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Fundraising

By: luciarochester



I was at fundraiser at my new husband's workplace. Everyone who was anyone in our small town was there, vying to impress each other with much preening of plumage as the evening wore on. As usual, my husband John had gathered what few young people were in attendance like a pied piper and escaped outside into the warm summer night on the porch, leaving the stilted world of moneyed philanthropists inside. I had noted his exit and attempted to follow, but was intercepted in the hall by a large elderly dame of society who enjoyed nothing more than to recall tales from her long ago youth by the hour. Exasperated, I conceded defeat to a boring evening trapped by the old heifer and wondered what fun John was having outside while I did my wifely duty by being gracious and accommodating. If I could have met up with John outside in a dark corner, I could have been having a much better time by now. 

"I swear, if I have to do another one of these events I think I'll scream," I thought to myself as Mrs. Johnson recounted another scintillating tale. Just then Mr. Williams, the executive director walked up with two drinks in hand. 

"There you are, my dear. I was wondering where you went off to. Here is the drink you sent me search of. Mrs. Johnson, you'll have to let me borrow this little girl for a while if you don't mind." Having said that he deftly steered me down the hall by placing his hand around my waist and guided me into his private office. He shut the door behind me and I turned, taking a good look at him. He was probably around sixty, but it was hard to say. His silvery white hair gave him a distinguished look, but everyone who knew him said that he had white hair since he was in his thirties. Tall and handsome, he looked every bit his role as executive director and he carried the air of authority effortlessly. 

"Here is your drink," he said smiling as he handed me a glass of wine. 

"No thank you. I don't drink," I countered.

He smiled slyly, "How was I supposed to help you escape from Mrs. Johnson? Besides I wanted to ask how you are enjoying being Mrs. Davidson. I haven't really had a chance to see you since your wedding back in June. Are things going well? John treating you okay?"

"Yes, we are very happy. John is wonderful to me. Things just seem to have fallen into place for us."

Mr. Williams smiled, his dark eyes flashing, "As his wife I'm sure you want things to go well for him in his work. You know behind every successful man stands a woman. As his wife you are in a position to help him a great deal, even though you may not know it."

Confused, I answered, "I think John is doing a great job. I think he is really at the top of his game. I'm sure I don't know enough about any of it though to be much help."

Mr. Williams moved in closer, his eyes taking in all of my body in a slow lingering glance. "I can make sure he does very well here with your help from time to time. I want to get to know you better and I hope you will like me as a friend." In saying that Mr. Williams ran his hand down my back to my ass, grabbing and squeezing. I pulled away sharply and he smiled, slightly surprised.

"Well, I though you might be open to playing a little with me. If you don't, things could be made very difficult for your new husband and I know you don't want that, do you? I will make it very worthwhile for John if you will be cooperative with me. I know you would hate to see him lose out on opportunities that could really advance his career."

My first impulse was run to John. But I knew that Mr. Williams was completely capable of screwing my husband over if he didn't get what he wanted. I took a deep breath.

"What do you want me to do?" I stammered. 

"First of all, why don't you lose your panties, pull up your dress and sit on the edge of my desk for me like a good little girl and spread those legs?" he leered.

I blushed deeply and without stopping to think picked up the glass of wine he had offered me and threw it in his face. "How dare you!" I fumed. "I can't believe you would say such a filthy indecent thing to me!"

Wiping his face very calmly with his handkerchief Mr. Williams looked me square in the eyes, "You'll do as I say or I can see to it that your husband won't be employed here. I have great influence that would keep him from being employed anywhere else for that matter. I have enjoyed looking at you for quite some time now and I would really enjoy getting to violate your stunning little body. Now, be a good little girl and drop your panties for me. I think you'll enjoy what I have in mind."

My mind raced through my options. I could run to my husband and tell him what had happened, but I knew this would almost certainly mean the loss of his job. I believed Mr. Williams would do exactly what he said he would. He was known for being quite ruthless and I couldn't afford to take the chance that my husband would be fired and blackballed. If I cooperated just this once it could help John. I would just have to make sure I was never in a situation with Mr. Williams alone again in the future. Feeling like a cornered animal, I decided I would do as he asked this once. 

Complicating the situation was the fact that I didn't have any panties on to lose. John had given me a quick humping over the bathroom sink that evening before we had left for the party, filling me with an exceptionally large load. I had quickly put on a black lace garter belt and stockings afterwards but no panties in my rush to finish getting ready. So here I was facing this lecherous older man with no panties, wearing a garter belt and having an obviously cum filled pussy. I took a deep breath as I pulled my slinky black dress up to my hips and sat nervously on the edge of the desk, spreading my legs slightly. Mr. Williams pushed both of my knees wider and ordered me to pull my legs back slightly, revealing my still engorged clit and fucked, swollen lips. As I did so, I could tell that John's cum was still oozing from my slit. Not only had I been fucked earlier in the evening, but John had used me quite vigorously that morning, so there was plenty of his thick white cum inside of me. I had been dripping all day. I always loved the sensation of having my husband's offering still in me afterwards. I wondered if this would be enough to stop Mr. Williams when he saw I was used and hadn't cleaned up. To my surprise it had quite the opposite effect.

His eyes gleamed. "What luck! I never dreamed I'd be getting a little cream pie like this tonight. Ran must be wearing you out. How many times a day is he giving it to you?"

"Three, sometimes four times," I mumbled, embarrassed by his steady gaze at my used cunt. 

Mr. Williams laughed softly as he began stroking my clit. "I guess I'd want it four times a day too if I had a little hole like this to rape." 

Even though I had intended on participating in some play just to help my husband, I soon could not help be conscious of the fact that his smooth experienced touch to my now throbbing clit was making me grow more lustful by the second. My clit swelled even more, intensely sensitive from the rough treatment it had been given earlier by my horny husband. Without any encouragement I voluntarily spread my legs apart further, opening myself for whatever he cared to give me. Mr. Williams made note of my cooperation and took the opportunity to insert two of his fingers into my slit. I was very tight and sore from John's attentions, but his cum was keeping me lubed nicely as Mr. Williams began fucking me with his fingers. Soon I was producing enough pussy juice that I was absolutely sloppy with desire, the desk below me a growing puddle of mixed honey. I gasped slightly when Mr. Williams dropped to his knees and began licking the fluids pouring from my pussy. Obviously evidence of my husband's lust for me did not serve as an obstacle to Mr. Williams as he deliriously lapped up the cream pouring from me. My pussy tightened even more as he probed into me with his tongue and I writhed as I came violently while being licked and tongue fucked. He arose from my spread thighs, his face wet with a mixture of John's cum and my juice. He unzipped his pants and didn't bother taking them off, just releasing his huge swollen cock as he motioned for me to lie back on the desk. He pulled me by my hips to the edge, placing my still black stocking clad legs over his shoulders, and quickly found my hole with his dick. In one fast thrust he penetrated me deeply as I cried out softly with pain and surprise. My cries seemed to stimulate him even more and he buried it in me again and again.

"I can see why John married you. You have a nice tight hole and you certainly know how to take a dick. You were made to fuck." He gave me thrust after thrust, holding my hips to keep me from sliding back on the polished desk. His efforts caused my pussy to suck and pull at his dick and I crashed with a huge climax, my entire body shuddering as he nailed me. He momentarily swelled and with a growl began pumping me full of his cum, throbbing as he added his offering to my full cunt until his body relaxed, satiated. 

He pulled out of me and took a last look at my pink ravaged slit, filled to overflowing from his efforts. "I hope that you make love to John when you go home tonight and he fucks you with my cum still in you. He is one lucky bastard." He adjusted his clothing as I got up from the desk. 

"You did a great deal tonight to insure that good things will happen for your husband. You should be proud of yourself." I nodded mutely and he stooped to kiss me and as he did I could not only taste myself on his lips but my husband, which made me long for John.

"I need to go. John is probably looking for me." I whispered as I pulled away and left the room. As I went into the hall I ran head on into my husband, who looked a little mischievous. 

"Ready to get out of here?" he asked.

"You have no idea." We said our goodbyes to the crowded reception room as we left and once in the car John looked at me questioningly as he keyed the ignition. 

"Have a good time?"

"Well, I guess. You know how boring these things are. And you disappeared on me," I answered accusingly.

John smiled, "Yes, but I did come back to rescue you. Found you too. You seemed like you were anything but bored at the time. As a matter of fact, you were moaning with pleasure."

Horrified at the thought of my husband seeing what I had done with Mr. Williams, I stared wide-eyed, trembling. "It's not like you think. He said he would make trouble for you." I began crying, anticipating my husband's reaction. Surprisingly, it wasn't what I expected. 

"It's okay sweetheart. Really it is," John whispered softly as he leaned over to kiss me lovingly, "You were so beautiful lying on the desk letting my boss have some. You were just exquisite, spreading for him and letting him mouth you. Seeing him climax with you moaning and writhing around on his cock , unable to escape was unspeakably delicious. I quite enjoyed watching that performance. I'm sure Williams enjoyed it too. But I am going to have to discipline you when we get home."

I knew what he meant by this; the leash and collar.

"I think that several ass fuckings would be good for you. Maybe help you remember who your sweet little body belongs to at the end of the night. I hate to put your collar on you but you have been such a bad girl tonight, it will do you some good. You are such a little bitch whore. I think you need to know who owns you. I hope he enjoyed seeing my cum. Too bad he won't get to see your ass drip with it tonight. But maybe before the next fundraiser I'll fill it up along with your cunt and he can enjoy both."

I shivered with excitement. This helping my husband's career was going to be quite exhilarating. 

Fundraising: The Bottoms



Standing there in the sunlight, I had to wonder how I had come to such a moment. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I whispered to myself as I awaited the sound of the camera shutter. I closed my eyes, even though I was facing away from the camera, in order to settle my jittery nerves. Jim, the husband of my administrative assistant, was fussing with the camera a bit before finally taking the pictures, close-ups of my bare bottom for which I was nonetheless posing completely nude.

After I heard the camera click several times, Jim asked, "Do you want a few other close-ups too?"

Despite my embarrassment, I knew I was going to turn around. While I hesitated, though, events that led to this scene flashed through my mind. This wasn't what I expected, and I searched my mind for the moment when I crossed some barrier and allowed myself to take off my clothes and let a man who wasn't my husband take pictures of my body.

Only a couple weeks earlier, I and my colleagues were gathered in a meeting to discuss fundraising ideas for our English garden, The Bottoms. The land our garden occupied lay along a river in a community on the edge of the city's suburban sprawl. For years, the area had been the location of industrial parks and warehouses, all of which had been destroyed by an unusually severe flooding season about ten years ago.  

Rather than rebuilding the area, the county government bought out the various businesses and turned the land into a rambling park with a golf course, trails, playgrounds, and, of course, the English garden. Although the land was public property, it was leased to our independent, non-profit group. We called our garden The Bottoms after the name often used to describe the formerly run-down district on the floodplain.

As director of The Bottoms, I had a staff of five other women: Kathy, my administrative assistant; Christine, our events coordinator; and Caitlin, Debbie, and Danielle, our plant specialists and groundskeepers. Three of us worked mostly inside, while the other three worked mostly outside. I was almost 45, Kathy was three years younger, Caitlin was in her mid-thirties, and the others were in their twenties, except for Debbie, who was just 19. These differences did not matter to me in the way I tried to manage the garden, so when we met that afternoon, I honestly encouraged the others to propose ideas, and they all knew that any suggestions would be taken seriously.

Even so, laughter was the first reaction we all had to Debbie's mention of the famous calendar for which several older women posed nude. None of us had ever seen the calendar itself, but we were all familiar with the movie made about it and the women. Christine did remind us, though, "Even without the movie deal, that calendar brought in lots of money."

"I saw the movie," Caitlin said, "and it wasn't dirty at all. They made it look like the pictures were very tasteful and the women had fun."

We discussed other ideas, none of which aroused much enthusiasm, and Debbie said, "So the calendar's the best idea we've got. Why not go for it?"

"Hey, I've got it!" Kathy exclaimed. "We're called The Bottoms, right? So if we pose for a calendar, it can just be pictures of our bottoms. That way we get to play up the brand name, and the calendar will sell out, no matter how many we order."

There was still some laughter, but they seemed to be considering the idea too. "I like it," said Debbie, "it's perfect. That other calendar didn't really show anything, and if ours was the same, it could get kind of boring."

"Where would we get models?" I asked, trying to bring up practical objections that might make us go back to considering more normal ideas.

"We don't need models," Debbie said. "We're six good looking women. We should be able to put our bottoms on the line for The Bottoms."

I suppose because it sounded like innocent fun, the idea was catching on. Then Kathy reminded us that her husband was a serious photographer, capable of taking high quality pictures, so any practical objection I might raise about that expense was answered. Finally, in my own mind, I guess I convinced myself that a picture of my bottom would not require me to take off all of my clothes.

That way of thinking was my first step toward the barrier.

I never really said then that the calendar would be our fundraising project, but I did tell Kathy to work out the details of producing it. If I was trying to make it sound like I was only tentatively considering the proposal, when we left the meeting, everyone was assuming that our bottoms would be seen on various pages of a calendar on sale soon.

A few days later, Kathy was telling me that the plan would be simple. "Jim says he can take the pictures in a single day, as long as the weather cooperates. Since there are six of us, we can figure on two months apiece."

"What do you mean, two months apiece?"

"The pictures for two months. If each of us poses for the pictures for one month and for another month, we'll have the whole year covered. In fact, Peg, I figured you could be Miss June and December. You're the boss here, so you should get preferred months like that."

Christine was standing nearby and added, "You mean we'll each have two months uncovered."

Mostly out of nervousness, I asked Kathy if pictures of us in nice panties wouldn't be just as effective for the fundraiser. She gave me a look that said not to be afraid, but the next day she said, "I talked to Jim, and he said the panties idea would be good for filler pictures."

Again, I asked what she meant. "On the page below the big picture, there are always some blanks where there aren't days of that month. In one or two of those little spaces, Jim thought a close-up of a bottom in panties would add a nice touch. He suggested we each bring along a pair of our favorite or sexiest panties for that shot."

I was out of alternative ideas, and the plan took on a momentum of its own after that. I found myself going along with ironing out details that I was not really thinking about fully. For one thing, I wondered how a second picture of my bottom would be different from the first. And when Kathy asked all of us whether we wanted our husbands or boyfriends around for the shoot, it suddenly occurred to me that I had not even told my husband anything about it. Still, I said that I would rather not have him there, and everyone except Debbie felt the same about their husbands.

Debbie just said, "I wouldn't mind if my boyfriend were there. It would be kind of fun, in a way. But if no one else is bringing a guy, I can leave mine at home too."

And that's when I thought about Jim, Kathy's husband. He would be there, and he would have to see what he was photographing.

That night, I explained the whole thing to Ed. Actually, he kind of liked the idea, even if he couldn't be there to see the pictures being taken. He always thought I should be prouder of my body, especially my large breasts, and he was the one who encouraged me to sunbathe topless on a Mexican beach years ago. I went along with his desire then, only because we could go to a part of the beach that was at least a hundred yards away from anyone else. Even so, I was aware that I could see those people a hundred yards away, and I could tell which of the women among them was topless. Which meant that they could see me and know I was topless.

This calendar posing would be another matter, though. No hundred yards away, and no stranger I'd never see again. Ed kept talking to me, calming my worries and stroking my ego. As he did so, he was stroking my breasts and undressing me. With my clothes off, my body really did feel beautiful in his hands. All the time we made love that night, he kept touching me and repeating, "This is going to look so lovely in the picture." I enjoyed the feeling and didn't argue.

His permission and encouragement nudged me another step toward that barrier.

The day finally arrived. I saw right away that it would be sunny and warm all day, so I knew I would not be avoiding Jim's camera. Kathy had told all of us before not to wear underwear because of the lines left by the elastic, so rather than put on any panties, I put a lacy pair in my purse.

We closed the garden for the day, posting a sign about an in-service day. When I arrived at the office, Kathy took one look at me and said, "Peg, what's with the bra? Don't you remember what I said about lines from the elastic?"

"What's the difference? I'm not wearing panties, so I won't have lines there."

"What about across your back? You think that won't show up? Go in the ladies room and get rid of it. Hopefully, the lines will disappear quickly."

I did what she said, but I didn't understand why it mattered. Ten minutes later, I understood.

Kathy offered to go first since it was her husband doing the shooting. He had her describe some of her duties in the office and then set up a shot. With him behind her, Kathy stood at her desk and picked up the phone, as if taking a call.

I expected her to raise her dress. Now I realize how silly such a pose would have appeared, but I had never given the poses much thought. So when Kathy undid a few buttons and pushed her dress off her shoulders, allowing it to drop from her completely and leaving her fully nude, I gasped. I gasped because I did not see Kathy there in the nude so much as I suddenly saw myself.

Kathy's body did not resemble mine. That's not what I mean. Her body was fit, her breasts were small and conically shape, capped by large, dark nipples, and her pubic hair was dense. Such a description would not fit me in every particular, but I still could not erase the image of myself, nude, standing in front of the camera.

I had not moved from where I stood, but in my imagination, I had come right up to the barrier.

My reverie was interrupted by them setting up for a second picture. In this shot, Kathy stood by the file cabinet and opened a file drawer. Jim set up his camera behind and to the side of her. I could see that the side of her breast and one nipple clearly stuck out visibly in the shot. So I understood why my bra was supposed be left off, and I understood how the second picture would differ from the first.

Since Jim was her husband, Kathy did not mind that he took other pictures of her that showed her body from the front. In fact, she willingly struck a pose for him a few times, and he always said, "That one can be for my private album."

When Christine posed next, she removed her wrap-around dress before discussing her poses. She was a little shorter, which made her round breasts appear larger, an effect also helped by the fact that her nipples were as small as shirt buttons. Her pubic bush was as dark as Kathy's, but trimmed into a small strip of hair. From behind, Jim took a picture of her setting out brochures on a table, and then from behind and beside her, he photographed her in front of a screen with a slide of a rose projected on it, as if she were delivering a lecture to an audience in the nude. Despite the smallness of her nipples, she was excited enough that one nipple was seen in the photo.

Jim was about to pick up his gear for another set-up when Christine asked him to take some shots for her husband's private album too.

Aware of my potentially marked back, Jim next went outside for shots of Danielle. She and Debbie always looked like sisters to me, so slender and cute. Danielle's body was indeed thin, but gracefully feminine. She knelt on the grass before a climbing rose bush, as if trimming it, and Jim knelt behind her to photograph her lithe back and bottom.

Then she leaned forward on one hand, continuing to examine the rose bush, and Jim got a picture from the side that showed how delicately thin her body was. Her breasts were small, and pointing down like that, her nipple clearly matched the pink of the rose, a quality captured by the second photo. Jim had been taking multiple shots of each pose in order to ensure a good one from the bunch. As he continued shooting, Danielle had him shoot one of her on her hands and knees from directly behind, offering a glimpse of hair between her legs, and then she turned over gradually until he was getting a clear view of both breasts and her wispy pubic hair as she rested on the grass. She did not have to specify that some shots were for her husband.

Debbie, already nude while Danielle was still posing, was not as similar to Danielle as I imagined. Her breasts were much smaller, almost flat, and her body had a leaner, harder look. She also had a sunburst tattoo over her bottom, a rose tattoo near her left nipple, and no pubic hair at all. Her pictures were set next to a little fountain in one corner of the garden. For her boyfriend's private album, she sat on the ledge of the fountain with one leg stretched out in front of her and the other foot set on the fountain's edge so she could rest her chin on her knee. Her smooth vagina and labia were plainly visible.

Caitlin's photos were another kind of highlight. With her untamed red hair and fair skin, she looked like a fairy goddess in the garden. She played this character in her poses by wrapping her arms around the tall oak in the garden, providing a stunningly beautiful contrast between her pale body and the deep brown of the bark. For her second pose, she remained pressed against the tree from the waist down, and leaned back to look up exultingly into the tree's canopy, allowing her red hair to fall loosely and exposing one breast with its large pink nipple.

Facing Jim for other poses, she made no effort to hide her red pubic hair, and she even made sure Jim caught her in a slanting light that would make it glow and reveal the details of her vulva beneath.

All the while, I had been taken by the confidence they all showed and the enjoyment they were finding in posing nude for Jim. I was so focused on their poses that I had not given any thought to Jim and his reactions to such lovely bodies. As my turn could not be put off longer, though, my mind turned to this consideration. I was not thinking about confidence in my body or frankness in my poses, I was thinking about Jim getting to see all of me in the nude.

With no escape, however, we returned to the office. The others followed, and only then did I realize that no one had dressed again after posing. A brief discussion provided some ideas, and Jim suggested I stand by the window behind my desk, overlooking the garden. I did so, and my mind wandered as I gazed outside. Kathy cleared her throat loudly enough to recall me to the moment. My hands were shaking, and I had a little trouble with the zipper on my dress. No one came forward to help, and I struggled with it for several seconds. The sound of the zipper finally broke the silence, drawing even more attention to how the others were holding their breath, watching me.

Slowly, I pulled the straps of the dress off my shoulders, shrugged my arms out of it, and hesitated. My heavy breasts were out, but I was turned away from them. Regaining my resolve, I let go of the dress with one hand so that it would drop enough for me to step out of it. My naked backside was on display, and when I bent to pull the dress from around my ankle, I knew one breast had to be clearly visible also. I tossed my dress aside and stood up straight. I had done it. I was nude in front of them.

No doubt now. I had actually crossed the barrier.

"Relax," Jim advised, and I heard his camera. After a few shots, he said, "Okay, turn a little sideways."

I did as he asked. My arms were folded across my stomach, supporting my breasts. From the side, not only would one breast be easy to see, my excited nipple would also be evident.

"Do you want some shots for Ed?" I guess I wasn't moving, so Jim had to ask me the question, almost startling me.

"Yes, he'd like that." I stammered a bit, but I meant it.

"Here by the desk? How do you want to pose?"

Without thinking, I turned to face all of them and came to the edge of my desk. Of course, they all got a glimpse of my dense pubic bush, but I was more self-conscious of displaying my large breasts to them. I leaned slightly, resting my hands on the desk and looked up at Jim. He was staring at my breasts, but also taking quick glances between my legs to see my pubic hair. The pose, however, emphasized my breasts in a way that he could not ignore. If Debbie's breasts were like raisins, and Danielle's like kiwi, and Caitlin's like apples, mine were like cantaloupes. He took the picture.

Then Jim suggested I stand up straighter. I knew he was asking me to expose my vagina more plainly, not turned away or hidden in shadow. My heart was racing as I straightened up and pulled back my shoulders, displaying my breasts proudly and letting my dark pubic hair be my only covering.

Once we were done with my main poses, we all returned outside for the filler pictures. One by one, starting with Kathy, my five colleagues slipped on their chosen pair of panties, none of which provided real modesty, and stood in the daylight while Jim moved in closely to frame a shot of just their bottoms. And one by one, they removed the panties so that Jim could shoot a similar close-up of their bare bottoms. And one by one, because Kathy agreed to it first and thus set the pattern, they agreed to turn around, and let Jim shoot a close-up of their breasts and vaginas for those private albums.

Of course, my turn came, and I posed with my panties on and with my panties off, and then I was caught in that nervous moment when Jim asked if I wanted to turn around. Recovering from my momentary reluctance, I turned around and tried to act calm and collected. From so close, I knew that my breasts would fill the frame, and that in the other picture, my pubic hair, no matter how thick, would not hide much, that the cleft of my vagina would be evident. But I knew also that Ed would love the picture.

And that I had left the barrier far behind me now.

Before we quit for the day, Jim had the six of us link arms and pose with our backs to his camera, and on our own, we turned to face him for one more shot, different in size and shape, but together in our nudity.

When the calendar came out, it sold as well as expected. Fortunately, the first review was written by a reporter whose sympathies and open-minded attitude supported our efforts, and her judgment that the calendar was lovely and tasteful set the tone for the community's reaction. Some, of course, objected, but I was surprised to hear praise from more people than I anticipated. One woman, only an acquaintance who served on the PTA with her conservative husband, told me with a sly smile, "I hope this doesn't give the PTA any ideas."

The six of us celebrated the calendar's release with our men at a party Ed and I hosted, and that occasion was the first time we also saw the "private calendars" Jim printed himself. The front and back covers were the photographs of all of us together. Inside, the larger pictures for each month included two of the extra poses by each of us, in my case, the shot of me with my breasts hanging down over my desk and the shot of me standing proudly with everything on display. The filler pictures for those pages were the close-ups of bare breasts and vaginas.

I was surprised once more because I thought my pictures would be for Ed alone. No one else objected, though. All the men noted that Jim shouldn't be the only to have had all the fun. As for Ed, he obviously was happy to see pictures of the other women, but I know he meant it when he told me that he didn't mind that the other men had pictures of my body to enjoy. Of course, I knew Jim had gotten to see me already, but he was a friend as well as a colleague's husband, and he acted like a gentleman the whole time. The other men, however, I knew only because I'd met them just a few times, and it felt strange to know they had these pictures of me.




Fundraising: The Bottoms



Ed was reassuring. "You look even better than I imagined you would. Your body is the prettiest to me, but what I really love is seeing the way you hold yourself in these pictures. You just look so damn beautiful and sexy, I'm proud to have the other guys know what I've known forever."

The whole endeavor took time and effort other than the anxious day of posing, and when it was all over, Ed and I accepted an invitation to join Kathy and Jim at their lakeside cabin for a weekend before summer ended. We had socialized with them on many occasions, although we had never spent whole days together, let alone a couple days and nights. I looked forward to relaxing, and I wanted the visit to be fun. In the back of my mind, though, I was also thinking I wanted to get through the weekend without feeling too self-conscious about being around another man who had such intimate knowledge of my body.

Ed and I arrived in the middle of the afternoon, and our plans were to drive into a nearby town for dinner that evening. Taking the quick tour of their place right after we got there, I saw the cabin had two rooms, a bedroom and a larger, open room that served as a kitchen and living room. Going out the sliding glass door, I noticed the outdoor shower on the deck that overlooked the lake. Their lot was surrounded by woods, and the frontage on the lake was isolated in a little cove. Nevertheless, the shower was protected by one wall and would be visible only to someone seated on the deck. I suppose I assumed it was for rinsing off before going inside.

Getting ready for dinner, however, I was cleaning up a bit in the bathroom and noticed that it was only a half-bath. No tub or shower.

I said nothing, and we went out to eat and enjoyed ourselves. The calendar did not come up in our conversation, and our husbands were not looking at Kathy and me as if they could "see" us in our calendar poses. The evening did not, however, end without some challenge to my normal sense of modesty.

Back at the cabin, it seemed like everyone was going to turn in early, so we started getting ready for bed. Kathy and Jim would be in their room, of course, and Ed and I would be on the sofa bed in the other room. Ed had stripped down to his navy-blue briefs while I put a sheer white nightie on over my lacy panties. Just as we were about to lie down, Kathy put her head out of the door and asked, "Anyone up for a glass of wine or a cup of coffee?"

She stepped out as she asked, letting us see her baby-doll outfit, a sheer top over g-string panties. When Ed reached for his jeans, she told him, "Oh, quit acting so shy. If Peg and I can be in that calendar, you guys can sit around in underpants that covers as much as a swimsuit would." And, in fact, Jim had come out of the room in his briefs, smaller in size and lighter in blue. It was easy to see the shape of his penis in them, and I was embarrassed at first, and then even more embarrassed when I noticed the way he was looking at me, no doubt admiring the sight of my breasts through my gown. I was glad I hadn't removed my panties before they came out.

By this time, Kathy had walked past us to the kitchen area, so Ed saw her nipples bouncing under her sheer top and her bottom that was bared completely with her string hidden between her cheeks. Her casual demeanor, along with the fact that Jim had already seen me without clothes, helped me decide to act nonchalant as we had our drinks and talked some more. If our husbands were enjoying our see-through tops, Kathy and I were able to see the longer shapes held within their pants.

When we finally did go to bed, I looked at Ed and asked, "Well?"

He had no regrets or jealousy. "You both looked radiant sitting there. It was so beautiful the way Kathy and you sat up or moved around. You both could've taken the tops off and just sat there in your panties for all that they covered. And Kathy is pretty, but those breasts of yours, I think I love 'em even more when Jim can see them."

We cuddled in the bed. Ed's hands were pushing my gown up and running all over my breasts. He'd taken his pants off because he usually sleeps nude, and I was feeling his erection, so I knew how excited he was. Even so, we didn't make love then because we couldn't be sure whether Kathy or Jim might come out to use the bathroom. I still had some modesty regarding ways I did not want to be seen.

As far as I know, neither one of them came out until morning, and even then I didn't hear them. When I woke up, I noticed the sound of voices outside on the deck. I could tell it was Kathy and Jim, trying to be quiet, but then the shower started, and that sound would have woken us if we weren't already up. I got up as Ed stirred, and I noticed the sheet was off of him, exposing his body, but I couldn't be certain I had not moved the sheet when I got up. Which means I couldn't be certain that Kathy and Jim had not seen him when they went by on their way out.

Ed picked his pants up from beside the bed and slipped them on. We didn't have robes, and neither of us felt like getting dressed immediately, so we stepped out on the deck in the little clothing we slept in. We did not have to worry about being overdressed. Looking to our right as we came out, we saw our hosts in the shower together. Even though both of us had seen Kathy's body, it looked even prettier and sexier with water cascading over her slender figure. To me, the more notable sight was Jim's body. Fit without being muscled, he had a smooth chest, a tight bottom, and semi-erect penis that swung back and forth in a way that drew my eyes to it.

Kathy, whose back was to us at first, saw us and put one arm over her breasts and her other hand over her vagina before turning our way and calling, "Good morning, hope we didn't wake you before you wanted to get up. You don't mind our using the shower, do you? It's sort of a morning ritual for us."

"No problem," Ed replied, and as he sat in a chair and kept watching, I noticed his pants were stretched a bit more.

Jim, who had never turned to hide his nudity, resumed washing Kathy, and she soaped him all over as well. Because of all the water, suds, and movement, I couldn't be certain, yet when they finally stepped out to dry off, I could see that Kathy had shaved off her pubic hair.

"You noticed, huh? After taking those pictures and seeing so many pretty women, Jim had some new turn-ons. Well, I couldn't be a redhead like Caitlin, and I sure couldn't grow breasts like yours, Peg, so I decided that I could let Jim shave me like Debbie if he wanted. And, believe me, he wanted."

They dried themselves and then sat on their towels. I noticed then that neither had any clothes there to put on, and it occurred to me that they must have been nude when they went past our bed before.

Jim said, "The morning sun is a great time to sit out naked, but we'll go inside if you two want to use the shower in private."

Ed got up, saying, "I think we're all getting to feel easy enough around each other." He pulled his briefs down and let Kathy see his erection. I was stunned by the sudden agreement that we could all be nude together, so I was slow to get up. Ed reached for my hand to steady me and then leaned close to whisper in my ear, "Care to join me in the shower, beautiful?"

He had loosened a ribbon that held my neckline closed a bit, and I reached for the hem of the short nightie and slowly raised it over my head and dropped it on my chair. I know my large breasts were not really hidden by the gown, but having them out in the sun for Jim to see again still felt odd and exciting at the same time. Jim was smiling at me, and so was Kathy. I looked at Jim's penis, which had grown fully erect, and I liked the idea that Kathy could see Ed's erection too and be pleased by it.

I suppose I was in somewhat of a daze and wasn't moving fast enough, so it was a little shocking to feel Ed's hands on my hips, grabbing my lacy panties by the waistband and quickly bringing them down my legs. With him at my feet waiting for me to step out of my panties, I couldn't turn to hide my hairy vagina from Jim's view, and brought out of my daze, I nearly stumbled before steadying myself again and letting Jim take in the sight of my nudity.

Unable to hide anywhere, I stepped into the shower with Ed. I more or less followed his lead in there, letting him turn me to wash or rinse me, taking the soap to wash him too, and trying not to look at our audience, but knowing they were watching intently all the time. I hesitated before soaping up his penis and then went ahead and did it. Ed showed no hesitation with me, and I was well aware of how he had me facing Jim as he stood behind me and ran his sudsy hands over my breasts, as if he was offering them to Jim for his enjoyment.

Once we were dried, we went inside to get breakfast. Kathy and Jim never went towards their room to get any clothes, so we all remained nude without discussing it. By the time we were finished and the dishes we cleaned, it was late morning and time to head for the lake for the afternoon until we would go out for dinner again that evening. Again, there was no discussion, and I found myself walking through the woods nude with Kathy in front of our husbands down to their secluded beach.

They carefully showed us how we could wade out on a rock ledge and how the ledge stopped and gave way to a suddenly deeper pool, and they told us where a couple of rocks were near the surface further out from the ledge. Mostly, though, we just swam. The water felt wonderful, and I had to admit that swimming nude was a special sensation. Ed swam to one of the rocks, got out, and stood there, looking as if he were standing on water. He then helped me up onto it with him. Kathy and Jim were below us in the water, and I knew what we must have looked like to them. Jim said, "That would make a great picture." He didn't have his camera, and I think even I felt a little disappointed because I liked the idea of the picture too.

We had packed a lunch and stayed there through most of the afternoon. I had become more casual and did not worry if my legs were not closed all the time.

Around 3 PM, Kathy said, "Why don't you two enjoy the spot a little more while Jim and I go get cleaned up for dinner tonight."

When they were out of sight, Ed pushed me down on my towel and started kissing my face, lips, and breasts. I wanted to make love as much as he did, but I wasn't comfortable outside like that. Given his excitement, though, I knew a quick compromise would be for me to take his lovely erection into my mouth and let him come within moments. First, I guided him away from the water's edge to what felt more secluded to me. Then, with him standing, I knelt before him, stroked his erection briefly, and put it in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it as he pushed it in and out, slowly at first, but soon very furiously. As I expected, I tasted his seed after only a couple of minutes. We giggled at ourselves, and I was glad to have given him so much pleasure.

Approaching the cabin, we stopped when we saw that Kathy and Jim on the deck. At first, I figured they were not finished showering, but a closer look revealed more. She was kneeling in front of Jim and sucking his penis. The pace of his movements matched Ed's from before, and Ed must have had the same thought that struck me. "They're putting on a show for us, giving us an instant replay of how you sucked me."

"You mean they must have seen us?"

"I'm almost positive. Look," and he pointed to them as Kathy was licking Jim's penis to clean it after he had just come in her mouth. "She's licking him exactly like you did me."

We lingered in the trees a moment before coming up to the deck. They were seated, waiting for us. "Maybe we'll be late for dinner," Kathy said. "After that show, I need a bit of satisfaction myself."

With that, she opened her legs wide and had Jim kneel on a cushion in front of her chair. "Peg, why don't you take the chair next to me? We watched you, and you watched us, but I think the guys had the most fun. Now it's out turn, and we can be more comfortable on the cushions too."

Jim had started to lick her open labia, making her close her eyes briefly and let out a sigh. Ed nudged me from behind. Could I cross another barrier, I wondered. The answer came soon in the form of me sitting next to Kathy and, with Jim pausing to look, scooting forward on the chair and opening my legs as wide as I could. Jim resumed his attention to Kathy while Ed touched me gently, pushed a finger into my wet vagina, and then leaned in to lick and stroke my sex. We were not as fast as our husbands, but Kathy and I shuttered in orgasms quickly enough. And then we all giggled again.

After showers and after dinner, we found ourselves back at the cabin. This time when we headed to bed, everyone was nude and everyone was really tired from the full day. We did not stay up, and all slept soundly.

In the morning, we all rose about the same time and found ourselves on the deck together. Kathy said, "No sense in taking turns. We can all fit in the shower together."

So then we were in the shower together. I was washing Ed's back, and Kathy was doing the same for Jim, but only I was getting lightly poked in the back by Jim's erection. I turned and looked down at it.

Kathy noticed and said, "Go ahead, I washed this guy plenty of times and can find something else to do." With that, she stepped toward Ed and began soaping his chest and stomach.

As so often lately, nothing was discussed, but I found myself going along beyond my supposed limits. As soon as I reached for Jim's penis and began to wash it, the others felt allowed to let their hands roam. Ed ran his hands over Kathy's breasts while she studied his penis in her hands. He then let one hand wander between her legs, eliciting a contented sigh from her.

In the meantime, Jim was rubbing and holding my breasts, pushing them together, holding one up, then the other, letting them drop. He couldn't get enough of them, I thought, and I felt a nice tingling as he played with them. That sensation rose into an unexpected orgasm when he ran one hand down my stomach and over my vagina. Pushing a finger into me while his other hand continued to play with my breasts, he soon had me on the edge, and I felt myself go over in moments.

Next to us, Kathy was stroking Ed's penis, and Ed was looking right at me as I enjoyed the way Jim was stimulating my nipples and vagina. Almost as soon as I went limp in the knees with my orgasm, Ed was shooting strings of semen that Kathy kept squeezing from his erection.

We regained our senses then and all giggled at what we had done. Jim and I stepped out of the shower, and I let him dry me before I took a towel and returned the favor. Likewise, Kathy and Ed helped each other get dry, and we sat down to rest.

Ed eventually spoke up. "You two haven't been treated to orgasms yet. Anything we can do to help?"

Kathy did not speak, but opened her legs and held out her arms to invite Ed over to her. He threw a cushion on the deck and knelt between her outstretched legs, leaning forward to take her nipples into his mouth. While she enjoyed having her little breasts lavished with attention, she was also encouraging him to move down. Ed got the hint and was soon running his tongue over her smooth pubis and inside her moist vagina. Tickling her clitoris with one hand and holding her bottom to push her firmly up against his mouth, he soon had her screaming in delight.

That left Jim, and I knew that meant I had to please him somehow. Looking his way, he asked, "Can't you guess what I want?"

I got up, tossed a couple of cushions on the deck and lay down. I opened my legs widely apart, but I also pushed my breasts together and looked up at Jim. "I think your penis might like one of these places."

We all knew that I wasn't offering to let him put his penis in my vagina, just as Ed understood that Kathy really wanted his tongue to get her off. Even if he had the choice, however, I think Jim would have still straddled my stomach and pushed his erection between my breasts. I helped him hold it there as he began to move back and forth, and I leaned my face forward to lick the bulging purple head of his penis as it moved up my chest.

He settled into a steady rhythm, loving the feeling and not wanting it to end. I was enjoying the strange sensations too, but when I reached around with one hand to tickle his testicles, his pace quickened. Within moments, his semen shot forward as he pushed through my breasts, hitting my face and then smearing my chest. I pushed my breasts together again to squeeze his penis more, and then took his erection in my hand before it could wilt completely and ran the moist head over each of my nipples.

We were supposed to leave for home that morning, and it was difficult to get up and get back in the shower. Running late, Ed and I finally got cleaned up and dressed. Kathy and Jim never dressed after showering and were still nude when they saw us off in front of the cabin. I turned to look at them as we drove away, and I saw not just their nude bodies. I saw mine there too. And I liked what it looked like.



Fundraising: The Sorority Event



Right from the start, I want to say I think any man in a relationship has, among other fantasies, the desire to have other men see his wife or girlfriend nude. I don't know where this comes from, but I think it applies to all guys.

My guy, my husband, Ian, is a college professor, has all the right political opinions, would never discriminate against a woman or a minority, and he is no exception to this rule.

We have been at this college in the Midwest for a couple years, and one of Ian's colleagues and his wife have been especially helpful as we are fitting in to this new place. Graham and Alice are in their 30s, about six years older than us. Graham already has tenure, and he is doing all he can to make sure Ian will pass his reviews when the time comes. Alice, who is an assistant to the Dean of Admissions, got me a job in that office.

Age and job security aside, they are like us in education and outlook. And I know that Graham is no exception to the rule either.

We moved here over one summer before the autumn term began, and whenever we could take a break from setting up house, we were often out with Graham and Alice. Dinners, movies, a party or two hosted by other faculty members or administrators, so we saw them a lot.

During our second year, though, we even started to get together for some afternoons. We'd go to the college's pool or drive out to a nearby lake for a picnic and swimming. And it was during these times that the fantasies became clear.

I remember we were at the pool when Graham first mentioned the stories going around about the Honors House dorm.

"Ian, you have any honors students in your classes?"

"That Janet from fall semester was in the program. She was one of the best kids in my first class here, so I'll remember her for a long time. Her boyfriend, Carter, was pretty sharp too."

"They ever say anything about the dorm?"

"No, but why would that come up in a Comp Lit class?"

"Maybe not in class, but one of them could have said something during a conference in the office."

Alice jumped into the conversation. "Oh, Graham, get to the point." Turning to Ian, she went on, "He wants to know if this Janet ever told you she was a nudist. Some whispers have come our way that the whole dorm is nudist."

Ian had no idea about this rumor. "I certainly would have remembered that if it were mentioned."

Alice said, "Actually, I think Graham may be more curious about the boyfriend." She quickly explained, "Not what he looks like nude, but what he thinks of all his dormmates seeing his girlfriend that way."

I was a bit surprised by her statement and blurted out a question before thinking about it. "What makes you say that?"

"We met while in college down at UT in Austin. He used to like to take me out to Hippy Hollow, and I soon realized that he never insisted that we find some spot private. We were always kind of close to other people, mostly guys."

I didn't know the place, so I wondered, "So? What's the deal about this Hippy Hollow?"

"It's the local swimming hole. You know, for skinny dipping."

Embarrassed that I had asked so much, I didn't ask more. The conversation moved on to other subjects then, but a week or two later, we were by the lake, and the subject came up again.

At the college pool, Alice and I had worn one-piece suits since we felt like we should act more like adults in charge around the students. At the lake, there were students, but a mix of families and lots of other types. Alice had checked with me in advance, so I was prepared to see her in a skimpy bikini. My own bikini was just as small, but my tiny breasts could not be squeezed together in a show of cleavage like hers.

As I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts to show my bikini, I said to Alice, "I think the husbands approve of our swimwear."

Alice replied, "I know Graham likes my suit. Ever since he heard about that nudist dorm, he's been teasing me about any low-cut blouses or short hemlines."

"I'm not teasing. I'd call it encouraging you. I'm just trying not to be selfish," Graham said. "And besides, you used to be okay with baring all at Hippy Hollow. 'Look but don't touch' is a law that we can all live with. What do you say, Ian?"

"I'd let it up to the woman. If she wants to show some skin and no trouble ensues, who am I to tell her how to dress."

"I'd like to remind my husband that I'm not as young as I used to be," Alice said. "And, Ian, what if she's your woman? That woman you're talking about sounds rather general and anonymous. You say you have no place to tell her how to dress, but what about Vivian? Do you encourage her to show some skin that other men will see?"

Naturally, I was interested in his answer. I had not consulted him about my suit, but I had felt an unspoken nod from him about it. At the very least, he never told me I shouldn't wear it in front of Graham.

"Well, not exactly. I have never told Viv to dress provocatively to see what other men would do. That said, I have to admit to three propositions. First, looking at Viv, dressed or not, is always a pleasure for me. Second, looking, and I mean just looking, at other attractive women, dressed or not, is also a pleasure for me. And third, seeing other men give my Viv an admiring glance gives me pleasure."

"Well said," Graham announced, "but you didn't say about Viv whether 'dressed or not' was a choice."

"As far as I know, it would always be dressed." Ian and Graham were both looking at me, and I was very conscious of how tiny my suit was. "Or dressed if the bare essentials count as dressed," he added, and we all laughed.

Alice lifted her beer. "Here's to bare essentials!"

We all joined the toast, and then Graham offered another. "Here's to bare!" We all joined in again, although I may have been blushing this time.

As luck would have it, a young couple walked by, and she was wearing a thong bottom. Alice spoke up first, "Great, now Graham will have another idea for me."

He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "My dear," he said, "I may be a bit older too, but I can still remember Austin, so I don't need ideas from any of the girls around here. Nevertheless, if swimsuits are required, that one is a nice idea."

Ian turned to me and said, "It's a nice idea alright."

"Oh, really?" I said. "You want me to get one like that and wear it here with our friends?"

"Just an idea, and it's easier than transferring to Austin," he replied, and he kissed me.

That afternoon, I noticed that Alice often leaned over in such a way as to allow anyone to see down her top. Her nipples were not visible, her breasts were too large for that, but you could see all the way down between them. I know Ian took notice, and I know Graham took notice of both Alice and Ian.

I did not have the nerve to make some similar show. One time, though, standing next to me while I sat cross-legged on the blanket, Ian leaned down and whispered to me, "When you rest your arms on your knees like that, your top gapes enough to let me see your nipples."

I straightened up and looked around. Graham seemed otherwise occupied with Alice, and Ian said later that he hadn't noticed whether Graham had seen into my top.

Ian was smiling broadly, though, and that smile told me a lot. So when we went to the lake a week later, if my bikini bottom slipped a little after I had been in the water, I was in no hurry to adjust it. And when we four sat around on the blanket, I made sure that I occasionally leaned forward a bit and rested my elbows on my knees. Ian could see one of my nipples, Graham could see the other, and Ian could see Graham looking. I knew it was a compromise. I could tell myself that I remained dressed appropriately for the beach, and I could allow seemingly accidental thrills for Ian.

As for Alice, she must have known what the guys were doing. I guess she wasn't upset, because when Graham was putting suntan lotion on her back, he reminded her of the idea to get a thong and pulled her bikini up so that it almost disappeared between the cheeks of her bottom. She laughed, let him put lotion on the pale skin, and didn't touch the suit, as if daring Graham to see who would back down from the game first.

If I had shown more reticence then, maybe Alice would not have involved me in the sorority's fundraiser.

By that second academic year, Ian had a book sent out to a publisher and seemed assured of getting his tenure. I had all the more reason to find ways to fit into the community. Because the college here is so small, faculty sponsors for many of the student clubs and organizations are difficult to find. Alice had been in a sorority in her university days, so she volunteered as a sponsor for one of the sororities here, and she asked me to help out. The girls, all upperclassmen, didn't have a house for themselves, so meetings could be in any room on campus. Any bigger event took place somewhere off campus. At first, I found going to the occasional meetings pretty easy. The fundraiser would be different.

They wanted to raise money toward restoring some nearby property for a public park. It wasn't that big of a project, so even a thousand dollars would be a good outcome. The girls were not thinking that modestly, though. I suppose the stories about the Honors House had some influence on the girls' decision regarding the best way to raise money, wrestling in their underwear. Because the idea came up in the context of the nude activities at the Honors House, no one seemed to think it was that outrageous. No one thought such an event would be disallowed, so I said that such a show might make money, but would attract an unruly crowd that should make us think twice. The answer, the clincher of an argument, was the general consensus that their boyfriends would very willingly pay a couple hundred dollars each to see such a show. The crowd would be very manageable, and we'd still rake in lots of money.

Alice raised no objection, so I said nothing more. Our part in the event would be simply to act as, odd as it may sound, chaperones, although Alice also suggested that I could be the referee for the wrestling matches. Everyone liked that idea. Other ideas followed in the days to come, but I wasn't present to hear them, much less to object.

Only as the night for fundraiser drew nearer did I learn more details. For one, the girls would wrestle in a kiddie pool, and there would be enough dirt added to the water so that they could advertise it as mud wrestling. More surprising to me, Alice and I were to dress like the girls. In other words, I was expected to be in my underwear in front of an audience of young men.

Alice gave me the usual encouraging words. She said, "With your slim body, those girls have nothing over you," and "It will be just like wearing a swimsuit. In fact, it will probably show less than your swimsuit."

How well I knew that to be true, but I was still uneasy. Ian would be there too, but so would Graham. Ian gave me similar encouragement, telling how pretty I am and how all the other girls would probably distract the boys anyway.

I asked him, "Do you want to come because of all those other girls?"

"I admit that I will look at them. Honestly, however, I think I'll be more interested in looking at Alice and, even more, at you."

With no one telling me to stop, I made plans to go. The girls, I knew, would be wearing their sexiest bras and panties, the push-up styles and thongs. I didn't know what Alice would do. As for myself, I settled on simple things, a plain white cotton string bikini and a plain white cotton camisole top. The top would show how small my breasts were without letting everyone see too much of them.

One of the girls had a father who built condos in the area, and without telling him too much, she persuaded him to let us use a vacant condo in a new development. The little pool was set up in the basement. A tumbling mat was put down first so that there was a surface beneath the pool that was softer than the concrete floor, and the basement had a drain in the floor so clean-up would be easier.

Everything was prepared well, then, which is not to say that everything went as I expected.

The dozen boys did pay up, $200 apiece, to attend. They got more than their money's worth.

That October night was unseasonably cool. As I figured, the girls nevertheless looked predictably sexy in their scanty attire. Breast sizes varied, but all seemed rounder and perkier in the underwire bras. The only ones who did not wear matching thongs wore matching g-strings instead. Ian and Graham immediately appreciated the sight of plentiful curves and cleavage, both top and bottom.

When Alice and I removed our dresses, they appreciated even more. The boys did indeed keep their attention on the girls more, but Graham beamed when he saw me. My nipples were poking out obviously as he patted me on the back and said, "Here's to bare essentials."

Ian's reaction to Alice was speechless. She wore a black lace and satin bra and panty set. The bra was see-through enough to show the color of her nipples, and, as we could see when she spun around for us, the back of her panties were completely diaphanous.  Since Ian seemed unable to speak, Graham toasted Alice's appearance too, "Here's to even barer essentials."

For a short time, we mingled before the evening's events began. I felt uneasy and embarrassed around so many boys, and seeing a boy I recognized didn't help. Seth, a work-study student in the office with Alice and me, came over to talk. He seemed uneasy too, not knowing where to look and saying only, "Hi, Vivian. Thanks for helping with this." I was glad that my cami-top provided some coverage, but with Seth right there, my panties felt really small. Even so, I thought it was funny that he was blushing more than me.

Ian recognized two students from classes he had taught only a couple months earlier in the summer term. Sharon, an aspiring poet and free spirit, struck a pose for him and asked, "Do I get an A"?

She called LiLi over, one of her classmates in Ian's class. Lili was third-generation Chinese-American, and while she may have talked like a regular college girl, she retained enough Asian shyness to feel awkward in front of Ian then. Under the circumstances, all she could do was giggle.

Then Alice got things going, calling for the first contestants to step forward. The boys gathered around the little pool, sitting on the floor. Ian and Graham stood off to the side a bit, their view of the proceedings unobstructed.

Lili and Eryn stepped into the pool. Both slim and petite, they were paired as nearest to each other's weight. Alice gave us the instructions that would apply all night. "No biting, no kicking, and no hair pulling. Otherwise, anything goes. Viv here will declare when one of you gets pinned. Ready?"

We all nodded, and I once I said, "Go," I was up to my ankles in muddy water and still way over my head.

The two girls surprised me with the ferocity of their efforts. In an instant, they were down, splashing, pushing, grunting, and laughing. More surprising was how Eryn used an unexpected move to catch Lili off balance. She grabbed Lili's bra and yanked it, breaking the strap and baring Lili's small breasts and dime-sized dark nipples. I was surprised that Lili didn't seem more shocked. Getting her bra torn off didn't make this shy girl run for cover, nor did the loud cheering from the guys embarrass her.

On the contrary, Lili didn't take long to react in kind, grabbing for Eryn's panties. The panties didn't tear, but Lili got them down around Eryn's knees. Since they were grappling with each other, no one could see that much beside Eryn's obviously bared bottom. In fact, that bottom seemed all the more prominent as Eryn tried to press Lili onto her back. The move was working until Lili grabbed Eryn's bra and snapped it. Eryn tried to grab Lili's hand, and Lile was able to flip her. Straddling Eryn, Lili used her knees to hold the other girl's arms down. I checked Eryn's back and declared a winner.

Before letting her up, Lili reached behind her and finished yanking Eryn's panties off. Only then did she step out of the pool and off the mat to stand next to Alice. Her posture betrayed a little self-consciousness, but she still did nothing to hide her breasts. Alice was waiting for Eryn and me near the drain in the floor. She had a hose to rinse the dirt off the girls. First, though, I was to stand between them and raise the winner's hand.

My head was still spinning as I took my place between the wet and muddy girls. Wet, muddy, and nude, that is. Eryn walked behind Lili to her place, pausing to grab Lili's panties and yank them down. Some playful pushing and giggling followed, but neither tried to retrieve any clothes.

I raised Lili's hand, and Alice proceeded to use the hose to rinse both of them. The guys whooped even louder in applauding the winner and ogling the two of them. Washed off, their bodies glistened, and all could see the narrow strip of Eryn's pubic hair and the cleanly shaven vulva of Lili.

Before I could catch my breath and grasp what was happening, I was in the pool again, telling Stacie and Jenna, "Go." As short as the first pair, these two were not at all as small as Lili and Eryn otherwise. And all soon could see Jenna's generous breasts and Stacie's curvy bottom. In fact, the two of them seemed intent on stripping each other before getting down to really wrestling. Even then, neither cared that much about winning. I raised Jenna's hand in the end, and rinsed off, both of them showed off puffy labia without the covering of even a single hair.

Still in a blur, I started back toward the pool. Then some guy yelled, "Hey, she's got some mud splashed on her too."

He was referring to me, and Jenna and Stacie steered me back. As they stood beside me and held my arms, I saw Alice look back at our husbands. When I looked their way, Ian smiled and made a subtle nod to me. I turned to Alice. I didn't say anything, only stiffened myself as if anticipating the cold water from the hose. She read my acceptance and ran the hose over me.

Of course, my camisole clung to my skin and turned transparent. My nipples, previously apparent in their shape, were now evident in their size and color. Looking again at Ian, I saw his face turned toward Graham, taking in his obvious pleasure at my exposure. The cheering was for me now, although I hardly heard it.

Alice noticed Graham's stare and tried to even the exchange. "Just in case someone got a spot on me," she said, and she ran the hose over her own chest and back. Her bra and panties could hardly show more, but I appreciated the gesture. And so did Ian, I noted.

Soon enough, I was back in the pool between Sharon and Whitney. These two were both tall and athletically limber. Whitney ran track, while Sharon, pale as you would expect a poet to be, was a swimmer in her spare time. Their match proceeded like the previous one, with half-serious moves that were meant to get their clothes off before the real competition began.

Once they got into it and were rolling in the pool, I had a number of times when I thought one or the other was about to be pinned. Leaning in, I realized another consequence of my soaking. The camisole might cling to me when I was standing, but if I leaned over at all, the cotton material, heavy with wetness, draped open and hung away from my chest. Without considering the matter too much, I figured that these girls were willing to bare all, so I should be able to stick to my role as referee. I just had to pretend to forget that I was giving Graham and several of the boys ample opportunity to see my tiny breasts.

When I could finally declare Sharon the winner, I could not bear to look out into the audience, conscious of how flushed my face and chest must have been. I was also a little taken with the deep rosy color of Sharon nipples that contrasted so beautifully against her ivory skin.




Fundraising: The Sorority Event



Whitney brought me out of my daze. As I was holding Sharon's hand up in victory, Whitney, in an exaggerated tone, pretended to be upset with my call. "Don't give me that. You never saw one shoulder hit the deck, let alone two. I had her until you blew it. You should be holding my hand up." Her little act got the crowd going even more.

Feeling so exposed just then, I wasn't quick enough on my feet get into the scene by acting like a tough referee, so I just said, "Okay, if that's what you want, I can do that." And I held her hand up too.

Suddenly, Lili shouted, "Hold her like that." Before I knew it, Lili was behind me and, with my arms raised and held by Whitney and Sharon, she had no difficulty in pulling my camisole up. I felt the cool air on my nipples as my camisole caught briefly on my chin. Whitney and Sharon let go briefly enough to free it and whip it off over my arms.

The clapping and whooping that I had put in the back of my mind came roaring in, leaving me almost faint. Ian later told me my normally pinkinh nipples were a deep red. Out of the whole crowd, I could see only three people. Nearest, Seth was covering his face in mock chivalry, all the while peeking at me between his fingers. Graham was speechless this time. I could not catch his eye because he never looked up from my breasts. And Ian, of course, who looked shocked, but was smiling.

"Fair's fair," Lili said, and she moved behind Alice. Alice smiled and made no attempt to resist as her bra was loosened. She dropped it quickly, letting everyone see her that her breasts had very little sag in them. Maybe because Alice showed no resistance or embarrassment, Lili felt compelled to push her further. I saw Alice's eyes widen momentarily as Lili grabbed her panties by the waistband. Even this surprise did not throw Alice off for long, and she gracefully stepped out of her panties when Lili had them down around her feet, and she did nothing to hide her abundant pubic hair. As she did when she came in, she even turned around so everyone could see all of her.

Graham and Ian both were at a loss for words now, not that anyone could have heard them in that roar anyway. Turning away from Alice, their gaze came back to me, and I knew what they and the others were expecting, and I knew what was going to happen. The noisy shouting died down as Lili returned to me. Sharon and Whitney had released my arms. I was resigned to events and did not use my freedom to cover my breasts.

I smiled weakly at Lili and turned my back so as to allow her to finish her work. It took only a moment. I felt her hands on my hips, I felt the cotton slide over my skin, I felt the same cool air now between my legs, and I felt the intensity of the stares over my bottom and in my wispy pubic bush.

In a moment of panic, I put my hands over my vagina, dropped them to my side, and then tried to cover my sex again. Finally, seeing the faces of Ian and Graham, I relented and put my arms aside. I knew what they could see. My legs are thin, so my thighs do not come together to hide my vagina. While I didn't shave my pubic hair, I knew that, as Ian once remarked, my bush was so sparse that my vaginal slit was clearly visible from across a room.

When I managed to look, Seth no longer had his hands up over his face. Like Graham and Ian, he was frankly looking at a woman he never expected to see in the nude.

I don't know when the whooping and clapping started again. Perhaps it never stopped and I only put it out of my mind as I was being stripped. In any case, the party didn't stop. Two more girls stepped into the pool, both lost their clothes, one got pinned, and I raised the hand of the other. Everything went on as before. Except that now I was nude.

The last pair of girls, the so-called heavyweights, were actually in very good shape. Slightly thicker in their arms, waists, and thighs, the real difference between them and all the other girls was their breast size. These two had breasts that, even in their youthful firmness, swayed heavily over their stomachs. Needless to say, they were a big hit with all the guys.  As I held up the hand of one, though, I noticed that Graham kept his gaze mostly on me. Ian looked around a bit, but he too often returned his gaze to me with a broad smile.

Six matches between twelve girls were finished. If not for Alice, my vagina would have featured the most pubic hair. I was getting quite an education about the shaving habits of college women.

No one was making a move to get dressed, and I wondered what was coming next. Although the matches were done, Alice announced that we had some more losing players to bring forward. Six boys, the boyfriends of the girls who lost, stepped onto the mat. Alice called her husband to join them. "Come on up here, Graham. I lost my panties before Vivian did, so I think that puts me in the loss column."

He didn't know what to expect, and neither did I, but he came up anyway. "Girls," Alice said, "it's time to get the final payment from your guys."

I thought everyone had paid in advance. I didn't understand what Alice was really referring to, though. Each boy's girlfriend began undressing him. As if planned that way, they stopped when they had the guys stripped to their boxers or briefs. The other girls, the winners, were now part of the cheering, and the noise got suddenly louder when Eryn pulled her boyfriend's pants down.

One by one, another lovely, young erection was exposed. I was getting an education about the various sizes of the college male's penis, along with an introduction to the difference between a penis that was circumcised and one that wasn't.

With Graham. Alice put on quite a show as she slowly exposed her husband. The kids may have thought of him as middle-aged, which didn't cause them to hold back on the noise as he was bared for them. To me, his penis looked as new as all the others. I also noticed how Alice was looking at me with a smile as Graham and I gazed at each other. Seeing him nude like that made it a little easier to have him seeing me.

Once naked, the boys and Graham were led into the pool and made to sit down and get splashed. The cheering and laughing was good natured and lasted for several minutes. Then I noticed that the winning girls were going upstairs with their boyfriends. Alice was just starting to rinse off the boys with the hose. She let me do Graham, and his erection didn't shrink a bit no matter how much cold water I aimed at it.

"Why not let me finish with the rest of these guys?" Alice said. "I'll get them rinsed off and started on cleaning up this room. You should take Ian upstairs and enjoy the winners' prize." I didn't know what she meant. "I know Ian will have fun," she added.

Here in the basement, Ian was the only one remaining who still had clothes on. I took his hand and went upstairs. On the first floor, four of the couples were spread out in the unfurnished living room, two couples in one corner, two more in another, and so on. All the boys were now naked and lying on their stomachs. The prize they were enjoying was a massage given by both of the girls in their little group.

In the group of four nearest us, one boy was stretched out and waiting his turn, his head turned to watch the two girls running their hands over the other boy and before prodding him to roll over. He obliged them by rolling onto his back, allowing me to look at the largest penis I had ever seen. The girls giggled, swatted at it, and one even spoke to it, "We'll get to you later."

Because of her ponytail, I recognized this other girl as Jenna. She noticed Ian and me. "If you want more room, you might try upstairs," she said. The way her breasts swayed as she moved over the boy may have tempted Ian to linger, but he must have thought too that there was more to see. For one thing, neither of his former students were in this room.

Going up the steps, we indeed found Lili and Sharon with Seth and another boy. Seth was like the one boy downstairs, nude on his stomach, awaiting his turn. The other boy, already on his back, had his eyes closed as Lili and Sharon alternated their ministrations, tickling his scrotum, running a finger along the length of his erection, and holding it up and stroking it.

We hesitated in the doorway. Lili looked up. She had lost any self-consciousness about her nudity long ago, and she said, "Don't leave. Come on in."

Seth looked up at me and smiled sheepishly. I let myself stare at his smooth bottom, and I like the way he felt a bit embarrassed to be seen without his clothes. He was probably thinking what had occurred to me before, about how we would face each other in the office next week after seeing each other this way. My attention was soon drawn to the other boy, though. The girls were increasing the pace of their stroking, and within seconds, his penis shot several strings of semen over their hands and his stomach.

Ian had taken a seat on the floor, and I sat next to him, not really knowing what I should do. The girls had tissues to clean up after the massage, and the other boy seemed to have been so satisfied that he practically dozed off. Lili invited me to move closer. "Why don't you help us with Seth?"

Getting a subtle nod from Ian, I scooted over. Lili and Sharon were on either side of Seth, and I was positioned just above his head. On my knees, I could reach down and run my hands together over his shoulders and back, down to his waist. The other two started in on his legs, and when they began to rub his bottom, they motioned for me to scoot closer so that I could reach his bottom as well. The only sounds were occasional sighs from Seth and Sharon's lyrical humming as she moved in its rhythm.

After a few minutes, Sharon gave his bottom a playful slap and said, "Time for the other side, Seth. Let us see the rest."

Seth took a moment before he rolled over. When he did, I saw his penis come to rest on his stomach, its shiny purple head reaching just beyond his navel. He was blushing as he craned his head back to look up at me, and he saw me covering my face in false modesty and peeking through my fingers just the same.

When I resumed massaging him with the others, I got up on my knees again and stretched forward, running my hands from his shoulders, over his chest, down to his stomach. I let my fingers reach into his pubic hair without quite touching his penis. Of course, I knew that he could look up the whole time I was stretched over him and see my little breasts suspended in their pointy, conical shape, not to mention my vagina, inches over his face.

In fact, the opportunity was more than Seth could withstand, and he slyly put his hand up so that my breast would brush against it as I moved over him. He made that nipple jiggle a few times and then brought his hand back, gently petting my vagina and feeling its wetness. With my own hands on his nude body, I was in no position to scold him. Besides, I liked the way his soft touches felt.

Lili said, "Sharon and Vivian, I can do this with Seth anytime, so why don't I let you continue his massage while I get our next customer ready."

I moved around beside Seth, one hand stroking his leg, the other running over his chest and playing with his nipple, brushing it the way he did mine. At the same time, I tried to keep an eye on Ian's undressing. Lili let him remove his own shoes and socks, and then had his shirt came off quickly. She took more time with his belt and slacks. Once stripped down to his briefs, he lay on the floor as directed by Lili. He had to raise his hips a bit to let her take his pants down and off, and from my vantage, I think I was the only one to get a glimpse of his penis before it was tucked beneath him. Lili patted his bottom, "Nice."

Returning my attention to Seth, I saw that he too had watched Lili stripping Ian, but when I resumed, his eyes never wandered from my body. Sharon took one of my hands in hers and together we circled his genitals and finally ran our finger over his penis. She would grip it at its base and run her hand up its length, and my hand would follow. Over and over we played with it this way, making it seem to lengthen even more. When its shiny purple head appeared to blossom larger yet, Sharon and I took turns stroking his penis vigorously. It was in my hand when it erupted, shooting a little rope of semen several inches in the air and onto my fist.

Sharon left me to clean Seth as she joined Lili alongside Ian. Their massage of him was a replay of what the other had had experienced, long, slow strokes over his back and legs before more concentrated rubbing of his bottom. When Ian finally turned over for his two students, the only difference was that Lili shouted, "Oh my god! Teacher's penis!" Indeed, Ian's thick seven inch erection always pleased me, so I was glad to see others impressed with it too. Seth was lying on his side, watching them now.

In their excitement, Lili and Sharon did not linger on his chest and legs. Very soon, they were playing with Ian's penis, handling it lightly and roughly by turns. At one point, Lili said, "I just have to know," and she leaned over and put it in her mouth, running her tongue around the swollen head.

"Jeez, Lili," Sharon laughed.

"I couldn't help it. You want a taste?"

Sharon looked at me, and seeing only a smile, she ducked in, licking each testicle and up and down the length of his penis and flitting the end of it with her lively tongue. Ian could make only little sounds, and I was a bit surprised to notice that he looked at me as much if not more than at the nude bodies of his young students.

With his penis wet and slick, Lili and Sharon could stroke him rapidly. As he was about to come, Ian raised his hips, causing a dollop of semen to fly onto his cheek, and Lili even supported his bottom with one hand as she continued squeezing the semen out of his penis with the other.

The room was quiet except for the satiated breathing of the guys and the occasional giggle from one of the girls. Eventually, Lili got some tissues and set about cleaning up Ian. Sharon moved over to her sleepy boyfriend. I noticed that his penis had shrunken to its normal, flaccid state. Seth was sitting up, his penis no longer erect, but not so small either. Ian stood to stretch his legs, and Lili continued to wipe his thighs with a tissue.

Ian's back was to the doorway, so he did not see Alice look in. She had her dress back on, and she smiled at Ian's bare backside. Motioning me over, she handed me a digital camera. "Before anyone gets dressed, make sure to get a picture of the guys with a girl or two." 

I took the camera, and she was gone before I could ask why pictures were necessary. Lili explained, "We girls have put on quite show tonight. That's okay because it's our boyfriends and all, but in case anyone ever tries to make trouble, we have pictures of everyone here. Nothing like nude pictures to keep someone from making a big deal over someone else's nudity."

So I took a picture, full frontal, of Ian with Sharon and Lili. I stood for a photo with Seth and Sharon, and he took a picture of Lili and Sharon standing over Sharon's sleepy boyfriend.

While Ian and the other guys dressed, I headed downstairs for my dress. The place was already spotless. The boys had carried the pool out with the mud, the mat was rolled up and put in somebody's car, and the floor was mopped. And, as Alice said with a grin, they did it all before being allowed to put their clothes back on. Most of the couples were gone, although Alice and Graham remained. As I came down the steps, he had one more opportunity to look me over.

He held my dress out to me and then pulled it back a bit. "Some of the other girls are going home nude. It's your choice."

I laughed and said, "I'll leave the soaked underwear off, but it's a chilly night." He handed me the dress. I even let him zip me up, affording him a last look at my bottom. Or so I thought.

In the car with Graham and Alice, Ian and I heard that the fundraiser had cleared $3,000. "Where did the extra money come from?" I asked. "I thought we knew we were topping out at $2,400 because it was all up front."

Alice explained, "Each of the boys was told in advance to bring an extra $100. We charged the so-called winners a prize fee. From what I saw, no one objected to the fee."

Graham said, "So the winners got a massage but had to pay $100, and the losers got splashed with mud for free. Ian, I'm not sure who got the better deal here."

"I got the best deal," he replied. "A sponsor got me in for free, and I didn't have to play in the muddy water."

We all laughed at that, and I was glad that the conversation wasn't fixated on all the nudity, mine in particular.

At their house, where Ian and I had left our car, Alice said, "It's not too late yet, not even 11, so why don't you two come for a nightcap. We can celebrate the fundraising success."

Graham added, "Yes, we can raise a glass to bare essentials."

"Sounds fine with me," Ian said.

I agreed and followed them inside, but Graham's reference to "bare essentials" gave me a slight sense of unease. This evening had, I figured, more than fulfilled one of Ian's fantasies, and quite frankly, I would have enjoyed having him to myself in our bed about then.

In their living room, they had several pillows around the hearth of their large fireplace. Logs were already on the grate, and Graham soon had a nice fire burning. He dimmed the other lights, letting the room take on the warm glow of the fire. I sat on a pillow, nestled against Ian. It was a very romantic setting.

Alice brought in a tray of cheese and fruit, and Graham opened a bottle of wine. Filling our glasses, he raised his and offered his promised toast. "To the bare essentials!"

We all clinked glasses and drank. Ian then raised his glass, "And to the bare!"

Graham repeated, "To the bare!" as we all clinked glasses again and drank.

As Graham refilled our glasses, Alice said, "I don't know if I think your toast is all that heartfelt, Ian. Down in that basement, if I recall correctly, we three took off all of our clothes while you did not."

Ian started to explain about what went on upstairs. "Well, I . . . . that's not quite true. I mean, downstairs, maybe not, but up in the other room . . . ." He didn't know how to finish, and I did not tell him about Alice seeing him naked from behind.

"Yes, yes, that may be true for up in that room, Ian. I just think you owe the rest of us."

"Alice, what do you mean by owe? What can I do to settle this supposed debt?"

I was full of anticipation of what Alice would say and what the rest of the evening would hold. For some reason, I was thinking about how I had my dress on again, yet knew very well that I was naked underneath it. Her reply was what I expected, and I was halfway hoping to hear it and halfway fearing to hear it at the same time.

"It can mean only one thing, Ian. I think you should take off all of your clothes for us."

Ian was smiling, but not answering right away. The room was quiet except for the crackling of the fire.

Then Alice went on, "Or if you don't want to take off your clothes, you could let us take off your clothes for you."

He looked at me. After a moment, I said, "If you're waiting to get my permission, I would respond with three propositions. First, looking at you, clothed or unclothed, is always a pleasure. Second . . . ." I couldn't go any farther. Graham burst out laughing, and I had to laugh too.

The laughter gave Ian only a moment's pause, though, and the we all became quiet again as he considered his answer. As if to push him, Alice reached over and pulled off one of his shoes. Then she took the other and quickly had his socks off as well. Ian still said nothing.

Alice then came closer. Ian was seemingly caught between us. She rested her hand on his belt buckle and looked him in the eye.




Fundraising: The Sorority Event



Ian picked up his glass, finished his wine, and set the glass aside. "If this gets wild, I wouldn't want anything spilled or broken."

Alice had his acceptance. She started to unbuckle his belt. I pretended I didn't know where this was leading and joined in, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off his arms. Alice had his slacks down to his ankles, and he cooperated by lifting his feet so she could get them off.

I shifted onto my knees as I met Alice across Ian's middle. She lightly patted the lengthy bulge in his briefs. Together, we gripped his pants. Unlike before with Lili, he would not have the initial cover of being on his stomach. As we lowered his pants, his penis was snagged in the waistband and pulled down with it. Finally, when we pulled his pants lower enough, his penis was freed, and it sprung up, fully erect and lolling obscenely on his stomach. Alice smiled and cooed. "Long and thick. You're a lucky woman, Viv." As if to add emphasis to his nudity, Alice tossed his pants over the sofa.

Graham, looking on with a smile, raised his glass once more. "Here's to really bare!"

Ian said only, "Are we even now?"

Alice thought a moment and said, "Turn over."

He did, and Alice admired his bottom again. She didn't just look at him, though. I didn't expect it when she ran her hands over him and squeezed his bottom, but I didn't feel upset either. In fact, I joined her again and ran my hands over Ian's body also.

Ian turned toward her, asking, "Now are we even?"

Alice let her hand rest on his bottom and responded, "Let's see you on your back again."

He did as she asked quickly, and we were once more treated to the sight of his arousal. Alice looked across at me. "May I?"

It seemed long ago when Graham had said "Look, but don't touch" was a rule we could all follow. That rule was already set aside, I figured. So I told her, "I know I'm going to touch him. In fact, I know I'm going to touch his penis. If you want to, I won't stop you."

Even as I said it, I knew that, although Ian was the only one nude, his body was not the only one my answer was putting in play.

For the moment then, Alice and I were feeling Ian's body, just lightly touching his chest, arms, and legs. Maybe Alice was waiting for me, and I did not make her wait long. As promised, my hands were soon drawn to Ian's lovely penis. I was pleasantly surprised at how warm it felt in my hands. Willingly, I gave it up so Alice could feel its warmth also. Together, we let our fingers comb through his pubic hair, roll his testicles, squeeze his glans, and ply the opening at the tip of his erection.

My attention to Ian's nudity had led me to become unaware of Graham's presence. When I became aware of him again, I stiffened briefly, realizing that I had a choice to make. At the moment Ian and I accepted the invitation to come in, I felt hesitant because I did not want to make this choice. Coming in, drinking wine, helping take Ian's clothes off, and now stroking his nude body with Alice, I had accepted more. And now I knew I was going to allow the next step.

I stiffened briefly because Graham had moved behind me, and I knew he was there only when he began to gently raise my dress over my bottom. He paused as he felt me stiffen, but I turned to him in a second and smiled. Given my permission, Graham continued to raise the hem, pulling it up and folding it upon my back. He seemed to require an effort to pull his gaze from my upturned bottom and look at me, for I was still looking back at him. When our eyes met, he held my gaze as he ran his hand over my bottom and let it slip between my legs. His fingers easily separated my slick labia, and I let out a moan.

Ian squeezed my arm, and I saw that he was aware of Graham's actions. The little squeeze told me that Ian approved. So I sat back and raised my arms. Graham understood and pulled my dress all the way up and off. Like Alice did, Graham tossed my dress over the sofa, but I wasn't going to want it back now. I was nude again and highly stimulated. I settled on my back next to Ian. With the two of us nude for them, I felt the most vulnerable I had felt all evening, but also the most aroused.

Alice and Graham continued to play with our bodies, feeling us. More than once, I thought Alice had Ian at the brink of orgasm, but she squeezed him or slowed her movements in a way to keep him on that edge. Graham's hands were working similar delights on my body. At one point, Ian raised himself up to see more clearly what Graham was doing to me. Without any prodding from him or Graham, I surprised myself by opening my legs, showing our friends the details of all the folds of my labia and practically inviting Graham to unhood my clitoris and probe the inside of me with his fingers. He accepted the invitation and delighted me all the more when he bent down, licked my clitoris and pushed his tongue into me as well.

Satisfied by what he had seen, Ian relaxed on his back again and gave himself up to Alice. After several minutes of this pleasure, Ian said to Alice, "Let me know when we're even."

"I think I have to get this dress off first," she said. "Want to do the honors?"

Ian sat up and grasped the hem, pulling it up to her waist. Alice had to bend over to allow him to get it over head. When she sat up nude, Ian's hands went right to her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them apart and together. I might have been jealous of their size except that Graham, still with his mouth on my vagina, was reaching up with a free hand to play with my nipples. I was glad he was so attracted to them. 

Alice said to Ian, "You like them? Try this." And she leaned over and pushed one nipple and then the other into his face. Ian licked and sucked happily.

Not to be outdone, Graham left my vagina and stretched himself over me, pulling on my nipples with his lips. After letting one snap back out of his mouth, he looked at me and asked, "Don't you want me out of these clothes?"

I laughed and sat up. I grabbed his belt, loosened it, and tried to tear his pants and underpants off at once. He was taking off his own shirt and fell back. Untangling his clothes, I quickly had him naked from the waist down and reached for his penis. It was about as long as Ian's and more slender. At that moment, all I wanted to know was what it tasted like. Graham was just getting his shirt off when I pushed him back, moved his legs apart, and set to sucking it.

"That looks like fun," I heard Alice say. "Want to give me the treatment?" I turned to see Alice scoot up over Ian's prone body and straddle him. Her vagina was right in his face. "My bush isn't so thick that you can't find what you want there, Ian." And his face disappeared between her legs.

Graham stopped me at one point. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to finish elsewhere," he said. I knew what he meant, the logical conclusion of a fantasy that Ian could not quite speak. I scooted back on the pillows next to Ian.

Alice said, "Ian, you'll want to watch this." She moved back, knelt beside him, and stroked his penis. "We can both see this way." Without taking her eyes off me and Graham, Alice toyed with Ian's erection, licking it sometimes and other times taking it deeply in her mouth.

Ian raised himself on his elbows to watch. Graham knelt between my legs. I opened them wider and pulled my knees back, and Graham leaned forward, pressed the tip of his penis against my opening and, with slight push, easily entered me. Ian took my hand and held it. I knew he was watching, but I couldn't look at him then.

Instead, I watched Graham. His eyes roamed freely over me as he maintained a steady rhythm, using his length to pull back slowly and push in faster. His thrusts made my nipples bounce, and that's what he liked to look at the most. Graham seemed to measure the increasing pace of his movements by the ever wilder bouncing of my nipples. I could tighten my vaginal muscles and feel his penis expand, and I could feel the quivering on my chest. The two sensations sent me over the edge in a moaning orgasm. Graham sustained the piston-like motion for a few more seconds before he moaned as well and held himself tight against my sex.

Graham sat back while I lay there, unmoving. Alice popped Ian's penis out of her mouth, saying, "That was lovely to see. Let's give them something lovely to watch." She was moving up over his body and straddling him as before. This time, though, she did not bring her vagina to his face, but instead held herself over his penis. Ian raised his hips, she leaned forward, he grasped her by her bottom, and they each pushed against one another. It took a moment for them to coordinate the motion of their hips, and then it was wonderful to witness the undulation of their bodies in lustful frenzy. Alice reared her head back as she reached her orgasm, and Ian raised his head and buried it in her breasts to stifle a scream and hold onto it a bit longer.

We all rested quietly. Alice went to get damp wash cloths for everyone, and Graham refilled our glasses. No one got dressed right away. In the idle talk that followed, Alice mentioned that Lili had told her that Seth was bi. Her remark made me recall the beauty of his body and the way that he looked at Ian as well as me.

On the way home, Ian and I said little. I actually started to wonder if he was regretting the events of the evening. His desire to have other men see me in the nude may have, in the real world, led to actions that he hadn't anticipated and didn't like in retrospect. Although I could say that Ian had done much the same as I had, that argument would not matter much if he was nonetheless upset with me.

For my part, I knew that I had initially felt that such a fantasy was not my cup of tea, yet I had, in the end, done more than have a sip. Beginning perhaps with some reluctance, I had very willingly shared my nudity and then my body. Furthermore, I could say afterward that I loved it. If it was a typical male fantasy, I no longer cared.

My doubts did not last more than seconds once we were inside our door at home. Ian pulled my dress off right there in the front room and pulled me on the floor. The hallway light illuminated the room slightly, and I protested that the curtains were open.

"It's past 2 am," he said, "and I have to have you now."

"You haven't had enough?"

"I know, but all the time that I was enjoying the girls and then Alice, I was looking at you and knowing that the best was yet to come."

Our lovemaking then was intense and vocal. He spoke breathlessly about what I looked like while being stripped, and he urged me to talk to him what images stood out for me. In gasps punctuated by his feverish motions, I told him how I loved the contrast between Seth's boyish manner and his very grown-up penis, or how I loved the sensation of having my dress lifted by Graham and anticipating all that was to follow. Ian turned me over and entered me again from behind.

As we raced ahead in our passion, we could both look out the large window and see the street and a few houses. We could see no one but ourselves reflected in the glass. I wondered if he knew that I too was hoping that someone might be watching.

To me, Ian was the best. And as he promised, the best did come, and so did I.