tonight I'll treat him, and it might well be his lucky night.

"Thank you gentlemen, and that is all for tonight, and remember a promise is very binding, after all you never know what I might have done to your minds if you break your word. Oh and by the way Doug, you can stop clucking over there."

The crowd laughed and clapped as the show was finally ended. Jen and Dave sat for a short while finishing their drinks, not noticing the strange looks they were being given by the rest of the guys.

"Well that wasn't too bad was it Jen, though I must admit I feel it's time to go," with which the two left, leaving the rest of the guys laughing and joking over their last pints.

Jeez, who would have believed it?"

"What about those tits, and that fanny!"

"Wow."

"Doug!

"What?"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"

Their laughter filled the night.