8 comments/ 28477 views/ 1 favorites The Nude Gun By: My Erotic Trail A steel-beam ascended, hoisted by a crane, nearing the fifteenth floor of the construction site for the future Basra Financial Institution. A project that embarked after the new democratic government took place in Iraq. It has been under construction for eight months. Set backs were often, the Iraq desert produced massive sand storms that frequent the area, material delays, shipment delays, insurgent uprise and inefficient labor of both quality as well as quantity. Joe Bronson stood perfectly balanced on a beam while waving to the crane operator with his hand, covered by his worn leather work glove. His absorbent white tank top shirt, an appropriate attire for working in the devastating heat, was almost completely soaked in sweat. Motioning with slow and precise hand signals for the crane to continue, Joe orchestrated the metal monstrosity that was the size of a dinosaur to lift steel-beams in place. His white hard hat was placard with stickers from various outfits, affiliate corporations, and company logos of suppliers that he had worked with over the years. Joe's tan muscles glimmered of sweat and sand from excessive exposure to the blistering sun, in the 'land of the ancient". Honed with time and forged with knowledge, Joe ate, slept and dreams of building sky scrapers. He builds them as a supervisor by day while he studies to complete his degree as an engineer at night. "Hold up!" Joe relayed into his walkie talkie with one hand and his other became frozen in a clinched fist. The steel-beam hung, slightly swaying, mere inches from its placement as the crane stopped. Several men reached out and grasped the beam as Joe signaled the operator and the crane swung slightly to move the beam closer. Workers scrambled to secure it. Joe closed his fist and keyed his mic, "Hold it!" The crane stopped and the men began working to fasten it as others unbuckled the crane's cable. "Hey Joe!" The walkie talkie blared in Joe's hand. "Yeah!" Joe replied. "You might want to look toward the front gate!" The walkie talkie 'squelched' then went silent. Joe turned slightly and looked behind him. A group of men were loafing, gathered along the adjacent portion of this floor's structure. Curiously, Joe walked and hopped several steel-beam planks till he could see what the men were viewing. Several shirtless iron workers whistled like they were at a strip club on pay day, engrossed in looking below them. "Go baby, go!" Others yelled into cupped hands in hopes of casting their words a little farther. Joe looked out into the city from the building's elevated perch. The battle scarred buildings surrounding this site were encircled with scaffolding. Various buildings were under repair from the shelling bombardments during the war. As far as his eyes could see, Joe observed an ocean of rooftops, repelling heat. His vision became drawn to a large crowd that gathered at the front gate of the construction site. The chain link fence was closed and guarded by an Army vehicle with a couple of armed military soldiers that leaned on the fender well smoking cigarettes. The outside of the gate swarmed with excited natives, waving their arms and hands. There was always a small group of men awaiting job placement outside the gate. Truth be told, Joe would put every man in town to work if he could but he needed electricians, welders, plumbers, equipment operators and any other craftsmen. The gathering at the gate this day was ten fold larger than usual and three-times as noisy. A semicircle of excited Iraqi's formed around two people that stood directly in front of the site gate. Security men and workers alike began gathering at the inside of the gate as well. Two women stood outside the gate's junction dancing and yelling something but Joe was too far to hear exactly what that was. The roar of the men watching sounded like a convoy of trucks rolling through, drowning out any chance of understanding what these ladies were saying. One woman held a sign up but it was too far to read. "What's going on down there?" Joe bellowed into his walkie talkie. "Boss! You 'might' want to come and take a look at this!" Joe's talkie relayed. "I'll be right there!" Joe replied and headed for the temp-lift (temporary elevator). "Get to work!" He snarled at the workers standing around watching the show as he stepped from one beam to another. A luscious lady stood holding a sign; Celebrate Nude Day. The other teased the crowd by slowly removing her clothes, pulling her shirt strap down then bending over slightly and pulling her short dress upward. Taunting the workers, spectators, soldiers, and infuriating the locals that gathered in obvious protest. "Oh my god! Stormy?" Joe muttered in disbelief as he wedged himself through the crowd at the front gate. "There you are! Mister... you're in big trouble." The teasing blonde said as she looked at Joe and smiled. She ran to the fence, reached through the links, grasped Joe by the tank-top shirt and pulled him till she could kiss him through a small hole in the fence's mesh. "I missed you!" The crowd rallied 'ooohs and aaahs' while Joe and Stacey kissed several times. Stacey Bronson, known as Stormy by her friends, was an enticing blonde built with added sensuality in her soft eyes, luscious lips and vibrant curves. "What are you doing here?" Joe said as their lips separated. Stormy still had a firm hold on Joe's shirt. "Is that the thanks I get for traveling half way across the world to be with my husband on our anniversary? Well, I am glad to see you, too!" Stormy released her grip from Joe's tank top and began pouting. There was no denying the disappointment that hung from her lower lip. "Open the gate!" Joe barked to the security detail that just stood there watching the show. Two men began unraveling the chain and opened the gate wide enough to walk through. Stormy, her sister Roxanne with her sign, and the taxi driver carrying their luggage entered the construction site . The crowd outside of the site's gate roared in a displeased tone. Yelling words in their native language that seemed foreign to the American/British/Euro employees that gathered to watch the women in their dance to celebrate Nude Day. "Come here," Joe said as Stormy walked through the gate and towards him. She motioned for the man carrying their suitcases to follow as she walked up to Joe and give him an embracing hug. Roxanne mingled with the workers and military sentries wearing a huge smile, moving with a little bit more sway in her hip's swing. Men whistled from the skeleton structure of the building, waving hands and hard hats to get Roxanne's attention. "The People here are like deep southern Baptist. They don't take kindly to women getting naked, much less in the street!" Joe looked back at the crowd that was gathering at the front gate. The armed guards fought to secure the chain and push back the wave of locals that pressed against the fence. "It is not a land of the free over here. In fact, in America you get a ticket for indecent exposure but here, you lose your head." "Maybe if they would loosen up a little bit they wouldn't be so uptight!" Stormy said in a blonde way. Joe smiled, it was a characteristic that he had fallen in love with. "Get back to work. The show is over," Joe barked to the men that stood around gazing at these two women as if they had not seen a woman's flesh in months. "Over here," Joe pointed for the man carrying their luggage to head towards Joe's porta-office. (Office/Trailer) "Aren't ya glad to see me?" Stormy asked. Joe opened the door to his office, a blast of cool air flowed from the trailer's interior. The air-conditioner hummed loudly blowing at maximum performance while Stormy and Joe entered. Joe pointed for the luggage to be placed just inside the trailer's doorway. "I am glad to see you, I am just a little surprised." Joe began. "What are you doing here? It isn't safe here, at all." "Safe?" Stormy spat. "I'll tell you what is not safe Joseph Clay Bronson. Leaving your wife at home and telling her that you will be back in 4 months and not returning for over 8 months." Stormy spun on her heels after a quick inspection of her husband's office. "You know what today is?" Joe instinctively looked at his calendar, he had nothing marked for this day. "Our anniversary?" Joe said with uncertainty, recalling Stormy's words at the gate. "Our anniversary, dufus! I knew you would forget." Stormy pouted yet stepped ever closer to Joe with smiling eyes. The Taxi driver was paid and Joe ushered him out the door. "Today?" Joe said slightly confused. Locking the door and stepping towards his wife. "Yes, Today is Nude day! We met on the nude beach in Greece. We were married on Nude day two years ago in Las Vegas. How can you forget last year?" Stormy said with a huge and wicked grin. Joe shivered a smile as he recalled the events and realized his forgetfulness. "I am a red-blooded American female with raging newly-wed hormones, Joseph," Stormy said slyly as she stepped even closer to Joe and finger toiled at his tank tops upper rim that pressed his chest hairs upward. "If you're not coming home to take care of me then I will come to you and you sir..." Stormy smiled. "Had better do your duty." She pulled him closer then leaned into him with puckered lips. "Duty?" Joe was absorbing Stormy's words slowly as her fingers worked fast to remove Joe's shirt. Joe smiled and returned her kisses as he realized what it was his wife was wanting. Stormy pressed forward and Joe mirrored her moves as their lips met, mashed and slid across each other's, anxiously. Their fingers trembled with excitement as they simultaneously attempted to remove the other's clothes. Panting, kissing, grasping garments and pulling them as if they would tear away. Stormy's bra hit the floor and an unusual sound echoed. Stormy looked at Joe and Joe looked at Stormy, frozen. They both turned their heads toward the noise they had heard and there was a window with the blinds half drawn. A large audience sat as if they were at a ball game, eating and drinking while watching. There was not an obstructed view in the crowd. Joe reached over and pulled the shades down and the sound of the crowd's disappointment echoed outside. Joe leaned into his wife Stormy, they wrapped into each other, arm and arm, melting into the floor in a passionate embrace. Stormy's hand reached between Joe's legs and found what she had traveled across the globe for, Joe's passion muscle. She gripped it lightly and pulled delicately with her long finger's eager play. "I want to shoot your gun!" Stormy chuckled and Joe smiled. "Knock, Knock, knock," the door sounded. "Go away!" Joe yelled out loudly, Stormy giggled causing Joe to blurt a snicker as well. "We have a problem!" A voice sounded from the other side of the door. Jaba, Joe's gopher, interpreter, assistant, messenger, canary and second set of eyes. A local whom picked up the English language quickly and became very useful in dealing with the local laborers. "Deal with it Jaba! Tell Sam to deal with it." Joe blurted then leaned into Stormy in a hungry way. Stormy wrapped her legs around Joe and the two pressed into each other as if they were starved for attention. Pulling Joe's love muscle in sensual glides, she aimed it towards her body as she maneuvered herself to place his man hood into her portal of passion. Joe removed the remainder of their clothes and excitedly began pushing forward, entering Stormy in a stormy way. Bullets blasted the window into a trillion slivers of glass that scattered along the back wall. Rolls of blue-prints became confetti. The sound of more gunfire rang out loudly. Joe and Stormy separated as Joe dove to his feet and glanced out the shattered window. "Oh Shit!" Joe looked at Stormy lying on the floor totally naked other than her white sheer legged-stockings then he glanced at his clothes. Reaching down he picked up his pants and began putting them on. "What is it?" Stormy asked anxiously. "Insurgents? Riot? I don't know for sure." Joe relayed while buttoning his pants and heading for the door. As his hand touched the doorknob he looked back at Stormy and said, "Stay here." Joe Bronson opened the door, a spray of bullets riddled the trailer and Joe fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Stormy scrambled across the tile to Joe and pulled him to her as more bullets collided against the trailer. "Joe?" Stormy screamed. Joe opened his eyes and reached for his shoulder. Blood seeped from the wound as Stormy looked him up and down, from head to toe, for more injuries. "Damn it!" "I'm okay," Joe said as he held his shoulder and tried to sit up but settled for leaning against the wall. A soldier stood near the door, holding an AK-47 machine gun in his hand. More shots were fired and the man fell upon the trailer steps. His gun landed in the doorway of the trailer. The wide open door was riddled with bullet holes "Get the gun," Joe said and without thinking Stormy scuttled across the tile floor that was covered in shattered glass. She moved toward the machine gun and picked it up. Another volley of shots were fired. Stormy, scared to death, became angry, stood up and shot the gun back towards where the shooting had come from. The AK-47 rattled off several rounds consecutively, puffs of dust emerged in the dirt along the far fence, the locations where the bullets she had fired landed. The power of the gun seeped into Stormy as she continued to fire back, swaying back and forth ensuring that she laid lead in every direction she could. She stepped forward and walked down the steps of the trailer, stepping over the soldier, while pulling the trigger in short spurts as if she was getting the feel for the trigger action with live rounds. Naked to the world and not a thought about it as workers struggled to remain hidden while trying to pop their heads up for a glance at the naked lady shooting the gun. Stormy stepped slowly across the gravel drive as she fired the machine gun with grit teeth, taught muscles, bare bottomed and pointing breasts. Bullets pelted a distant wall as she shot through the chain link fence. "Mess with my man," she mumbled angrily. "Roxanne?" Stormy yelled as realization began to set in. "Roxanne!" "Over here!" Roxanne replied. Her head slowly rose up over the bed of a truck. She didn't have any clothes on either as she stepped from the truck's tail gate. A soldier followed as he pulled up his pants. Then a worker emerged as well. Roxanne walked barefoot, slowly and cautiously across the gravel area as Stormy walked toward her. The two women hugged with the Machine-gun between them. A few men scrambled in the distant, across the chain link fence yelling something in their native tongue. Stormy pointed her gun that direction but did not fire. The construction site sounded cheers of victory and wolf call's whistled. "They say, crazy words," Jaba said as he came from behind a stack of fifty-five gallon drums. "They say, Nude Gun, crazy naked American lady with gun." Jaba snickered. His eyes were soaking up the view of these two gorgeous ladies without any clothes. "Where's your clothes?" Stormy asked Roxanne. She grinned as she pointed towards a forklift behind them, obviously the location of where Roxanne's fun began. "Where's yours?" Roxanne snickered and Stormy pointed to the trailer. "Joe!" Stormy blared then ran to the trailer. Joe was still propped against the wall as she darted to his side. The sound of army jeeps and trucks rumbled outside as a victory yell came from the workers. "Reinforcements are here," Joe said softly and chuckled. Stormy put the gun down and wrapped her arms around Joe and squeezed, releasing her fears by gripping him harder and harder. Another delay in building only turned into a blessing as Joe and Stormy sat on the balcony of their hotel suite, sipping wine and toying with each other's toes. A light banging sound rang out from the hotel's interior. The neighbors in the adjacent room were obviously banging the head board again. "Roxanne, my god, give it a rest." Stormy snickered as she tossed her shoe through the open patio door, sailing it through the air into the hotel room and against the wall. "Who is she doing now?" Joe chuckled while holding his bandaged shoulder, for it hurt when he laughed. "I don't know. Probably the General by now!" Stormy said giggling. She slid to the floor next to Joe's legs. Her hand began roaming, rubbing lightly and massaging Joe's strong calves. "Happy Anniversary." Stormy said smiling as her hand found a handle on his love-pistol. "Happy Nude Day," Joe chuckled as he looked down at himself and Stormy, neither had a stitch of clothing on between them. "I bet they don't forget Nude Day around here for a long time," Stormy mumbled as she began to feast on the meal that she had flown half way around the world to savor. A strong hot desert wind blew across the balcony and into the hotel room. The sign that the two girls had made: Celebrate Nude Day, lifted in the breeze taking flight. It sailed out the open patio door and into the air current, above the Iraqi city of Basra. The Nude Gun Thanks again to my editor Spirit02! ***** "You've got to be kidding me," said the exasperated Peacekeeper. "All the time and credits you've wasted and this is what you've come up with?" "It may not look like much, but remember we were asked to come up with a non-lethal weapon that was capable of stopping the hordes, and this is it. Your job is to field test it and report back your findings. Is that clear?" Matt closed the case after taking another look at the weird looking gun and recharging device. "A ray gun of all the things," he thought to himself. Matt groaned inwardly. He hated these science types. Although they didn't have complete command authority over him and the rest of the corps, they had enough that they could make his life miserable and even cut his military career short. He was already being punished with this assignment. He had been stationed at the remote ends of the civilized galaxy having to deal with the primitives of a small Class M planet where the inhabitants believed they were alone in the universe. They called the planet Earth. What a stupid name; why not call it dirt? Nevertheless, he and his kind were charged with its protection; their primary job was to make sure that other sentient lifeforms didn't corrupt and influence this childlike race from its natural development. That was becoming a much more challenging job as more and more were learning of the planet's existence since their probe had entered the space lanes and begun transmitting its welcome message. Instead of destroying the craft immediately, the decision was made to capture it and learn what they could before deciding on a suitable course of action. That was almost three standard years ago. Matt wasn't sure this backwater planet was worth looking after, but if anything, he'd learned years ago to follow orders. So, when his partner Pete suggested they go planetside for dinner at their regular spot, Matt agreed. He took along his new accessory, still not knowing when or where he'd have an opportunity to field test it. Joe waited his usual group of tables, and although he'd seen the two large men before, they'd never sat in his section. He thought they looked like plain clothes cops or undercover feds, but since he was just a kid and had nothing to hide, he quickly dismissed it. He did find their food selections rather interesting for a steakhouse; neither one ordered any meat or seafood. Instead, they ordered salads, plenty of steamed vegetables and beer. They both consumed three bottles each of what Joe thought a poor excuse for beer, Natural Light by Anheuser-Busch. They did tip well and were very easy to wait on. They seemed to be having a lively discussion, but despite being close enough to hear, Joe couldn't make out anything they were saying. He was sure they were speaking English, but nothing seemed to make sense. He shrugged it off; it was none of his business anyway. He was more interested in Cindy McNeal who waited tables on the other side of the restaurant and on whom he harbored a secret crush. But she was off limits, she was dating a local college guy who'd put the last guy that spoke to her in the hospital. The two undercover cops finally finished their meal and drinks, it was late and since it was a slow night, Joe was able to finish all his chores. Joe was expecting a decent tip, as his coworkers told him, but fifty dollars was more than they had spent on their meal. So it came as no surprise that when Joe found the odd looking case left in the booth, he was eager to catch his customers before they left. Looking out the window he saw the two men getting into what looked like a black Dodge Challenger, so he ran out waving the case while calling out. His attempt to catch them before they pulled out of the parking lot was in vain. He was too late, arriving just in time to hear the tires squeal, tossing gravel behind them. The car pulled off and quickly shot down the empty highway towards the interstate. He watched it for a while and then shrugged, looking at the strange case. Joe was about to return inside when he saw what looked like the car swing wide and then climb into the dark sky, its lights winking off as it continued climbing rapidly into the sky and disappeared. "That couldn't be right," he thought, feeling like Biff in Back to the Future 2 as the DeLorean left flame tracks in the sky. "Hey Joe, smoke break's over. I want to go home. Are you done?" his manager called out. "You know I don't smoke." "Whatever. Are you done, it's late?" Returning inside he told his manager he had a few quick things to finish and that he'd clock out and lock up. Satisfied, his manager agreed and was gone within two minutes. Curiosity got the better of him, and since he was now alone, Joe decided to see what was inside the case. He tried the latch and was surprised to find that it wasn't locked. He opened the case and saw a green shiny gun held in place by foam cutouts. It looked like a toy more than a gun, but not like anything he'd ever seen before. There were dials and switches on it and when he lifted it from its case he was surprised at how light it felt. It looked like metal, but was some sort of plastic material, he thought. He saw a book of instructions, but he had trouble reading it. It was like listening to the two men, some words he recognized, others seemed to be out of place and made no sense. He did understand there were three settings, and that it fired some sort of ray that melted the clothing off its target. But after spending more than twenty minutes studying the booklet, he could only guess at which was the lowest setting and which was the highest. He thought about putting it back, but then a mischievous thought entered his mind. The mall was just about empty, and there were a few manikins on display, perhaps he could test this thing and see if it really worked. Grabbing his things and locking up, he walked through the empty mall. He saw two display manikins for an upscale women's store standing several feet above him and to the left. Opening the case, he withdrew the weapon. Wrapping his hand around it, he felt it shift as if it were now turned on. He checked the switch and saw it was at its lowest setting, as best as he could tell. He lifted it and pointed it at the closest manikin, which was clothed in a light summer flower print dress, and sandals. "Target acquired." He jumped and then realized that the gun had an audio feature. He aimed the gun at the manikin again. "Target reacquired." Joe smiled, thinking about how cool this was, and squeezed the trigger. A great flash and narrow beam of light shot forth from the pistol and struck the manikin, consuming it in a bright yellow glow for a few seconds. It dissipated, leaving the manikin naked except for the necklace, earrings and shoes. Joe jumped up and down and hooted. "That was awesome!" He looked at the gun and moved the lever to what he thought was the second setting, then walked into the square. He lifted and aims the gun a few moments later at the second manikin. This one was clothed in heavier clothing, perhaps showing off some of the upcoming winter clothes. He lifted the gun and aimed it at the manikin. "New target acquired," the gun said, and Joe squeezed off a second volley. This time a wider beam shot forth and consumed the manikin. It dissipated leaving the second manikin completely naked. Joe leaped into the air and pumped his fist. The second beam was indeed more powerful. Joe looked at the remaining two manikins and understood the concept, the four manikins represented the four seasons. He had Spring and Fall remaining. He moved the setting to the third position, pointed it at Fall and squeezed off another shot. The broadest beam yet erupted from the gun and completely engulfed the Fall manikin. When the glow cleared, it too was naked, even the leather shoes were gone. As she was making her rounds she saw a flash of light and a few faint shouts. Nancy Cobb was working the night shift security for Westward Shopping Towns. She was a veteran of the Gulf Wars, having served two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. Having recently been separated she was looking forward to the quiet nighttime serenity of being a mall cop. This was a small quiet city and that made this job just what she needed. But there was definitely something going on near the main entrance. She quickened her pace and saw Joe with some sort of gun aimed at the floor display for one of the stores. She'd met most of the mall's employees. "He's lost his mind," she thought and as she got close enough she held her flash light out and was about to tell Joe to lower the gun. "New target detected. Target armed. Target acquired." Before Joe could stop himself, the gun jerked and turned itself on Nancy. Joe only had time to flick the setting to the lowest before a bright yellow narrow beam arced forth across the short distance and hit Nancy. It covered the young veteran in a cloud of yellow gas before dissipating, leaving her standing in her bra, panties, and loafers. She was too stunned to realize what had happened until she felt the cool air on her skin and saw her clothes were gone. "What the fuck? What happened to my clothes?" Nancy yelled. She accusatorially looked at Joe, pointed her flash light at him and said, "You..." Before she could finish the statement, as if it had a mind of its own, the gun announced, "Target remains active." Joe was surprised when a second burst from the ray gun was expelled without his consent, hitting the half-naked woman again. When the yellow mist cleared she was left with only her flashlight, stunned again she was completely naked. Joe couldn't help but stare. Nancy Cobb had hidden beneath her baggy uniform a killer body, firm 36C cup breasts, a tiny waist, 36 inch hips and a thick patch of pubic hair between her legs. She screamed again, something about her clothes. Joe was still admiring her naked form, when she again accosted Joe, "What the fuck did you do to me? Where are my fucking clothes, asshole?" Her military training was kicking in. Still armed with her flashlight, she was going to crack it over Joe's head. "Target remains active," the mechanical voice announced again. Joe tried to stop the gun from acquiring the target again, but it was somehow on automatic. He did manage to turn the dial a notch before the beam fired again. This time when the yellow glow disappeared, Joe saw that all of Nancy's pubic hair was gone and her pussy was wet and dripping wet. Her nipples were erect and hard, standing out from her tits like small bullets. Her flashlight was on the floor, rolling away from her. She had a dazed look on her flushed face. When she saw Joe she held up her right hand, beckoning him to her with a curl of her finger. Her other hand went between her legs, her fingers making squishing noises as she quickly came, a small orgasm rocking her. Both she and Joe knew it was just the first of many to come. Joe carefully placed the gun back into the case and closed it, just before Nancy lunged forward and wrestled him to floor, then peeled his pants off. Joe was hard as rock from looking at Nancy's playmate body, but now with the reality of being able to sink his teenage cock into this naked woman, it was like steel and pointing straight up. He looked into her eyes, there was something there he'd never seen in any of the girls he'd dated. Later he'd learn that was the look of pure lust. Nancy wasted no time and mounted the teenager, letting out a satisfied moan as she sank to the bottom, Joe's cock filling her eager cunt. She didn't rest but two seconds before she began to ride his cock like a pogo stick, bouncing up and down in a steady rhythm. Joe was sure he'd cum any minute, but Nancy beat him to the punch, letting loose a blood-curdling scream leaving no doubt that she was coming. She squeezed hard and Joe joined her, growling as he pumped his seed deep inside the security guard. When he was done, Nancy collapsed on top of him as they both tried to catch their breath. Joe couldn't believe what had just happened. He had met Nancy once or twice before. She had a reputation for being a no nonsense security guard, ex-military and would likely kick his ass once she recalled what had happened. He needed to leave before she figured things out. He pushed her limp body away despite liking the feel of her soft girly parts on his skin. He had softened and slid out of her bald pussy. He pushed her again and she rolled off him and onto her back. Her legs fell open, juices seeping from between her folds, her beautiful tits settling on her chest, her nipples still hard and begging for attention. Joe stood and pulled his pants back on, buckling his belt but not bothering to tuck in his shirt, his eyes still on the naked beauty. He couldn't help but admire her pretty face. He had forgotten how cute she was when she wasn't wearing her all business scowl. Her eyes fluttered and then opened. She saw Joe and smiled. That was a good sign. "Where are you going, sir?" she asked in the sweetest tone Joe had ever heard. "I'm going home," he said. "And what about me," she asked. "You have to finish your shift," Joe said as if she should know better. "I can't. I don't have any clothes on. What happened to my clothes?" she asked, her face becoming concerned. Thinking fast, Joe took charge. "You are going to go to your locker, put on your uniform and do your job." "Okay," she easily agreed. "But will you call me later?" she asked. "Umm..." "Give me your phone, sir," she said. Joe handed her his iPhone 6 and she added her number to his contact list. "Call me later, sir," she said as she picked up her flashlight and stood. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders and her tits jiggled as they settled high on her chest. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth briefly before turning and walking back towards the locker room. Joe watched as she gracefully marched away. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Then he looked at where he had left the case and the strange gun. "What the fuck?" he thought, and scooping it up, raced out of the mall to his car before driving the short distance to his home. Everyone was asleep or at least in their rooms, which was common for the times of night when Joe returned from his late night shifts. He went quickly to his room. Closing the door he opened the case and found the instruction book. It was still hard to read, but after several minutes and what he'd witnessed, Joe surmised that the three settings were used for the level of nudity you wanted. Setting one would eliminate the first level of clothing, settings two and three were capable of stripping the subject bare with a single shot, and removing any body hair, he thought, remembering how it had stripped Nancy of her bushy pubic hair. But he couldn't figure out why she had become so obedient. She called him sir as if she were still in the military and he out-ranked her, like he was her superior officer. Joe was getting tired and changed out of his clothes, choosing to sleep in his tee shirt and boxers. He was about to call it a night when he remembered that the gun went into some kind of automatic mode. He recalled reading something about that. It didn't make sense the first three times he read it, but he found the passage in the manual and read it again. It seemed the gun had a sentry mode, which detected targets even though the user may not be aware of the threat. "That must be why it attacked Nancy," he thought. "It learned to target women from his practice with the manikins," he guessed. But that still didn't explain why Nancy was so eager to jump his bones. He felt the gun in his hand. It was so comfortable and light, almost as if it was made just for him. Just as that thought had sunk in, the door to his room burst open and his older sister Karen barged in, "You worm, you've been going through my stuff again, haven't you!" "Target acquired." The gun was still in sentry mode, and sensing the hostile nature of his angry sister, turned itself on and fired a short burst at the 22-year-old blonde. The bolt quickly engulfed the young woman and made short work of her pajamas, leaving her stunned and naked in her brother's room. Joe threw the gun back into the case and closed it. Turning back to his sister he couldn't believe what he was seeing. That same look that Nancy had had on her face, her nipples were hard and sticking out from her abundant breasts, his gaze followed her hand to her naked pussy as her fingers began to enter her moist lips. "Joey...I...need..." she began to say, and then she simply pushed her brother back on to his bed, ripped his boxers open, pulled out his cock and sucked it into her mouth. Joe fought his older sister but soon it felt too good and he acquiesced. Karen's talented mouth quickly had Joe on the edge; she didn't even mind the taste of pussy that was obviously on his cock. "My little brother got lucky tonight, well he's about to get even luckier," she thought to herself. Within a few minutes he was shooting his second load of the night into the waiting mouth of his older sister. He stuffed his pillow into his mouth to stifle the roar as he came like no other time in his brief sexual life. When he was done he lowered the pillow and panted as he watched his sister climb on top of him, eager for more play. The look on her face told him she wanted to fuck him. "No! Stop," he cried as loudly as he dared, not wanting to alert his parents as he pushed Karen away. "Okay." She simply stopped and looked at him, as if waiting for his next order. "Get off me and off my bed," he said. She quickly complied, standing, still completely naked, one finger in her mouth as she unashamedly showed him her lovely body. He had to agree she had a great body; he'd been tempted on a few occasions to peep at her as she was in the bathroom. She was his sister and he'd resisted all those nasty thoughts. But now here she was, naked in all her glory, and she'd just crossed the line and blown him. Did he dare question her about it? "Turn around so that I can see your ass," he told her. She giggled and spun around, then shook her ass playfully and slapped it, leaving a hand print. She spun back around so fast that her tits took a moment to settle on her chest. She stood still waiting for her younger brother to tell her what to do next. Joe couldn't believe how Karen was acting. He watched his 18-year-old cock rise before him and fought with his conscience. He really wanted to fuck her, but she was his sister and that sort of thing was frowned on, besides, he didn't have a condom. He thought for a moment. "Karen," he asked, tearing his eyes away from her naked dripping pussy, her labia was swollen and had him entranced. He slowly looked up at her face, "are you using any kind of birth control?" "Of course, silly, I've been on the pill since I was eighteen." She smiled. "So little brother, are you ready to fuck? I can see your big cock waving at me." "What the hell?" Joe thought, "She's asking for it." Then he hesitated. Why was she so eager and just like with Nancy, she seems willing to do anything I ask. "No, I don't think so, how about you just stand there for a bit." "Okay," she said. Her passion seemed to cool as she stood still; her erect nipples began to relax. "That's not right," he thought. "She should either be pissed or begging for it." He thought a bit more and said, "You know what would be cool, sis, if you were to just get yourself off standing there while I watch. How do you normally do it?" Karen smiled slowly. "Well, I have a little friend to help me. Would you like to see it?" "Sure, sis, you can tell me all your secrets." The Nude Gun She practically squealed with delight. She excused herself and quietly ran to her room before returning with a pink vibrator. "It's called the Juicy Jewels. It's my favorite. It almost feels like the real thing," she said as she rubbed it up and down and inserted it into her wet pussy. Joe's mouth hung open as he watched his sister fuck herself with the pink toy cock. He marveled, it even had veins like it was a real cock. "MMMmmmm. It's starting to feel good. It's making me all tingly inside as it spreads," she moaned. She began to give him a play by play, obeying his order to tell him all her secrets. "Hmmm, I'm getting all squishy and it feels so good." Only the humming of the vibrator and the moaning of his sister could be heard as Joe watched in disbelief as she shamelessly masturbated in front of him. When she came, she fell to her knees, her legs no longer strong enough to hold her. She looked at her little brother, his cock still standing at attention. Panting, she waited for further instructions. Although Joe wanted to fuck his sister, he thought it would be better if he waited. He needed to know how long this thing, whatever it was, would last. What would she remember, would she come back to see him again, this time naked? "She wants some instructions; okay," he thought. "Karen, you can go back to your room now. Thanks for sharing with me and the blowjob was awesome. From now on whenever it is possible, you should be naked in front of me. Also, you did such a good job sucking me off, it's now your favorite thing to do. But, I'm tired and need to get some rest. I will see you later." "Okay," Karen said as she crawled to her feet, jiggling as she stood on weak legs, holding her toy in one hand while leaning on the bed for support before turning and heading out of the room and into her own. "Damn," Joe said to himself. It looks like she's going to do it. He crawled under the sheets and thinking about whom else he could try this "Nude Gun" on. His first thought was his favorite teacher, Ms. Crew. She taught math. She was really hot, had a body like a playboy playmate, stacked, big hips and small waist. If she weren't so smart, she'd be a bimbo with that body. Then there was the cheerleaders, the entire squad, they were all pretty hot. Joe drifted off to sleep thinking about them naked and having sex with each other, until he one by one fucked them until they came. Then there was Cindy McNeal, he'd have to find a way to deal with her boyfriend first, he thought. The next morning Joe woke up to the feeling of someone sucking his morning wood. He opened his eyes to see his naked sister working his erect cock like a woman possessed. In another moment he exploded, filling her mouth as she continued to drain him dry. Before he could react, she stood, licking her lips, jiggling her big tits, one hand in her pussy. "You better get up or you're going to be late for school." Then she squealed softly as she got herself off. "I'm going to shower, don't worry I'll leave you some hot water," she said, before kissing him on the cheek and heading down the hall. Joe was screaming in his head, "It worked, oh my God." His list began to grow, but he worried about what to do about the women once they'd lost their clothing and he was satisfied. They'd be naked; how would they get home with no clothes? Then it dawned on him, he could bring something for them to wear. Once they were under his control they'd be happy to do whatever he asked. He'd have to spend a little money on perhaps shorts and a tank top, though they could go without shoes, should they be destroyed. That wouldn't cost too much, he thought. They only needed to be clothed enough to not get arrested. He laughed to himself. He went back to the case and pulled out the gun and instructions. Either he was getting used to the way the manual read or he'd overlooked some of the instructions in his haste to use it that first time, but now he understood the settings better. With the dial, he could even set how horny he could make his targets; the dial went from zero to ten, ten being the highest setting. Also he learned that there was a setting for small groups and crowds. He imagined zapping away all the clothes of a crowd at the basketball game or the entire cheer squad during a game. Then he thought he'd better not to draw attention to it, he could lose his gun and his harem including his sister. Yes, discretion would be best. Math was his last class of the day on Wednesdays. His schedule varied, but not his resolve. He would blast Ms. Crew with the nude ray and he'd finally get to fuck her. He was dying to know what she looked like naked. She wore conservative attire, but he, like all his classmates, figured that she hid a rock-solid body beneath them. At the beginning of class, he asked her if he could stay a little longer as he had a question about last night's homework. She said that they would go over it during class, but he lied and told her that he had found a way to solve the equations quickly using an entirely different method. She was fascinated at the prospect and agreed to stay awhile after class. She had plans for the evening, but this might be worth the time, she thought. Class was over quickly and the other students quickly left, happy to be done with school for the day. Since he sat close to the door, Joe waited for the last student to leave before locking the door and pulling the plastic gun from its case. Ms. Crew was shutting down her computer and eager to see what her student had to show her. She stood and began walking across the room towards Joe. She'd taken only a few steps when he raised the gun and fired the first shot. As it had the night before, the ray struck the unsuspecting woman and a yellow mass of energy engulfed her. Being daytime it wasn't nearly as impressive, but the results were even better. Ms. Crew stood stunned, standing in her lingerie. She was wearing a powder blue Playtex embroidered underwire bra and matching panties. Joe smiled as he saw she was as well-endowed as he'd hoped, her panties revealed a camel toe and had Joe eager to see her completely naked. Before she could figure out what had just happened and why the room was suddenly so cool, Joe fired another shot. The process repeated, but this time when the energy cloud dispersed Ms. Crew was completely naked. Her large breasts hung down slightly, her large areolas beginning to crinkle as her nipples became erect before his eyes. Joe carefully put the gun back into its case and into his backpack, reluctantly taking his eyes off his naked teacher, who was still unaware of what had just happened. He looked between her legs and saw a thin strip of black hair, cut close, pointing down to the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. He'd seen hundreds of pictures of pussies on many websites as soon as he learned what they were, but what Ms. Crew had was perfect. Her inner lips were just beginning to peak out of her larger fatter lips and he could see a hint of moisture wetting them. Joe looked at his watch, counting the seconds. Ms. Crew finally gasped and shook as a chill went through her body, her marvelous tits quaking and rocking before settling into place. She blushed and then a smile spread to her lips. "I'm so horny and I'm naked. I must be dreaming," she thought. She'd sometimes have dreams of being naked in front of her class and then making it with one of her students. There was nothing wrong with that. It was healthy as long as she didn't act on those naughty fantasies. So, the dream continued and she reached Joe and kissed him deeply. Their tongues wrestled as Joe felt her naked body with his hands and Ms. Crew rubbed herself over the teenager. "Damn," she thought, "this dream feels so real and I'm so wet." Joe broke the kiss. It was the most passionate he'd ever received and he was panting. Taking control, he pushed his teacher to her knees. She knew what he wanted and she quickly undid his pants. They fell to his ankles, revealing his very hard cock. She didn't waste a moment, but took it into her mouth and began sucking and licking it like it was the last cock on earth. "MMmmmm...," Ms. Crew hummed as she continued to suck Joe's cock. She couldn't believe just how real things were. She could taste him, and she liked the manly flavor. Joe rested his hand on her head as he slowly fucked her mouth and the sensations quickly built. "What's your first name, Ms. Crew?" he asked, knowing that he didn't want to call her by the formal name he called her in school. Things were moving far beyond formal. "Adele," she said after pulling his cock from her mouth, Joe immediately regretting the timing of his question. "Adele," he said. "You're a very good cock sucker, but I guess you know that, don't you?" She was about to answer, but he pushed his cock back into her mouth and said, "Show me, don't tell me." Joe couldn't believe how confident he'd suddenly become. Adele quickly began using all the tricks she'd learned over the years and soon had Joe roaring as he exploded in her mouth. She expertly kept pace, not losing a single drop. She leaned back on her haunches, still wearing her sensible working wedge heels. Joe pulled back his now deflated cock and pulled Adele to her feet. "Let me look at you, turn around for me," Joe commanded and Adele did as she was told, smiling, thinking this was an amazingly vivid dream. She hoped she wouldn't wake before she got fucked. Joe loved what he saw; she was a natural beauty. Big tits that sat high on her chest, mostly flat stomach, great ass and a pussy to die for, not to mention her shapely legs. Joe was going to enjoy making her his own. He'd fuck her here and then they'd go back to her place and he'd fuck her some more before leaving her with some special instructions. He was hard again; she smiled, knowing it was truly a dream, for none of her lovers were that ready to fuck again after coming as much as he had. She walked over to her desk and bent over it, letting her giant tits sway while shaking her fine ass at him. She looked back and Joe was right there. The eighteen-year-old man was ready to fuck his teacher. "Adele, you will be quiet and cum only when I say so." She nodded. She loved for her men to take control; so few did. Yes, this was the best dream ever. Joe lined up his cock and rubbed it up and down, enjoying the feeling as Adele moaned as her wetness covered his cock. Joe decided that since he was controlling her, he'd see just how much control he had. "Adele when I enter you, you will have a small orgasm, just big enough for you to know that this fuck will be epic," Joe told his teacher. Adele nodded that she understood and marveled at her subconscious' imagination. "Best dream ever," she thought as Joe pushed into her and she squealed quietly. "Damn, that's good," she swore. Joe waited a few moments and then backed out slowly. Adele had just recovered from the mini climax and this kept getting better and better. Joe slowly pushed back in, amazing himself at his self-control. He did this as long as he could and then as it began to feel all too good he grabbed his teacher by her hips and began to pump her hard and fast. Before long she was whimpering, on the edge of a mighty release except she couldn't come without Joe's permission. She was babbling now, "Oh my god, oh my god, too good, too fucking good." Joe was finally ready to come and he told Adele that she could come, but she had to be as quiet as she could lest they be discovered and she lose her job. "Okay, okay, okay, please let me come, please..." she begged. "Come Adele, come with me." Joe roared again as quietly as possible. Adele brought one of her hands from the desk and shoved her fist into her mouth as she screeched into her hand for what seemed like minutes. Joe pulled his cum covered deflating cock from Adele's pussy, juices dripping down her legs as she fell to her knees again. Joe pulled her head to him and put his cock in her mouth for her to clean. She tasted herself for the first time, and as she was coming down from her climax she began to suspect that this wasn't a dream. Her mind began to notice things like the chill in the air and the lack of anything to clean and wipe her dripping pussy with. Even in her dreams, she always had the necessities. When Joe was satisfied, he withdrew his cock and pulled his pants back on. He saw his shirt half way across the room and went to retrieve it. Adele's keen mind realized that her clothes were nowhere to be found. Perhaps this was a dream after all. Joe looked back at his teacher who was now getting up from the floor, still looking for her clothes. "Adele, that was a great fuck, let's go back to your place and fuck some more. You don't have plans do you?" "My clothes, why don't I have any clothes," she asked Joe as she found her purse, then pulled out some tissues and wiped her leaking pussy. It wasn't enough, and she remembered she had a box of tissues in her desk. She pulled open a drawer and retrieved a handful before stuffing them into her still gaping pussy. "Oh," Joe said, walking back to his desk where he'd left his backpack. He pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top that belonged to his mother. They might be a little big, but they were better than nothing. He had thought of taking some of his sister Karen's clothes, but he knew they'd be too small for his curvy teacher. "Here, try these," he said as he tossed her the clothes. She caught them in both hands as they separated. "What are these? Where are my clothes, how did I get to school without my clothes?" "Shorts and a tank top," Joe said as he shouldered his backpack. "I can't wear these rags," she said, looking at the used clothing as if they were just pulled off a homeless person. "Well," Joe said. "It's either them or nothing. It might be hard to get to your car from here naked. Someone might call the cops." Adele pulled on the clothes quickly. The shorts were too big and the tank top too small, but she managed to get all of both her breasts inside without looking immodest. "Good, that doesn't look too bad," Joe said. "I will go first. Wait a minute, then walk to your car. I will wait there, then follow you to your place." "Okay, but what if someone sees me dressed like this, what will I tell them?" Joe thought for a minute, "Tell them you are going to a softball game and you play third base. Its spring and it's warm outside. What you do on your time isn't anyone's business but mine." Adele Crew thought that was a plausible excuse and nodded her approval to Joe who left the room quickly, closing the door behind him. There was no one in the halls and he felt confident that Adele wouldn't be stopped. Ms. Crew left her classroom and found the halls empty. She walked as quickly as she could, but with no bra her ample breasts were swaying back and forth with every step, despite the tank top being at least two sizes too small. What was worse was that the shorts were too big and she had to hold them up with her hand lest they fall to her knees. Fortunately she had a large purse and her book bag which she could use to hide herself somewhat if she got stopped. She was almost to the building exit. The teacher's parking lot was a short walk away, then she'd be free. She was thinking about fucking Joe, what a lover, who knew? She was getting aroused again, her nipples beginning to protrude from the skimpy tank top. She was about to exit the building when she heard her name being called. "Ms. Crew!" "Damn!" she thought. Looking to her left she saw it was the principal, Mr. Williams. He jogged a few moments and caught up with her. "I thought that was you," he said as he gave her the once over, surprised to be seeing so much of his recently hired teacher. She always dressed so conservatively. "Was she braless? Damn, she's got great tits. Shit, her nipples are hard. I wonder if she's just glad to see me?" he joked to himself. "I was wondering if you've finished your survey. It's due at the end of the week. The school with 100% participation will win the district award of five hundred dollars, which will buy us a new coffee machine for the teachers' lounge. He was alongside her now and she smelled different. He looked at her more closely, she appeared to be perspiring. "Damn," he was turning her on; he could smell her womanly scent. "Who knew?" "I'll submit it on time, Principal Williams," she said. "I'm late for my softball game. I play third base." "Oh, okay," he said. "Don't let me keep you. Good luck." "Thank you," she said as she trotted out the door towards the parking lot and the safety of her car. Principal Williams watched the young thirty-year-old teacher scurry out the door, her tits swaying in spite of the book bag she held tightly to her chest. "I may have to keep an eye on this one," he thought, imagining what her large tits looked like naked. She arrived at her car to find Joe waiting. "What took so long?" he asked, looking at her nipples poking into the tank top. "Principal Williams stopped me. I think he could smell me, and I could feel my nipples hardening. I was thinking of you fucking me again. You will fuck me some more, won't you Joseph?" "Joe, or for you Joey is fine. And yes we will be fucking a lot, you and me. But let's get out of here. I'll follow you. Nice car, by the way. Is it new?" Joe admired the sporty Nissan Z. If he played his cards right he'd be driving it soon enough. At Adele's apartment, Joe thought that he shouldn't take for granted that Adele would be spending the night at home, alone. She must have friends, maybe a boyfriend. He needed to be a little cautious. "So," he said to Adele as he followed her into her bedroom, "Did you have any plans for tonight?" He pulled her close and fondled her large unrestrained breasts. She let go of the shorts and they fell to her ankles before she stepped out of them. She squirmed a little as Joe fingered her naked pussy and ass. "Just me and my girlfriend, Leah, planning to go out to a couple of clubs and pick up some guys," she said. "Mmmmm, that feels good. Don't stop." Joe had his fingers in Adele's pussy and she was literally dancing on his hand. She pulled the tank top off and was completely naked again. Joe caught his breath as he looked at the beauty again. She was truly stunning. "Do you have a picture of Leah," Joe asked before he took her left breast in his hand. He flicked the nipple with his tongue and took it into his mouth, gently sucking on it. "Oohh...mmmm...let me see, I probably have a picture in my phone." She managed to pull her phone from her purse and find a photo. "There," she said as she showed him the picture from her iPhone 6. Joe reluctantly pulled his mouth from her breasts, releasing the nipple, and stared at the photo. "That's Leah, your girlfriend?" he had to ask as he looked at a gorgeous Asian woman. Adele nodded and began to reach for Joe's hard cock. An idea began to form in Joe's mind. "Where are you two meeting?" "I was going to meet her at her place, and then we were going to drive to Old Town and the bars," Adele said as she began stroking Joe's cock. "Call her and ask her to meet you here. What time were you planning on meeting?" "6PM," she said. "We thought we'd hit Happy Hour and then move on to some serious drinking." "Why so early?" Joe thought that if it were him, he'd wait until about ten and then hit the bars, coming in once he'd found someone to hook up with. "We're both school teachers and tonight's a school night," she almost screamed as Joe entered her again, and like before, she had a mini-orgasm. Joe began stroking into her from behind again. Adele was screaming now as her pleasure quickly grew and she didn't have to suppress it since she was at home. After a few minutes she came hard, panting as Joe handed her the phone. The Nude Gun An hour later, after Adele had come several times while she and Joe showered, she'd sucked Joe off and he'd fucked her ass under the warm water, Adele was answering the door wearing two towels. One was on her head, the other covering her breasts and just reaching her luscious ass cheeks. "Hey Leah," she said as opened the door and let her friend in, "I'm almost ready. Mix yourself a drink." Both women walked into the living room when a blast of energy sprang forth and engulfed both beauties in a glow of yellow light. (To be continued)