6 comments/ 81102 views/ 6 favorites Hillary By: Ingenue_79 Thanks for choosing to read 'Hillary' and for giving me the opportunity to share my story with you. A special thanks also to everyone who has voted and left feedback on my stories in the past. Your opinions are very important to me and I appreciate and value your comments. I hope that when you finish reading 'Hillary' you'll take a few minutes to vote and leave your comments on Literotica. Everyone in this story is over eighteen but if you aren't, or if you are offended by sexually explicit material, stop reading now, close this page, and go and do something else. Ingenue xx This story is the intellectual property of the author and cannot be reproduced in whole or in part, in any form without written consent. It was the start of another working day and along with a dozen or so others I stood silently in the foyer waiting for the elevator to take me up to the fourteenth floor. At eighteen I was just out of school and a few weeks into my first fulltime job with an international merchant bank in the city. The advertisement in our weekend newspaper a few weeks before had caught my eye and, without a great deal of confidence, I'd applied for the position of 'Executive Assistant'. A few days after I sent in my résumé I was surprised to get a phone call asking me to come in for an interview and stunned when, the next day, I received an email offering me the position. Mum and Dad told me they were proud of me but, in truth, I think they were simply relieved. I'd finished year twelve but wasn't quite ready to commit to university. I felt I needed a little time to decide what I really wanted to do before taking the plunge. My parents were worried that I'd drop out and drift into some dead-end job without completing my education. I didn't understand why they would be concerned because that's not me at all - I guess parents are a bit like that. I knew I would eventually go to university but for the next year or so I was happy to try a few different things and this seemed like a good opportunity to get a taste of what it was like to have a real, fulltime job. I was pleased because it also meant the end of casual weekend work at the department store and nights at the Italian restaurant, where the owner kept hinting that I could earn a lot more if I stayed behind after work occasionally. At the interview, the job had sounded interesting and challenging and although my title was 'Executive' Assistant' and I had my own personalised business card and corporate mobile phone, I was really no more than a junior office girl. Usually my days were spent filing, taking phone calls, making appointments, organising lunch, running personal errands and making cups of organic, green tea for my boss, Hillary. It certainly wasn't what I'd expected, and after just a month in the job I realised that being Hillary's private gopher really wasn't for me. The work was mundane and boring but I liked Hillary. She was a successful career woman in her late thirties, tall and slim with short, stylish blonde hair that was cut short, just above her shoulders. Occasionally she wore it pulled back in a pony tail that gave her a sporty look and highlighted her strong, sensual features. Most of all I liked her manner which was direct and uncompromising. If I did something wrong she let me know and when I did a good job she was generous with her praise. The previous week I had organised a conference for twenty of the bank's executives and senior managers. It was a lot of work but on the day everything went well and I was proud of what I achieved. Hillary had left all of the organising to me and was very pleased with how smoothly everything went. At the end of the conference she thanked me publicly and the day after she had took me out to lunch as a reward for a job well done. For lunch she chose an expensive restaurant overlooking the river and ordered for both of us. She had Atlantic salmon with a green salad and a glass of Eden Valley Riesling. For me it was duck breast and a glass of Tasmanian Pinot Noir, both of which were fantastic. During the meal I saw a very different side of Hillary to the one she presented at work. We laughed a lot and occasionally she reached across and lightly brushed the back of my hand with the tips her long, elegant fingers, making me shiver. We talked about all sorts of things. I told her about my experience with boys, which was very limited and she told me about her marriage to a wealthy and well known barrister, which seemed to be a bit dull. I told her about my recent camping holiday in Victoria with my best friend Anna, and although I left out some of the more intimate details, I think she guessed that we had been lovers and was a little envious. Towards the end of the meal, she excused herself and went to the ladies room. When she came back she looked a little flushed and I noticed that the top two buttons of her white, silk blouse were undone, revealing the beginning of the gentle swell of her firm, full breasts. I was sure that she was wearing a bra when we arrived but as she sat down I could see the outline of her hard nipples against the thin, tightly stretched fabric of her blouse. I tried unsuccessfully not to stare. She noticed and smiled. I was embarrassed and blushed. When we got up to leave she gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. The sensation of her warm soft lips against my skin, the pleasure of her firm breasts pressed against my chest and her hand on my butt increased the warm tingling sensation between my legs that had started while we were chatting. We left the restaurant and walked back to the car in silence, both absorbed in our own thoughts. It was a warm day and the sun was shining but the flush on my skin and the burning in my loins had nothing to do with the temperature of the day. As we reached the car Hillary suddenly put her hands on my shoulders, pushed me back against the hot metal bodywork of her black BMW and kissed me. My mouth yielded to her assault and her tongue found its way between my lips. Her hand was on my breast and she pressed her sex against my leg. She took my hand and placed it inside her blouse on her naked breast. When she put her hand between my legs all I could do was moan. "Not here. Not now. Please," I panted, secretly hoping she would ignore my plea, conscious and excited but also a little embarrassed by the attention we were attracting. She pulled away and smiled. "No Catherine, not now but later." And with that promise she got in the car and started the engine. Back at the office I went straight to the ladies room and masturbated. The taste of Hillary's kiss was still on my lips and the smell of her subtle fragrance lingered. Closing my eyes I saw the desire in her sparkling blue eyes and the smile on her face as she pushed me back against the car and kissed me. I put my hand under my top and remembered how wonderful it had felt when she touched me there, and how, in contrast to my tiny breasts; hers had completely filled my hand. Pretending it was Hillary I slipped my hand inside my panties and slid a finger between the delicate folds of my labia. As I stroked myself I remembered her words, "No Catherine, not now but later." But I couldn't wait any longer. As my orgasm started I heard someone enter the cubical next to mine. It was too late to stop so I jammed the fist in my mouth hoping to muffle my moans, but a knowing laugh told me that whoever it was knew what was happening on the other side of the thin partition. Hopefully they didn't know it was me. Back at my desk I tried to do some work, but couldn't concentrate. Hillary had meetings the rest of the afternoon and I didn't see her again before I left to go home. I needed to see her and talk to her, perhaps explain. Maybe I simply needed her to take me in her arms and kiss me again. Her last words, "No Catherine, not now but later", played over and over in my mind and I prayed that she wouldn't make me wait too long. That evening I went to the gym and spent a punishing fifteen minutes on the treadmill before pushing myself to the limit in the weights room. I worked through my routine of bench press, chins, curls, tricep extensions, cable rows, leg extension, leg curls and squats. To finish off I did crunches and sit ups until the muscles in my stomach were burning and I could barely move. At home I had a shower, prepared and ate dinner, checked my emails and went to bed. Alone in the dark I waited for the refuge of sleep, but when it finally came I dreamt about her. In my dream we were in her car. She was driving the BMW much faster than she should. I was in the front passenger seat. She was wearing the same black skirt, white, silk blouse and black, leather shoes that she had worn to lunch that day. Her blouse was unbuttoned almost to her navel and I could see her firm round breast, crowned by a hard pointed nipple. I was naked. It was raining and there was the low growl of the high performance engine, the hiss of the tyres on the wet road and the swish of the windscreen wipers on the glass. We stopped at traffic lights and she made me spread my legs, put my feet up on the dashboard and masturbate. Pedestrians crossing in front of the car watched as they walked past. She leant over, took my hand and placed it on her breast, kissed me and I came. I woke up hot and sweaty in a tangle of damp bed clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breath coming in short, raspy gasps. I kicked off the quilt and masturbated again. It only took a few seconds and between sobs of pleasure I moaned her name as I came. Exhausted I fell into a light fitful sleep. In the morning I skipped breakfast, showered, dressed quickly and left for work, impatient to see her again. The wait for the elevator seemed to be longer than usual, and totally immersed in my thoughts about the events of the previous day, I didn't notice when it eventually arrived. Without me realising it the doors had already opened and I was carried forward as the mass of people pressed forward, carrying me along with them. Suddenly I found myself towards the back of the car surrounded by a wall of human flesh. Glancing around, I saw a few familiar faces. Some I recognised as colleagues at the bank. There were one or two other regulars who I assumed worked on other floors in the building. The doors of the lift closed with a hiss and we waited in an awkward silence. After what seemed like an eternity the car started, the sudden movement catching me by surprise. Off balance I stumbled, bumping against the person behind me and felt a steadying hand on my shoulder. Without turning to see who it was I mumbled a meaningless apology. "Sorry." "That's okay Catherine." The voice and the subtle and familiar fragrance told me immediately that it was Hillary. The elevator slowed and came to a stop at the first floor. The doors opened and everyone shuffled back to make room for more passengers. As it started again, Hillary's hand slid down my arm to my waist and around to my stomach, her fingers finding their way inside the waist band of my skirt. Startled by the unexpected intrusion I turned my head and mouthed, "No," but she didn't understand or simply ignored my plea and continued to slip her hand down the front of my skirt until she reached the bare skin just above my panties. My heart was pounding and I was sure everyone in the elevator could hear it thundering inside my chest. Nervously I glanced around but they were all staring intently at the changing numbers on the illuminated panel beside the door, apparently oblivious to what was happening. As the elevator slid smoothly upwards Hillary slid her hand over my stomach, quickly cupped and squeezed my breast then was gone. The elevator stopped and the door opened. It was my floor and people were spilling out, making their way to their work stations or offices to begin the day. The encounter was brief, over almost before it had started, but it left me flushed, flustered and wanting more. I looked up. Hillary was a few paces in front of me and as I made it unsteadily out of the elevator and into the passage, she paused, turned, smiled at me and raised her hand to adjust her glasses. "Catherine, could you please see me in my office at nine o'clock. There are a few things I'd like you to do for me this morning." Without waiting for a reply she strode off in the direction of her office. It took a few seconds for me to regain sufficient composure to make it along the corridor to the ladies rest room. Thankfully there was no one there and I went into one of the cubicles, closed and locked the door and without lifting the lid, sat down. I slid my panties to my ankles and spread my legs. I was wet and my cunt was screaming for attention, but as my fingers found their way between my legs the outside door opened and the room filled with excited female chatter. Frustrated, I sat in silence, desperate for them to leave. After several minutes that seemed to me like hours, with their inane conversation still in full swing and no sign it coming to an end, I fixed my clothes, brushed my hair, took a deep breath and opened the door. I went to my desk, saying good morning to my work mates on the way but avoiding any long conversations. I sat down, turned on my computer and after a few seconds the screen came to life. The background wallpaper, a photo of the beach in front of my house at sunset, looked so beautiful and normal that it made me doubt what had just happened was real. Perhaps it had been a dream, or a maybe fantasy. I opened my email and clicked on the inbox. There were twenty or so emails, but the one that caught my attention was the one timed at eight forty-two, just a few minutes before. It was from as Hillary. Anxiously, I double clicked on it and waited for it to open. "Good morning Catherine, I really enjoyed our little adventure in the lift this morning - and I know you did too. Please don't forget that I want to see you in my office at 9.00 a.m. Before you come, please remove your panties, I suspect they are still very wet. Take off your bra too - your breasts are so small it's hardly necessary anyway. Place them both in one of the internal mail envelopes - address it to me and leave it with the mail girl. On your way please get me a green tea - you know the one I like. H." What the hell! This was going too far and I panicked. I quickly typed a letter of resignation, printed and signed it, picked up my keys and purse, and headed for Hillary's office. Without knocking I opened the door and strode in. Hillary was on her mobile phone. She looked up, clearly annoyed. "Can I call you back? Something has just come up that needs my urgent attention." There was a pause as she listened to the response form whoever she was talking to, then. "Okay. Thanks. I'll get back to you as soon as I deal with this." She put down the phone, leaned back in her chair and glared at me over the top of her glasses. "Just what do you think you are doing Catherine?" I said nine, not..." she paused looking down at her watch, "...four minutes to." She was obviously angry at me for interrupting an important phone call, but I wasn't going to be put off. "Hillary, I ..." I stared, holding up my letter of resignation, but she cut me off. She took off her glasses, stood up and came around her desk to where I was standing and snatched the envelope out of my hand. "What's this?" She demanded as she impatiently tore open the envelope and quickly read the letter "I don't believe it!" she exclaimed as she threw the letter on the desk. "Sometimes you young people leave me speechless." I almost laughed at the absurdity of her words. Angry she might be, but speechless - no way. "Is this the thanks I get for taking you on? I give you a great opportunity and this is what happens. I think it's about time I taught you to appreciate what I've done for you, and while I'm at it, maybe give you a lesson in manners. Obviously your parents didn't bother." In the midst of her tirade she grabbed my arm and, ignoring my protests, dragged me to her desk, pushed me over and forced me face-down on the cold glass surface. She pulled my arms together, crossed my wrists and held them together with one hand while with the other she picked up a roll of masking tape that was on her desk then quickly and expertly wrapped it around my wrists, securing firmly them behind my back. Obviously it was all planned but I was taken completely by surprise and overwhelmed by her speed and strength. I struggled to get up but she easily held me there, my stomach, face and breasts pressed firmly against the desk, my arse in the air and my feet barely reaching the ground. She lowered her tone, speaking slowly and deliberately as if she was giving careful consideration to the words. "Now Catherine, let me see. Just what am I going to do with you? First you ignore my instructions and enter my office early. Surely you've been working for me for long enough to know that when I say nine o'clock, I mean nine o'clock! And you forget to bring my tea." Without warning she landed a blow on my raised butt and I yelped, more from surprise than the actual pain. I was about to protest but my words were cut off when she hit me for a second time. Although it was quite firm, my skirt and panties cushioned much of the blow and in truth it didn't hurt all that much but I thought this had gone far enough. I squirmed, trying to get free but she put one hand on the back of my neck and held me firmly pinned to the desk while with her free hand she took the hem of my skirt and lifted it, exposing my panty clad butt. "Hmmm... just as I thought, I see you've also chosen to ignore my instructions about removing your underwear. That just won't do, now will it?" I'm sure the question was rhetorical and in any case before I had a chance to reply the next blow landed. It was harder than the others, and this time there was only the thin material of my panties between her hand and my bare arse. Hillary's fingers slipped under the waist band of my panties and with a quick, firm tug she pulled them down to my knees. Hillary laughed. "Well, well, well," she smirked. "So which little horny slut has already wet her panties this morning?" It was obvious that she'd seen the tell-tale wet patch in the crutch of my panties and in spite of my compromising position, bare arsed, prostrate on my boss's desk with my panties down to my knees, I felt the warm glow of embarrassment flood my cheeks. The next blow was carefully aimed and landed with force on my naked, tender flesh. This time it did hurt and I squealed in genuine pain. The next blow and the one after that both landed in exactly the same spot, adding to the pain which radiated from the point of impact as a hot tingling glow. I tensed in preparation for the next blow but instead of the hard, stinging slap of Hillary's hand I felt the cool, soothing sensation of lotion or oil being poured liberally over my tingling butt. The contrast was amazing and I squirmed with pleasure as Hillary spread the cool, slippery fluid with slow, deliberate strokes, pausing occasionally to drizzle more into the crevice between the cheeks of my butt until I could feel it trickling down across my tight, sensitive anus and continuing until it reached my already sopping pussy. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she bent over to whisper in my ear. "You like that don't you Catherine?" Words were beyond me, but as she ran a perfectly manicured finger along the crack in my butt, rimming my hole, tracing a line across my perineum and pausing just short of my aching slit, she knew my answer. My panties were still around my knees, frustrating my attempts to spread my legs to give my tormentor access to my sex. By wriggling my legs I was able to work them down to my ankles and I impatiently kicked them off. Freed from the restraint, I spread my legs and raised my butt to meet Hillary's probing fingers. Hillary She laughed. "Oh Catherine you are simply delightful. I had no idea just what a perfect slut you would turn out to be." I tried to look at her but she kept me pinned to the desk and I whimpered as she removed her fingers from my sex. Without warning she landed another stinging blow on my slick, oily butt, followed quickly by another, then another and then another. Before the pain of her blows registered in my brain her hand was back between my legs and she ran her fingers the length of my slit. Then, just as suddenly, she took her hand away, leaving me humping the air as she hit me again. I recall one, two, three blows before she slid first one then a second finger deep inside my throbbing cunt. My senses were in overload. I couldn't differentiate between the pain she was inflicting and the pleasure she was giving me, both sensations had merged into one, overwhelming me and driving me to the brink of an orgasm. "Please," I whispered hoarsely. "Please what, Catherine?" was her almost mocking reply as she plunged her fingers deeper into my ravenous cunt. "Please Hillary, I can't..." I managed between sobs. "You can't what Catherine?" "Take any more... Please. I can't..." I was on the brink of an orgasm and she knew it and laughed. Hillary removed her hand from the back of my neck, keeping me firmly impaled on the fingers of her other hand. She knew that I wasn't going anywhere and she needed both hands for what was to come. "Tell me want you want baby," she teased. But I didn't need tell her what to do. Her hand was already where I wanted it, between my legs. I arched my back and raised my slick, oily arse and gasped as she attacked my clit with her free hand. She started slowly at first, gently circling the hard little nub that was out from behind its protective hood, begging for its share of attention, then she brushed backwards and forward across the sensitive tip with two fingers, gradually increasing the speed and the pressure as I writhed in ecstasy on her desk. She bent down and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "Is this what you want?" she whispered. My response was simply a long, low moan. "Tell me, Catherine. You have to tell me or I will have to stop." She wanted me to beg, and the thought of this delightful torture ending before I had an orgasm was not an option - so I did. "Please Hillary..." She interrupted me before I could finish. "Please what, Catherine? Come on, you can tell me." As if to make me take her threat seriously, the fingers ravaging my clit slowed and the pressure of their strokes lessened slightly. I tried again. "Please...I need to come. Please don't stop." It was what she wanted to hear and as her fingers went back to work my body responded instantly taking total control of my being, pushing aside all conscious and rational thought. "That's it baby, come for me. Come for me now." Her words were unnecessary. A crushing orgasm wasn't far away and there was no way I could stop it even if I wanted to. "Oh fuck Hillary. Fuck..." It was my last desperate plea. "Fuck what Catherine?" She persisted. "Meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" was my tortured reply that morphed into a shattering scream as my world exploded. The orgasm that started in my loins spread throughout my whole body with such speed and power that the breath caught in my throat and I'm sure that my heart stopped beating. My vision greyed and my body shook uncontrollably as my juices flooded my cunt in a delightful hot wet rush. I wanted to take her hand in mine, force her fingers deeper inside my throbbing cunt and hold them there while the crushing waves of pleasure consumed me. I begged her to free my wrists but she ignored my pleas. Bound as I was, all I could do was to press my pussy against her hand, trapping it between my body and her desk and grinding against her to extract full satisfaction. Hillary kept her fingers buried deep inside me while the orgasm pulsed around them, and she held me until it subsided leaving me filled with a warm contented glow. She waited until my breathing returned to something like normal then brushed my damp, sweaty hair away from my eyes and kissed me. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back. Leaving me drained and prostrate on her desk, she went to the other side and opened a drawer. Taking out a knife, she cut the tape that bound my wrists. I struggled to my feet and taking the towel she was holding out for me pressed it against my still tender, throbbing cunt, gently soaking up the oil and cum that was running down my legs. As I straightened my clothes she picked up my panties and said, "I'll have the bra too. You won't need that any more today." Silently I took off my top, undid my bra and submissively handed it to her before putting my top back on. "Hillary..." I started but she put her finger to my lips silencing me. "We will talk later. Now you have work to do. You can start by getting me that cup of tea." I turned to leave, hesitated, went back and picked up the letter from her desk and left. As I passed my desk I tore up the letter and threw it in the bin. Maybe my job was a little routine, but I knew that there was a lot I could learn from Hillary and she knew that she had an employee who was very eager to learn. Hillary and Condi A lot of people on the right, when they discuss Hilary Rodham Clinton, invariably bring her physical characteristics into it. Because they disagree with her, they think she is ugly. And she has "cankles." Well, I don't think so. I think she's hot, actually. But I have a think for bitches. In my mind, she is Queen Bitch. That makes her even hotter. There has been talk about her lack of sexual desire, perhaps including lesbian undertones. She is either asexual, or just frigid, or a lesbian. Or maybe she's an alien who doesn't quite get human sexuality. I see in her, I'm sure, what Bill saw in her: a Challenge. The ultimate challenge. I'm sure that when he finally broke her down, you couldn't pry her mouth off of the gubernatorial cock. But I see her, and I just want to fuck her. I want to grab her head, and fuck her mouth until I cum all over her face. I want to turn her over, grab her hips, pull down her pants, and fuck her in her tight ass until she screams for affordable healthcare. I want to bang her and bang her, all night, and make her wish she liked sex. Or sex with men. Although I would love to see her with another woman, going at it. 69ing. Oh, yeah. The ultimate threesome: Hilary, Condi, and me. They could take turns sitting on my face, and then sucking my cock. Unless she really is an alien, in which case I want to steer clear of her head, because her race has the habit of eating the male they mate with, like a preying mantis. But man, what a ride that would be. I'd deliver food to them, in their hotel. Security checks me out, then lets me through. For some reason, they are staying in adjoining rooms. They are sharing a pizza. They were working together since Hilary was going to take over Condi's job. I knock on the door, and they are both in their pajamas. They let me in. I set up for them, and instead of paying me, Hilary turns to Condi and says, "Rice, take care of the tip." Condi gives Hil a dirty look out of the corner of her eye, then sinks to her knees in front of me. With Hilary watching, Condi opens up my pants, and removes my cock. I am in too much shock to have a hard on, but as soon as she puts her lips on me, which are surprisingly warm, my cock starts to grow in her mouth. She blows me like a champ, taking my entire length into her mouth. She massages my balls with one hand, and grips my ass with the other. Hilary sits on the edge of the bed, and takes her pj bottoms off. She has one very furry bush. It looks like a squirrel. She starts to play with herself as she watches, and that makes me even harder, close to cumming. Suddenly Hilary says, "Come here and eat me, eat me now!" I turn to go to her and get on my knees, and am surprised to see Condi in front of me, already down in position to eat Hilary's hairy pussy. But Condi is on her knees, and her firm little ass is up in the air. While she is eating Hilary's pussy, she lets me take off her pajama bottoms, exposing her bony ebony ass. I kneel down, and stick my tongue in her ass crack, and then in her tight little ass. I lick her ass, and bend down further and lick her pussy too. In contrast to Hilary's jungle land, Condi is trimmed very nicely, almost hairless, except for a thin rectangle just above her pussy. I bury my face deep in Condi's dark, wet pussy. She is moaning in pleasure, her voice muffled because her face is buried deep into Hilary's dark, wet pussy. I pull my head back, and I am right at her asshole. It is a tight little bud, dark pink, staring back at me. I rim her ass and stick my tongue in it while I finger fuck her, getting her pussy juice everywhere. I then get up straight and get in position, and get my cock inside her hot little pussy. I bang her for all she is worth, grabbing onto her ass cheeks like they are parallel bars--and I'm a gymnast. I plow deep into her, pulling her back and pushing her forward. This in turn causes her to pull back and push forward with her face on Hilary's pussy. This is causing Hilary to start cumming, and she grabs Condi's head as she looks down, and grinds against her. Hilary looks at me while I am fucking Condi, and suddenly we become in tune. Hilary yells out, "We need a bipartisan effort!" She is pumping Condi's face, and I am pumping her pussy. It seems as though we are connected, with this person between us. We lock eyes, and continue to do what we are doing, but looking at each other. We pump in unison, and soon we are going faster and faster. Condaleeza is a helpless pawn between us as Hilary and I cum together, lovingly, with Condi between us. She has Condi by the back of her head, her legs up in the air, pushing Condi's face into her cunt. Meanwhile, I have a deathgrip on Condi's ass, as my hard cock throbs and pours gobs of hot white cum inside her. Condi is sobbing. Hilary kind of pushes Condi to the side, and she comes off of my dick. Hilary motions to me, and I stand up. She has me come to her and lay down on the bed, and she gets between my legs. She grabs my cock, still wet and sticky from fucking Condi, with cum dripping down it, and takes it all the way into her mouth. I groan, almost screaming, from the sheer pleasure. This woman knows how to suck a cock. And what a large mouth! She takes her mouth off my cock, and sucks one, then both of my giant balls into her mouth. Oh, so gently, she massages them with her tongue while they bulged in her cheeks. The bottom of my cock hit her nose as she did this. Then she went back to my cock, sucking it with gusto. Then she stops, and she says, "Turn over." "What?" "On your knees. Turn over. NOW!" I did as she said. She grabbed my ass cheeks and buried her face in my ass, sticking her tongue forcefully into my asshole. This was good, I admit. One hand played with my balls while she licked my taint, then returned her attention to my asshole. I had no idea what was going on, but I was soon to find out. Condi didn't just lay on the floor and pass out. Apparently, while Hilary was blowing me, she got out a strap on device, lubricated it, and then helped Hilary put it on. She was still licking my ass, and as she fondled my balls, slipped a finger inside my ass. She moved it around inside me, it felt good. Then it all stopped. I tried to turn and look, but she held me still, and I felt another pair of hands on me, holding me in position. I could see Condi at my side, holding me. Her thin, naked body, her little brown titties, and her dark nipples were hard and sticking out. I wanted to suck them. I was about to try and twist and get my mouth on them, when I felt a strange sensation in my asshole. At first I thought Hilary was sticking another finger in my ass. But this felt bigger, and harder. And bigger around. I felt her hands on my hips, and out of my peripheral vision I could see that she was mounting me, and pushing a strap-on up my ass! It was lubricated, and apparently my ass was as well, for despite my protests, it slid in easily. I could feel all sorts of weird pressures, including a pressure against my prostate. This was all new to me. The pain of entry had subsided, and there I was, on my knees, with Hilary Clinton wearing a strap-on and fucking me in the ass. I should have protested more, but honestly, it was kinda hot. She had total control over me. I never thought I would be into that, but she was having her way with me, and from the noise she was making, I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying it. I didn't understand how a strap-on works; I thought perhaps it had a part that stimulated her clit? My cock was rock-hard. She could tell that I liked it, and started to give me more. Condi watched with pleasure, and saw that I was excited. She grabbed my cock and stroked it. Then, Condi disappeared, and I felt her mouth on my cock. She was lying on her back underneath me, like I was a 57 Chevy, and she was working on me. And was she ever. Her mouth was hot and wet, and all over my cock and balls. Getting fucked in the ass at the same time was enough to put me over the edge. I screamed loudly and came, feeling burst after burst of cum shoot out of my cock, into Condaleeza Rice's mouth. Every thrust that Hilary gave me made more squirt out. I could hear Condi choking on my cum, pause, and then continue to slurp it up as she kneaded my balls. I had no idea, no knowledge of what Hilary was doing, but I think she came. She clenched my ass with her hands, and pushed the fake cock inside me harder. It almost felt like it pulsed and throbbed. Then, Hilary got off of me, and the strap on slid out of me with a plop. Condi got out from under me, and I collapsed on the bed. Hilary got off the bed and walked around, and it was then I noticed the strap on. It wasn't a strap on. It was HER penis. Hilary fucking Clinton has a fucking penis! I was about eye level with it. Her own penis seemed to be short, but functional. I could see no testicles. She did have an actual pussy, and the whole area, the vulva, was raised and puffy. It looked as though, instead of a clit she just had a cock. Was Condi eating her pussy earlier or sucking her cock? It was then I realized that it wasn't excess lube leaking out of my ass, it was cum. Hilary came in my ass. I lay there as Condi got on her knees and began to suck Hilary's cock. She sucked it clean, after it had been in my ass. I lay there with my eyes half open, resting. I was going to get that bitch back. Condi finished, and Hilary backed away. I stood up quickly. "Hilary!" I said sharply. She turned to me quickly and said, "What?" I punched her hard, in the jaw, and she went down on the bed. "It's your turn, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass." Condi's eyes were wide as she saw me straddle Hilary, holding her down as she resisted. I thought I was going to have to fight her, too. But, amazingly, Condi got up and helped me hold Hilary down. She punched her in the head a few times, too. My cock was getting hard again as I rubbed it in the crack of her ass. Hilary lay flat on the bed, on her stomach. I was going in that way. Condi grabbed the lube, and put some on my cock for me, stroking it. She looked up at me and smiled. "Fuck her hard! Hurt her! Hurt her ass." With that, she spread Hilary's ass cheeks apart as I got into position. Hilary was sobbing and trying to buck, but her face was in her hands. I got on top, and Condi helped guide my cock to her ass. It was clenched tight. I pushed my finger into her ass abrubtly. She let out a sharp scream as her ass quivered and unclenched somewhat. Condi guided my cockhead to Hilary's tiny little asshole. Together, we got it started, and Hilary involuntarily spread her legs. As soon as I got the head in, I just dropped all my weight on her, pushing my cock quickly, harshly, into her ass. She screamed and cried. My cock was bigger than hers, and her asshole was smaller than mine. It was tight, very tight. Condi pulled Hilary's ass cheeks apart again when I rose up, and when I thrust down again, I went even further. Hilary whimpered some more. My cock was rock hard because her ass was so tight, it just squeezed it. The lube was a life-safer; without it, I wouldn't have been able to even get the head in. I continued to fuck her, and each downstroke caused her to cry out, and each up stroke caused her to quiver. After I had a groove going, she didnt cry out any more. From her under her hands, her muffled voice in between her sobs said, "Hey, let me up." "No way, bitch." I pounded into her ass hard when I said that. "No, let me up on my knees. You can fuck me better that way." I stopped, wondering if it was a trick. I slowly pulled out, and sat up and back. Hillary got slowly to her knees, then put her head down on a pillow. She pushed her ass towards me. "Come on, finish it! Fuck me!" Before I could, Condi said, "Wait, scoot down." I did, and pulled Hilary with me. Then Condi got on the bed, and put her legs on either side of Hilary's head. "Time for you to eat me, Bitch," she said softly. I got back behind Hilary, and positioned my cock near her asshole. It was still every so slightly open from a few minutes ago. I pushed the head in, and, to her moans, pushed my cock all the way inside her ass, up to the hilt--further than I had been in before. She grunted and gasped, and squealed. I said, "Squeal like a pig for me, darlin'," then started to fuck her ass very slowly and methodically, feeling her tight ass grip my cock on every in and out. Meanwhile, Condi had grabbed her head and pushed it to her crotch. I saw the back of Hilary's head moving around as she ate Condi's pussy. Condi had her head back, fully enjoying it. I dug my fingers into Hilary's ass and fucked her harder, and she was enjoyig it, and I could see I was pushing her head into Condi's cunt. I wanted to keep going at least until Condi came, and I was soon rewarded with her screams. Good. Hilary's ass was so tight, it was hard not to cum. I started to thrust harder and faster, hearing her mufflied scream as I did. The tightness and slickness of her well-lubricated ass started to affect me, and I could feel the orgasm rise inside me. I thrust more deliberately, stopping at each down stroke. Hilary raised her head and was screaming too, but a different scream. She was cumming. I kept up my rhythm, and soon, there was nothing left but my cock, cumming inside her asshole. I gripped her ass tight, and fucked her hard and fast while I came, and she began to scream. I was pumping her hard, very hard, trying to hurt her. She was no longer cumming, she was screaming in pain now, and crying again. What cum I had left squirted deep inside her in several squirts, as I struggled to maintain my position and my hard on. Finally, my last thrust, and I just stayed inside her, relishing the moment. I looked down at my cock, sticking in her tight little ass. It looked like there as some blood. Good. I was happy to leave it in there. But not for long. She pulled forward quickly and said, "Get off!" My cock slid out of its warm, wet home. Hilary got off the bed, and went in the shower. She didn't come back out. Condi went in there, came back out with a washcloth and washed my cock and my ass for me. Condi commented on the blood, saying, "I'm glad you were able to hurt the cunt." After she cleaned it, she took a few moments and sucked my semi-hard cock before I got dressed. Condi gave me a hug as I left, and said they would order pizza again real soon. The Hell of it is, I'm not even a registered voter. Hillary Finds Her G Textbooks, and assorted school supplies littered the dorm room as the three girls stretched and yawned during a well-earned study break. It was the last night before finals, and all three were in the midst of some pretty heavy cramming. Allison brought out her human sexuality text-book, much to the delight of Hillary and Caren, both of whom would rather listen to anything other than their boring lecture notes. The two friends sat around Allison crossed legged as she flipped though the chapter on sexual response. "What does it say about the 'G' spot," Hillary asked. "I've heard so much about his magic spot that is supposed to make you cum harder and longer than you've ever before." Allison checked the index of her textbook and looked under 'g'. She wrinkled up her nose when she was unable to find an entry. "I don't know...there's nothing in here under orgasm or masturbation," she said, color rising in her cheeks. "I read something in Cosmo about it one time but it was too confusing, you know, like you'd have to be a gynecologist to ever find the stupid thing. I doubt that it's real, anyway." Caren, who had been quietly taking notes up to this point, put down her notebook, took off her glasses and rubbed between her eyes. "Oh, it's real, that's for sure," she said, with a cat-that-ate-the canary smile on her face. "My old boyfriend Brad found it last summer by accident and let me tell you, we had plenty of fun exploring." The other two girls focused their attention on Caren and giggled with nervous anticipation. Finally Hillary broke the ice. "Ok, I'll bite. "What sort of fun did you have?" "Oh my god, you won't believe how incredible it feels when you finally hit your spot the right way. I have this little pocket sex manual that explains how to find it, and for the longest time, I spent hours with brad trying to locate the sucker. It's really far up inside you, but it's worth it, let me tell you." "I've never even heard about it," Allison said. "Where is it?" Caren though abut her response for a bit and then began fishing around in her purse. She found the little pocket-sized hard cover book and pulled it out. It was one of those little books filled with pictures of beautiful people engaged in every sexual position imaginable. "Here, let me read this," Caren said. "The Grafensberg spot, shortened to G spot in most text, is a small, spongy bit of tissue about the size of a quarter, located about the third the way up the inner wall of the vagina." "That really doesn't help at all," Hillary said. "How do you know when you've found it?" "Hold, on, there's more: 'If the g-spot is simulated correctly, intensely pleasurable sensations will be felt though out the whole vagina and the area will swell and become rough to the touch. You will experience a total body experience as wave after wave of sexual sensations will be felt throughout the body." "That's it, I've got to try this out," Hillary said, already standing and popping open the buttons on her jeans. "Does it say the best way to reach it with your fingers?" Caren stared at her friend as she pushed her jeans down around her ankles and stepped out of them. She was wearing lacy white cotton bikini panties and Caren was sure that she saw a wet spot forming between her legs. She snapped out her shock at Hillary's apparent lack of inhibitions and looked back down at her little book. "Um, yeah, I guess it does." Allison sat up closer as Hillary sat down on the facing sofa, pulling her sorority sweatshirt down so her panties were modestly covered. "Are you going to try and find it right here in front of us?!" Alison said, her eyes as wide as saucers and her faces so flushed, Caren thought she might faint. "Oh, Ali, you really need to live a little," Hillary stated bluntly. "So what if you guys watch? This is for a class you know, and besides, we're all girls here anyway." Alison, who had constantly denied have ever having sex or touching herself 'down there' chewed on this for a moment and then seemed to be more curious than embarrassed. Both looked over at Caren with expectant looks on their faces. "Ok," Caren said, clearing her throat. "It says you're supposed to make sure that you adequately aroused because you can't find the spot unless the vagina is swollen. Hillary crossed and uncrossed her legs, saying that arousal wasn't a problem. "You should spread you legs as wide as they feel comfortable and pull you knees up to your chest." Hillary spread her legs wide, revealing her white panties in their full glory (along with the growing wet spot) and pulled her heels up to her behind as if she were squatting in the woods. "Ok, check," she said, her face glowing. "Now what?" "I think you're going to have to take your underwear off for this," Caren said, her breath coming heavy. "Ok, now what?" Hillary asked, her slick vaginal folds shining in the light and her face flushed with obvious arousal and excitement. "Well, it says you should relax, lean back against some pillows for support and insert two fingers into your vagina as far as they will go until you reach a barrier." Hillary did as instructed leaning back against the couch for support and then slowly running the index finger and the middle finger of her left hand over her sparse pubic triangle over her slick folds and probed for her entrance. When her fingers found her slippery hole, she let out an n audible gasp as her digits sank slowly into her vagina. She paused at her first knuckle, but then bore down on her hands until the entire length of her fingers disappeared into her hole. Allison looked on with a look of pure amazement as she watched her friend shamelessly finger herself. "Mmm, ok, I've got my fingers in as far as they will go," Hillary said, as she pressed her palm into her crotch and rubbed her slick sex. "It says you should feel a protruding bit of flesh that is shaped like a peach. Hillary wiggled her finger deep inside and pushed her hand still deeper into her hole, her two fingers in past her third knuckles. To Allison, who had begun to fidget nervously in her chair, it looked like Hillary's vagina was going to swallow up her whole hand. "Mmmm...Ok, I can feel it, it feels like a couple of grapes. "Good, that's you cervix, Caren said, crossing her legs to hide her own growing excitement under her skirt. "Now pull your fingers out about a half inch and feel along the front wall of your vagina." Hillary, her face contorted in the pleasurable sensations shooting out of her groin, pulled her fingers out slightly, a squishy wet sound could be heard by both girls. "It says to hook your fingers out toward your pubic hair and make a 'come her gesture'. Good. Do you feel a rough patch of skin that swells when you touch it? "I... don't... mmm... I guess so when I press against it, to feels like I have to pee." "It says that feeling of having to go to the bathroom will subside with further stimulation. It should feel different as you stroke the spot, growing and swelling under your touch. Hillary pushed her fingers deeper and her breath began to come in ragged gasps. Allison was blushing so hard, it looked like her face would burst as she pressed her behind deep into the chair she was sitting in and pressed her thighs together. Her finger came up to her parted lips and she bit her fingertip as her friend masturbated before her. Hillary was lost in her own world of self-pleasuring. Her other hand crept up under her sorority sweater and was kneading her full breasts through her bra, tweaking her rock hard nipples. She was now urgently finger fucking her hole, filling the room with her slick sexual noises, along with her moans and gasps. Caren could see a trickle of lubricating juices ooze out of her vagina and stream down between her butt cheeks. As her passion, grew, Hillary seemed to abandon trying to stimulate her g-spot, instead, her fingers slipped out of her vagina and began rapidly rubbing her swollen clitoris, now sticking out like a pencil eraser. As her hands danced at her glistening sex a mile a minute, her other reached under her bra and began kneading her breast b under her sweater. Caren realized that Hillary was no longer following her instructions, but had lapsed into her obvious rhythm of masturbation. Hillary clamped her eyes shut, gritted her teeth and began to buck her hips against her hand. "Wait, em, you're not even touching your spot." Allison, now very into the show she was watching, shot her hand up and put her finger to her lips. "Shhh...let her be." At that moment, Hillary went over the edge, her finger flying at her clit. Her eyes popped open and her entire body went rigid as her orgasm swept through her. "Oh god... I'mmm going to..." was all that escaped her lips as she bucked hard against her hand and slumped down onto the couch, waves of pleasure flowing through her body. Caren and Allison shot looks at each other and giggled before turning their gaze to their panting, sweaty friend on the couch. Hillary lay back with her right hand still between her legs, her whole hand glistening with lubrication. Her sweatshirt was now a loose confusion around her neck while her bra, still fastened in the back, was pulled up on one side to reveal her full white breast. Her chest heaved and she definitely had the cat that ate the canary look on her faces as her breathing returned to normal. "That was quite a show," Caren said, her own breathing coming rather heavy. "But you were not stimulating your g-spot at all to wards the end. If you get yourself off like normal, you'll never know hat a g-spot orgasm feels like." "I... whew...I guess I just got too turned there to keep at it. Besides, I just got entirely too wet and slippery inside to keep pressure on that one area. Gawd, I feel like I was going to wet myself," she gasped, looking down at the wetness under her bare bottom on the couch as she threw her sweater on the floor and pulled her bra back down over her exposed breast. It felt great, pushing against the spot, Hillary said, pointing to an area just above her pubic hair, but I just couldn't keep it in reach, like it was pulling away from my fingers. I was building up to something pretty huge until I gave up. Enjoying yourself, Ali?" Unconsciously, Allison was pressing her fingers into her own crotch, kneading the flesh between her legs. She yelped at being caught with her hands in the cookie jar and pulled her hand away in embarrassment. "It says here that that a lot of women have trouble achieving the g-spot orgasm because their spot is too far back along the vaginal wall and their fingers wont reach," Caren said, crossing and uncrossing her legs to try to ease the ache growing there. "It says there are other positions to try for better access." "What other positions? It feels like there's a fire inside me, like an itch I just can't scratch." "Ok, there's a diagram her...just follow what I say. Go over to the bed and get on you hands and knees." Hilary got up, stretched and padded across the room to the bed. She stretched like a cat and reached back to unfasten her bra. Allison's moth dropped as she saw her friend naked and sweating before her, but her eyes never strayed from the bit of swollen slick bit of flesh between her legs. Hillary assumed the position with her legs spread apart and her bottom pointing right at Allison. Ali couldn't believe the sight of her friend's gaping vagina yawning open before her as a droplet of juice dripped onto the bed sheet. Hillary looked back at her and winked, her heavy breasts swaying as she did so. "Ok," Caren said turning the page of the little pocket book. "You need to lean forward so that your shoulders are resting on the mattress and kinda hunch yourself forward so that your kne3ees are as far up toward your chest as possible. It says you can use a pillow for support under your tummy. Hillary situated herself with a huge throw pillow under her torso and her shoulders pressed against the bed. With her knees pent upward under her, her bottom raised straight up in the air. She spread her legs, giving Allison a direct view right down her vagina as it spread open. "Uh oh, it says you need a vibrator or dildo to really make this work." "There's got to be something around her we can use," Hillary said, swaying her ass in the air and grinding her pussy into the pillow. Caren searched around the room, looking for anything phallus shaped that would do the trick. "A pen? A comb? No those won't work... How about..." "Won't this work?" Allison said, pulling a long white candle out of a nearby candlestick. "Yeah, that's perfect," Caren said, taking the candle out of Allison's hand and passing it to Hillary on the bed. She went to the bedside table and pulled open a drawer, producing a tube of KY jelly. Hillary took the jelly and spread it all over the base of the candle, the thick part around the base until it was shiny and wet. She hunched forward and rubbed the candle against her swollen lips, gasping at the feel of the cool wax against her hot flesh. Caren returned back to her chair and while the other two girl were focused on their makeshift dildo, she reached under her skirt and quickly pulled her panties off in one motion, tossing them into a damp pile on the hard wood floor. "Now, insert the candle deep into your vagina, aiming for your belly button." Hillary ran the dildo against her dripping sit and pressed forward, trying to push it into her gaping opening, but couldn't quite get the right angle to push it in, being all bent over and such. She almost pushed it into her asshole before the slippery wax squirted out of her hand and onto the bedspread. "Shit, I can't get it in this position." She started to push herself up, but before she could, Allison sprang forward and grabbed the sticky candle in her hands. Wordlessly, she placed the fat end into her friend and slowly, slowly pushed it forward. The candle slid into Hillary like a hot knife into butter and she wriggle and gasped with every inch she too in. "Ali, push it forward until you can't any more. Good now ease it out a bit and press it against the front wall of her vagina." With a smile on her face, Allison pushed the candle down toward the mattress, and Hillary cried out in pleasure. "Oh my god, that's it... ohhh... ohh... pull it towards you a little... ummmmm... there right there... oh god yesss... right there." "Hold it steady and just push it against her g-spot," Caren said, slouching down in her chair and hiking her skirt up around her hips. She had never felt herself this turned on, watching her prude friend stimulating Hillary's g-spot. Caren began rubbing her own pussy in slow circular movements. Hillary's whole body began shaking as Alison pushed the candle in another half inch. Hillary's ass shivered and she grabbed the sheets with both hands for deer life and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She started grunting and moaning, deep guttural sounds as the fire between her legs raged out of control. Caren now was rubbing her slick pussy lips with her right hand and tweaking her hard nipple with her other through her blouse. She watched as Allison wiggled the candle up against Hillary's g-spot while Hillary's entire body went rigid and sweat pour down her flushed face, now pressed firmly into the bed sheet. Allison's hand was now in contact with Hillary's gushing pussy lip, and it looked to Caren that she might slip her whole hand into Hillary's frothing hole. The erotic scene unfolding before her was almost too much to stand as Caren spread thee wetness all around her hard clitoris and began falling into the same rhythm she'd been using since she was a little girl, her fingers rubbing her clit and slit in fast figure 8.s Allison, too, was caught up in the moment, as her free hand was also between her legs, pressing deeply into the crotch of her jeans and panting almost as heavily as Hillary who's body began to convulse in the most explosive orgasm of her life. Caren fought to keep her eyes open as Hillary let out a cry that was halfway between a sob and a shriek. Caren's wet fingers danced across her pussy as she felt her own orgasm rise up and wash over her. Hillary collapsed onto her side in a sweaty heap as Allison finally let go of the candle and stepped away from her writhing friend, who was moaning like a wounded puppy. Allison turned just in time to see Caren bit her lip and cum all over her fingers in beautiful orgasmic bliss. The room was quite for about five minutes as all three girls recovered from the sexual buzz. The temperature in the room seemed to rise and the fetid smell of sex hung in the air as Hillary reached back and swiftly pulled the shiny candle out of her vagina, sending another contracting throughout her body. Allison sat in her chair, looking extremely agitated, biting her lips to keep from plunging both hands into her dripping panties. Hillary stood up and stretched, wrapping the sheets around her sweaty naked body and excused herself to the bathroom for a well-earned shower. Caren smoothed her skirt back down over her hips and smiled at Allison, who squeezed her legs together like a bitch in heat. "I think it's time that you release a little of that frustration, Ali, "Caren said, her smile spreading. "Why don't you take off this jeans?" To Be Continued... Hillary Gets Stripped Dorothy and I made plans to meet after classes and you should have seen the look on Krista's face when she discovered we were going to be hanging out with one of my instructors. Another amazing thing was it turned out that Dorothy's parents were worse than mine. I didn't think that was possible, but it was sad – but true. My mother, of course, was thrilled to think we were hanging out with a member of the teaching profession. Man, what a hoot! Krista, Dorothy, and I used to come home after classes, go straight up to my room, strip off immediately and spend the rest of the afternoon fucking each other. Man, there was more cumming than going, that much was certain. Sometimes Eric and Shawn would come over to visit. Of course you know my mother – when 'boys' were there, my bedroom door was supposed to be open. Haha! There was a lot more sex going on right under her nose when there weren't any guys there. So I solved that problem. Until she changed her mind, I had everybody strip down stark naked. Then we would sit around and talk, or listen to records and watch TV until she couldn't stand it anymore and she asked me to keep the door shut please. It grew closer to Christmas so I took to going to the Mall everyday in my effort to shop lift my gifts for everyone. Well, I still didn't have any money, you know? Sometimes Dorothy would go with me and I didn't shoplift anything when she was with me, because I never wanted to get her into any trouble. She had a profession. Couldn't you just see that headline? 'Professor arrested for shoplifting along with student.' The papers just love that kind of shit. It was a couple of days before Christmas and Dorothy and I were at the mall doing some last minute shopping. For once I actually had some money that I had scrounged up somewhere. As we sashayed through the crowds I kept feeling as though we were being followed, but when I would turn around I couldn't see anyone I recognized. I talked Dorothy into going into one of those teen oriented clothing shops; not for Christmas shopping, but for herself. She still didn't have any hip outfits. The only new clothes she had she had borrowed from me and she needed to get some of her own. We hadn't been in there very long when I finally discovered who had been following us. He was a guy I knew fairly well from school. His name was Alex, although his nick name for some reason was Dark Dude. Who ever knows what these guys are going on about? Haha! He stood almost six feet, had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and appeared to have a great body. All in all, he showed a lot of promise. I didn't know if he was following me or Dorothy or both of us, but I leaned over to my friend and asked her to remain there without telling her why. Then I doubled back to Alex until I was standing directly behind him. I reached down and grabbed him by the balls and said, "Is there anything you're looking for specifically?" as if I were sales personnel. Man, you should have seen him jump! When he whirled around he was certainly surprised to see me standing there. "Why were you following us?" I asked. "Have you turned into some kind of mall stalker?" "Hey, Sara, how are ya? Is that really Ms. Collins, from college with you?" "Man," I complained. "You really know how to dash a girl's ego, don't you? I thought you were wanting to talk to me." I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and cupped his package inside of his underwear. Alex turned bright crimson but whether it was from being embarrassed over what I had said or what my hand was preoccupied with I couldn't say. "Yeah, that's her," I answered. "But you call her Dorothy outside of school as to not embarrass her and you make no reference to her being an instructor unless she brings it up herself – okay?" Alex quickly agreed and I led him over by his prick. "Dorothy, this is Alex," I introduced him. I think he was disappointed when I pulled my hand out so he could step forward and shake my friend's hand. At least he groaned. "How do you do?" Dorothy asked formally. "Oh he does pretty good for himself," I giggled. While I had been conversing with Alex, the young woman had chosen several outfits to try on. Dorothy disappeared into the dressing room. I stood talking with Alex about what he had been doing in the most recent past. Suddenly Dorothy called out that she needed my help in the dressing room. I leaned over and whispered to Alex that he should remain close by and come into the dressing room when I called him. I hurried into the dressing room. Of course my friend was asking me what I thought of a certain outfit she had tried on. I thought she looked darling in it. It was a zip up in the back red blouse, skirt ensemble. She was asking me if I thought it looked too tight on her. I told her no, not if she didn't wear any underwear beneath it because it was so tight that it would show off the outline of her bra and panties unattractively. We of course argued about that but I finally talked her into it and removed her bra and panties from her body. I next told her to come out of the dressing room and look at the outfit in the mirror. After she checked out herself in the mirror and she was pleasantly surprised as to how good she actually looked in the outfit, we returned to the dressing room. Right at the exact minute I helped her remove her outfit and as she stood totally nude, I called Alex into the dressing room. As I stepped out I heard Dorothy exclaim coyly, "Oh Alex, don't look at me. I'm so ugly." "No, you're not," the young man contradicted. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Hehe, I knew that line was going to serve him well. He must have practiced that thing in front of his mirror every night. "Oh Alex, that feels so good," Dorothy gushed. I waited outside the dressing room to give them a few minutes to cut out the small talk and get down to doing the 'ol dirty deed' and then I stepped back into the dressing room. My entrance went unnoticed as they were extremely preoccupied with each other. To my surprise Alex was completely starkers. Dorothy must have insisted he strip stark naked before they started. 'Wow! She really has changed,' I thought. And I observed I was right about Alex. He had a terrific upper body. Man, just looking at him was turning me on. Or maybe I should qualify that to looking at the two of them going at it the way they were was making me as hot as a fire cracker. Alex, being much taller, had set Dorothy up on one of those little benches they have in the dressing rooms and was shagging her against the wall for all his worth. Whap! Whap! Whap! She was being gently slammed into the wall shaking the entire dressing room. "Oh Alex," she was moaning over and over. I was positive they could hear them all over the store. I wasn't worried though. Betty was the manager there and I knew the sales personnel on duty had enough sense to leave me alone...I thought. I wanted in on this action so I stripped down immediately but I forced myself to wait because I didn't want to disrupt anything until Dorothy had achieved bliss. This was actually the young teacher's first experience with a young man. I mean of course she had had sex with Eric and Shawn, but they didn't count – they were more of a 'lend-lease' program from me and Krista. Dorothy had pulled Alex to her in as tight an embrace as possible as he continued to thrust his overpowering erection into her again and again. I was completely flabbergasted at the control he was displaying in not cumming yet. Most guys would have already gone off; particularly with a new beautiful young woman they had never made love to before. I moved up closer beside them so I could get a bird's eye look at their sexual action. I could see the entire length of Alex's beautiful cock filling Dorothy's completely distended quim with his balls hitting below her. Oh God, it was making me so hot. Did I ever tell you that besides being an exhibitionist, I was also a voyeur? Man, I was already dripping wet. I began to finger myself in preparation of getting it on with Alex myself soon. "Fuck me harder!" my female friend screamed. I could sure tell she'd gotten over her shyness problem in the time she had known me. "I'm gonna cum!" "Oh Dorothy, I love you!" Alex cried out. 'Ah Ha!' I thought. 'I heard you, and I'm not gonna let you forget it.' Dorothy had her first heart throb. She was really coming along or should I say – cumming along? Alex continued to jam his huge prick in and out of my friend's hot pussy until suddenly he cried out, "Oh God! I'm gonna blow! I'm sorry." And he began to shoot his load of hot cum into Dorothy. I took his statements to mean he was feeling badly because he had climaxed before his partner, but he was being way too hard on himself, hehe, because my new friend was twitching and moaning as her orgasm cascaded from her. "Oh God, Alex," she moaned. "You're so good." After a couple of minutes of hugging and kissing, Alex disengaged his now shrinking penis from Dorothy, some of his cum running down her inner thigh. I knelt down and cleaned the young teacher up with my mouth and then started on Alex. In a few minutes of my special treatment he was as clean as a whistle and hard as a rock. And that was my intention the entire time of my ministrations. By the way, has everyone ever stopped to think how clean is a whistle? What the hell does that mean anyway? Mwahaha! Since I was still dripping wet, I certainly didn't need any foreplay and judging from the length of Alex's now completely hardened penis he didn't either; so I bent over right in front of him and encouraged him to enter by waving the backside view of my opened labia in his face. Subtle, ain't I? I'll say this for my friend, he's smart and figured it out right away. He plunged his raging manhood (I love writing manhood – it's so corny) straight away into my glistening honeypot. Oh my sweet Jesus! When he rammed every bit of his long dong into me it felt so Goddamn good I thought I was going to cum right off. "Oh Alex! Fuck me hard!" I know, I know – not very original, but it was what I was feeling and it was what I called out. The handsome young man was more willing to accommodate me in my request. Polite, wasn't he? Alex placed his big hands around my narrow waist and pulled me towards him as hard as he could with every thrust of his long erection. It felt as though his prick was gonna come out of my mouth any minute, it was that intense. I had myriad exquisite sensations racing all through every inch of my body as adrenaline carried it along, I was that excited. My labia had opened so much I probably could have taken on an elephant and I was literally dripping onto the floor and I hadn't even had my climax yet. I began rotating myself around and around on his cock and he was groaning louder than I could presently shout. He might have loved Dorothy but I was going to give him something to remember me by! Alex suddenly gripped me even tighter around the waist, actually causing me pain but I wasn't going to complain at that point. Besides it all intermingled with the extreme pleasure making it feel even better, if that was possible. All of my love making always had a little S/M in it anyway and I got into it pretty heavy for a period of time but that story is later on. My lover was now pulling me to him so tightly that I, as I was bent over, could see his balls hanging beneath my labia with each heavy thrust. If that wasn't weird looking – haha! It looked as if I couldn't make up my mind which sex I was. "I'm cumming, Sara!" Alex shouted as he proceeded to shoot his heavy load of love juice into me. That was alright with me even though it was cutting short my sexual pleasure because honestly I didn't know how much more stimulation I could handle from his cock before over-amping on sex, so to speak. Also when my lover shot his stream of cum into me it felt so good that it triggered my own orgasm Goddamn! It was fucking awesome as I was hunched over on his prick as he continued to ride into me even though he was through climaxing. This guy was good, let me tell you! Finally, unfortunately as far as I was concerned, we were finished and Alex pulled his massive prick from me. It even felt fricking great on it's way out! I stood up and turned around and observed Dorothy sitting on the small bench in the dressing room. Her eyes were still glazed, she had a small half smile on her pretty face and I think she was still rushing from her sexual activities with Alex. I smiled at her and asked, "Are you okay?" "I think I'm better than I've ever been." Before I could answer her, the dressing room door opened and one of the store's sales clerks burst into the small room. I was shocked that one of them would do that, considering Betty's relationship with me until I saw it was Hillary Chasen and then it all made sense. The first thing that you need to understand is Betty herself couldn't stand this young woman, but there was little she could do about it because Hillary never acted in a manner that was so bad that she could be fired over it. Although that's not to say that she wasn't a constant irritant to both her co-workers and the store's customers. In fact hardly anyone could stand her. She was pretty chunky as she stood five foot two inches tall and weighed in the neighborhood of one hundred and fifty pounds. Hillary had long dark hair which should have stood her in good stead but unfortunately it surrounded a face which greatly resembled a female impersonator. Actually I don't mean to insult female impersonators because I have seen some who appeared more beautiful than most women, so let's just say she resembled a ugly female impersonator. On top of that she had a whiny adenoidal voice and no personality to speak of, unless you enjoy the clinging, helpless, obnoxious type. Hillary loved going to Ren Faires although unfortunately she always insisted on her wearing her scanty cat costume. This would have ordinarily been okay except for the fact that it emphasized her gut hanging out and her jello-y pasty white ass that bounced behind her. She also, luckily for everyone involved, wore a mask. Personally I think it was the best feature of the whole outfit. An entire flag though might have suited her appearance best. . I'm sorry, I don't mean to sugar coat it like this – mwahaha! I just didn't care for the woman. As soon as she entered the dressing room and closed the door behind her and saw the three of us starkers, Hillary said, "Oh my God." But the tone was all wrong. It wasn't excited sounding or dismayed or even angry, it just sounded mealy mouth. Then Hillary spoke as if to herself, "Note to self. Having sex in the dressing rooms is against store policy." Dorothy was having conniption fits attempting to hide her nudity and acquire apparel as quickly as possible until I gave her the high sign it was okay. I had already decided this young woman was going to pay heavily for her indiscretion of blundering across my path. Hillary was wearing an ugly black skirt with wide slashes in it that was sewn up with laces to appear dramatic. She was also wearing a blue paisley midriff baring blouse with her aforementioned belly hanging over her waist band – ugh! Her outfit was bottomed off, so to speak, with some ugly ass square toed boots. "You know you should just turn around and leave this dressing room because I'm good friends with Betty and I'd hate to see you lose your job," I offered. "Oh ho," Hillary replied. "I can't believe you all are standing in here naked and threatening me. I think I'm gonna have to call security." And she turned to leave. "I don't think so," I said ominously. The unattractive, in all aspects, young woman turned and looked at me, incredulousness written on her features. "I can't believe you said that. Note to self. This tramp doesn't know when she is in trouble." 'Tramp!' I thought. 'That does it, this bitch is in deep shit!' I reached out and tore that midriff blouse off of her in one quick yank causing her boobs to bounce merrily as she wasn't wearing a bra. I'll say this for her – they were pretty good sized but not particularly attractive. "Hey!" Hillary yelled. Mwahaha! I actually had made her raise her voice octave, so for once she didn't sound quite so mealy mouthed. Of course, you know what happened next. This is old hat stuff to me and you by this time. Hillary threw her hands up to keep prying eyes from looking at her tits – like someone would actually want to with me and Dorothy there naked. When she did that, I reached out and pulled her skirt clean off her. She was reduced to standing there in her panties and her shoes. "Stop that!" Hillary protested but with as much force as a mother telling a child to stop playing with his food. I just laughed at her and yanked off her panties too exposing her big black unruly appearing bush above her cunt. Now I'm not one to say anything like this because up to this point I had never seen one I didn't think was beautiful but she had some ugly looking cunt lips. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but they just looked crooked or as if something had torn them. Actually maybe something had, I really knew nothing about her sex life and didn't want to either! I will say this for her. She started screaming then at the top of her bloody lungs but it was simply a case of too little, too late. To make the entire project a total success, I leaned down and removed her boots rendering her as stark naked as everyone else in the small dressing room. It was at this point in the proceedings that I usually would make a sexual overture, but not in this case. I don't mind telling you, I wouldn't have touched this woman with 'your' sex organs. Haha! She was dancing a little jig while attempting to cover her privates at the same time. Actually the entire scene was pretty disgusting so I encouraged everyone to dress as quickly as possible as I had my final revenge in mind. In fact Betty was later to thank me to my final solution to the Hilary problem. No, no, I didn't kill her – haha! Following my directions, Dorothy returned to the main part of the store and carefully hung up all of the outfits she had brought into the dressing room. I didn't want there to be any question among the sales clerks that we might have been shop lifting. Naturally the store personnel were inquisitive as to what was happening with Hillary but only out of a morbid curiosity; not because they had any real concern for her. Dorothy then went to the counter and asked if she could please throw some trash away. They said sure and showed her where a trash receptacle was. The young woman, per my instructions, carried out her mission to throw Hillary's clothes away. When Dorothy returned to us in the dressing room we then proceeded to throw Hillary out into the main part of the store butt naked! She was weeping and complaining but it was all to no avail. She should have thought of that before crossing me. Hillary began racing around the store attempting to find something in her size off the racks, which was difficult in itself. You know how these stores always cater to anorexics anyway. She had just located a top she was going to pull on when she was confronted by one of her co-workers, Sharon, a petite pretty young blonde woman. "Oh no you don't!" Sharon protested. "You don't put on clothes until you have paid for them, you know that." "But I'm naked and I don't have the money with me right now, even with our ten percent discount, but you know I'm good for it. Betty can take it out of my next paycheck." "Note to self," Sharon deadpanned sarcastically. "I can see you're naked alright. Trust me, it's not a pretty sight and I would like to help you remove it from my immediate vision but I can't rely on Betty taking it out of your next paycheck because you're probably gonna be fired for running around the store nude." Hillary Gets Stripped "Oh no!" Hillary wailed. Mwahaha! It was music to my ears. "That's not fair. You know Sara and those people took my clothes." "I know no such thing," Sharon answered primly. "All I know is you came out of that dressing room starkers and began running around the store. I think you've had a nervous breakdown, to tell you the truth." By this time quite a crowd of customers had gathered around Hillary. Some of them had already been in the store and others had been drawn from inside the mall in their quest to learn what the excitement was. They all had one thing in common and that was the manner in which they were uproarishly laughing at the nude young woman. At the point when Hillary began begging with Sharon to allow her to put something on, I'd heard enough and we all exited the dressing area. Having already discussed with my partners in crime what we were to do, the three of us rushed the ugly whiny young woman out into the main part of the mall and then stood across the doorway blocking her from reentering the store. Mwahaha! You should have seen that scene. Hillary cut a swath of attention through the crowded mall – let me tell you. Remember, it was just before Christmas and the place was packed. I heard people saying things such as, "Somebody should tell that naked hoe to go put some clothes on. I'm gonna get sick." Of course, if she had had any smarts she would have gone directly down and hidden in the women's rest room for the rest of the evening; but not our Hillary. She proceeds to run around screaming like a chicken with its head cut off until security came down and placed her under mall arrest. Haha! I really don't know what that is. What do they do – make you serve your sentence at J.C. Penny? Anyway the upshot was security called the police who took her away to the emergency mental health facility in the area. It's not so bad, if you like snake pits! They had to hold her for three days, poor people. The last I heard of Hillary for awhile was she had some case before unemployment and the wage and hour people. Man, I'd like to hear some of the testimony from those proceedings, let me tell ya. After the entire Hillary debacle had been swept away by mall security, the entire sales force on duty applauded us. That was cool, let me tell you. Having done our good deed for the evening, we sashayed our way from the store and out into the mall proper. Everywhere we went Alex was holding Dorothy's hand. Awww, they were so cute together. When we passed by a hair salon Dorothy suddenly explained that she wanted to get her hair trimmed and did we mind. Alex and I both told her to go for it. She stepped into the establishment and discovered much to her amazement that they could take her in about fifteen minutes. All you girls know what a miracle that was so we insisted that we didn't mind waiting with her. Alex certainly didn't mind. He just sat beside her holding her hand until they called her up. He appeared so enamored with her he would have probably sat with her contentedly at the gates of hell. I sat and amused myself by spreading my legs beneath my ultra short skirt and flashing my split bald beaver at the various customers and hair dressers. I received every kind of reaction from big smiles to expressions of disgust to lustful gazes. One young woman rubbed her tongue all across the outside of her mouth. I took that to be a yes to my question. Now if I had hair halfway down to my ass, I wouldn't have been considering having it cut; although I understood Dorothy's predicament. She had had all that for years and years tied up in pig tails and now all of the sudden she had to take care of it, washing and brushing it completely out every night. It can become a major pain in the ass, let me tell you. After Dorothy was called up to the chair by the stylist, I leaned over and spoke to Alex. "Look, I don't mean to embarrass you, but I need to ask. What was that raw spot I saw on the head of your penis?" Well, of course it did embarrass him as I could tell from his sudden excessive blushing, his glancing away, and his defensive answer. "It's not any kind of disease sore or anything." "Oh, I know that or I wouldn't have touched you with 'Spoony's' cunt. Haha!" That was a name that Betty sometimes referred to Hillary as, because Hillary wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer – in fact, she's a spoon! That helped to loosen the young man up some and he was able to tell me. "Please don't tell Dorothy because I think it will hurt her feelings, but I guess her pubic hair is so long and thick that it was rubbing on me somehow," Alex explained. "Oh, okay," I replied. "Well, I'm glad I asked. I can help out there." The young man blanched. "No, no," he protested. "Please don't say anything." "Don't worry," I insisted. "I won't mention you and it won't hurt her feelings at all." "Well, okay," Alex responded still sounding doubtful. I grinned at him. "You can trust me, you know." The handsome young man laughed and said, "I always have, Sara. You know that." Right then Dorothy approached us, her appointment with the stylist being finished. "Hi, what are you guys talking about so seriously?" she asked. "Secrets," I smiled. I thought Alex was gonna choke to death right then. He must have swallowed abruptly down his wind pipe in his surprised reaction to my response and he coughed and coughed. Dorothy and I began pounding on his back. "Alright, alright, stop," he pleaded. "I'm okay. Goddamn, I thought you all were trying to kill me." "Mwahaha!" I laughed. "Oh, your hair looks awesome!" I complimented Dorothy. I wasn't just saying that. A lot of times when people get their hair styled it just looks awful for awhile but you of course tell them it looks great, but in Dorothy's case it did look fine. Her hair still hung down to her shoulders and was cut very attractively. I really think she appeared even hotter. When she asked us if we were ready to move on in the mall, Alex and I quickly agreed. We hadn't walked very far at all when we came upon Santa Claus in his large chair talking to children. You know how these store Santas are usually old winos and guys like that? Well this one was really different, to say the least. I had just happened to be there one evening when he came into the mall just before he was due to go on duty and I espied the Santa Claus suit he was carrying with him in a dry cleaning bag. This guy was a real hottie, let me tell you. He was six feet tall, had bleached blond fairly long hair, was incredibly handsome and was fairly slim. He looked to be in his early twenties and was probably a college student. I had wanted to meet him but I could see he was in a hurry so I couldn't stop him right then. Here was the perfect opportunity. The line appeared pretty long, so I told Alex and Dorothy they should continue on their mall expedition and I would wait there. It might have been me, but they didn't seem very disappointed to lose my company. They quickly agreed and went on their way. I stood at the end of the long line filled with children of all ages and parents holding babies. Nobody paid the slightest bit of attention to me. Sometimes it is helpful to be as short as I am. Santa had a helper, a pretty young woman elf who placed a end of line sign behind me. It connoted that I would be the last person on that particular night that might talk with St. Nick. This was because it was growing very close to the mall time for closing. This was perfect for what I had in mind. By the time I reached the head of the line most of the stores had already closed, but of course the mall itself was still open. Alex and Dorothy had come up and were standing off to the side glancing up at me once in awhile from their intensely personal conversation. Santa called me while motioning with his hand, "Come on up, little girl. It's growing late and Santa wants to get back home to the North Pole. Ho! Ho! Ho!" This guy was extremely corny, but of course that was part of his job. There was absolutely no one around except for my friends as I stepped forward and sat down on Santa's lap as the Elf woman was flitting from here to there preparing their leaving. "Don't be shy, little girl. Tell Santa what you want for Christmas." I wiggled my ass significantly on his lap. I immediately felt him harden under those flannel Santa pants. "Um, don't do Santa like that. Just tell him what you want for Christmas." I swear his voice had gone up several octaves. I wiggled once more on his lap and could feel his prick sticking up beneath me. I leaned back until my lips were touching his right ear and I whispered, "What's your name?" "Derek," he answered back, "And quit screwing around here. I could lose my job." "We're not gonna be doing any screwing, at least not right now," I quipped. "Ho! Ho! Ho! That's funny, little girl. Just tell Santa what you want for Christmas," Derek replied loudly in that false bass voice. I whispered once more, "I want your big massive prick up my twat. What do you think of that?" "Yeah, that'd be nice," he whispered back. "Okay, little girl," he spoke aloud. "I'll see what I can do. Make sure and leave Santa your address so he can find your house on Christmas Eve." Mwahaha! He thought he was finished with me for the time being. How little did he realize at that point. When I began to stand up, Derek naturally assumed I was leaving and he shifted his huge Santa trousers in an effort to cover his embarrassing erection. Instead of standing up, I shifted around so my position was much better to reach down his pants when I sat back down on his lap. As soon as I reseated myself, I reached down inside of his elastic waist band past all the padding they made Derek wear to appear rotund and groped his erection. "Ooh!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?" I began to stroke as much as his huge penis as I could as it lay inside his trousers. "What'd you thinking I'm doing? I'm beating you off, Santa, hehe," I whispered in his ear. "Please," he groaned. "Don't, I have to be at work at nine in the morning and there won't be any time to have my costume drycleaned if it got stained." "Okay," I murmured. That was all the excuse I needed to hear! Slightly rising up for a second, I pulled his red pants and jockey shorts down to his knees liberating his long erection to the mall air. I noticed that the elf lady's eyes had grown wide in surprise but she also wore a smirking smile on her pretty face. I began to seriously work my other hand up and down on his hard prick. From where I sat it looked to be between six and a half to seven inches in length. 'Long enough to please me,' I thought with a giggle. I hadn't been doing him very long at all when Derek began to groan louder and louder and twitching his hips up and down in a very good simulation of the sexual act, that's how good I was causing him to feel. "Oh God!" he cried out, finally causing Alex and Dorothy to glance up at us from their conversation. They probably couldn't believe their own eyes as they observed me sitting on Santa's lap jerking him off when suddenly his cum began to shoot straight up in the air. The elfin young woman laughed to see such sport. I needed to remember her, I told myself. To save him from his dreaded worry of staining his Santa trousers, I lowered my head and finished him with my mouth. He tasted real sweet too. Then when Derek had finished his climaxing and my mouth was dripping with his cum, I plastered a big kiss on him snaking my tongue way deep into his mouth. I figured he should have some of it back. The whole scene was so fucking hot I'm surprised I didn't orgasm myself, but I was dripping wet. I realized Derek knew I was wet because I wasn't wearing any panties. I tucked his long dong back down inside of his pants and helped him to pull them up to make himself decent again. Nothing would ever make me decent again – mwahaha! As I stood up from his lap, Santa in a complete surprise to me stuck his hand up under my short skirt. In a second he had located my clit and was manipulating it as hard and as fast as he could. Oh my God! It was all that I could do not to scream with pleasure. I stood watching my friends and the still interested elf who was smiling at me as Derek worked my clit as it were a toggle switch. I couldn't help but yell, because it just felt so Goddamn good, as the cum began to cascade from me on to his hand, but at least I was appropriate. I called out "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night," which set everyone to laughing, eventually myself included. The entire scene of Santa Claus manipulating my clit in the now emptied mall in front of my friends and Santa's helper seemed to take on a surrealistic quality to me and it was all I could to maintain my footing as my orgasm continued to gush from me. Jesus, it was a veritable flood as Derek kept pushing my one note over and over in what turned out to be one of my largest sexual crescendo's of all time or at least it was up to that point in my life. I finally finished creaming all over his hand and wrist. There was so much cum it was running down my legs. God! It was great, it was so nasty. It was then the entire situation proved to be too much for me physically and I would have collapsed to the mall floor if Derek had not held me up by clamping his hand firmly over my twat. Damn, that felt hot too! He stood up behind and pulled me into him in an embrace. "That was great, thanks," I murmured to him. "My pleasure," he smiled down at me. We made plans to meet on the following night after he got off work and I gave him a kiss goodbye. Turning, I waved and smiled at the elf helper who did the same and then I shouted out to my friends to come on and we walked from the mall. On the way out they didn't say a word. I wonder why? The upshot of it all was Dorothy and Alex made a date for the following evening and then he gave us a ride to my house. Dorothy was staying at my house overnight as classes were already out for Christmas holiday. Entering the house, we luckily skated right up the stairs past my family gathered around our Christmas tree singing hideously offkey Christmas carols. Haha! What a bad joke. They called for us to join them and we waved as if they were greeting us. Instead of entering my bedroom, I pulled my friend into the bathroom and locked the door behind us. She was looking at me all wild-eyed, God knows what she thought I was gonna do to her, but I imagine she was more than a little put out when I ordered her to drop her skirt and panties on to the bathroom floor. Sometimes if I was little too brusque I think Dorothy would become frightened of me and I think this was one of those times because she just complied with what I wanted and stepped out of her skirt and underwear. She probably thought I was demanding sex, but I wouldn't have led her to the bathroom to do that. I don't have any of that kind of confusion – you know, between bathroom procedures and sexual tendencies. I have to admit though she looked sexy as hell standing there dressed only in her blouse and shoes. No wonder men might find that attractive, I sure did; although that wasn't what we were there for. If I was looking for loving, I would have suggested my bed – I'm weird that way. Using Krista as my role model, I explained to Dorothy what I wanted to do and, I suppose using me as her role model, Dorothy explained she wanted to appear just as I did. So taking the tiny scissors and cutting her pubic hair back as much as possible, I then shaved the rest of it off for her until all the area around her precious little cunt hole was as bald as a baby's butt. You know Dorothy by now, she was blushing like crazy until I told her she looked incredibly sexy and then she planted a big kiss on my lips. We quickly ducked into my bedroom so no one would observe my friend's half nakedness, but it turned out we didn't have to. They were still downstairs caterwauling. I told Dorothy to take her blouse and bra off to keep them fresh for the next day and I would get her a night gown. Hehe, I don't wear any, but she didn't know that then. As soon as she had stripped off, I snapped her picture. Man, was she pissed. I hugged and kissed her to calm her down and then we turned off the lights and crawled into my bed nude. We hugged and cuddled, it was great. Don't miss the next chapter and my adventures with Santa on Christmas Eve. Mwahaha! Hillary Hagg's After School Job Part2: Hillary’s After School Job Three weekday evenings a week and every other weekend Hillary worked at a clothing store called Ups and Downs. Hillary absolutely hated to work, but because her mother refused to give her money to buy the things she needed to make her Renaissance Faire costume and other things she liked to make, she had to work. The job of selling clothing only paid minimum wage, but it was better than nothing at all. And right now she desperately needed cash if she was going to be able to complete the dress she was making for the prom. Tom was sure to forget all about Allison when he saw Hillary in her new creation! The young woman leaned against an overfull clothing rack, staring into space as she always did. She was supposed to be dusting and straightening the racks, but Hillary saw no point, as they would only get messed up when customers came into the store. And besides, the manager, Sara, was out on her dinner break so it was okay for her to slack off. Smiling to herself, she thought about how she'd tricked Allison that afternoon. Everyone thought Allison was so smart; probably the smartest girl in school, so Hillary was very proud of her deception. Serves her right! she thought, suppressing a snicker. By rights Tom should be hers. She'd bagged him long before he'd ever noticed Allison. "Excuse me," a voice cut through Hillary's selfish thoughts. She turned to see a young woman with an armload of clothing. "What do you want?" snapped Hillary, annoyed that the pretty young woman dared interrupt her moment of happiness. What was worse, the dress on the top of the girl's pile was the one that Hillary wanted and was the last one in her size! Because of store policy employees weren't allowed to put things on hold, and Hillary wouldn't have the cash for the dress until Friday. She'd done her best to hide it behind some particularly ugly dresses that no one even looked twice at, but this girl had apparently found it anyway. "Do you work here?" the young woman asked. "No, I'm just hanging around for no good reason," the young salesclerk answered snidely. If anyone who worked with Hillary had heard her response, they wouldn't have been surprised at all. They would have known that she always worked under the principle - the customer is always wrong; although the pretty young consumer was shocked to have been answered in such a haughty manner, and was also instantly infuriated. "Well excuse me, but I wondered as I didn't notice you doing even the slightest modicum of work since I entered the store," she snapped in return. "That's no concern of yours, and besides most people would notice that I'm wearing a name tag," Hillary answered in her especially whiny voice that she used when she was feeling frustrated. "Oh, let me see," the young customer answered and leaned over still holding her armload of clothing. "What's that say?" she spoke while making a big production out of peering at the nametag. "Hillassy? Or is that Whorary?" Hillary flushed angrily, but for once held her temper…and her tongue. "Is there something I could possibly help you with?" she asked in a supercilious tone. "Yes, there is," the girl answered in an equally snotty voice. "Is there a limit on how many items I can take into the dressing rooms?" "No, there isn't, but you would have known that if you had taken the time to read the sign at the front counter. But I hope you're not thinking of trying on that dress on top," Hillary continued while reaching out and attempting to remove it from the customers arms. The young woman straightened up and attempted to step back. "Oh, why is that, may I ask?" "Because it would accentuate your already heavy looking body. In fact, if you were to wear that, I would advise you to wear a sign that says - don't attack me. I'm not Godzilla." And Hillary again attempted to wrest the dress away, this time a little more forcefully. "Why you," the young woman sputtered and she tried to maintain hold of the dress. It was here that Hillary made her unfortunate tactical mistake when she pulled on the dress even harder. Besides ripping the dress completely asunder, the young customer was thrown on to the floor face first. What Hillary didn't realize at the time, the young woman, whose name was Peggy, was a black belt in Karate and booked no physical molestation from anyone, ever. Hillary was furious that the outfit had been ruined due to the customer's stubbornness and turned to her and sarcastically asked, "Ooh, did you hurt your widdle face?" In the time it took to blink an eye Peggy was on her feet. WHAP! Her palm connected with Hillary's freckled face. "No, but you did!" hissed Peggy. "That's it! I'm calling security!" screeched Hillary; her face turning as deep red as her cheaply dyed hair. She tried to barge past the infuriated customer, but to no avail. Peggy was too quick for Hillary and immediately twisted her into a headlock and began dragging her back toward the dressing rooms. Hillary attempted to struggle but Peggy kept her well under control. "As it seems your manager is not around," said Peggy calmly, "I will have to be the one to teach you a lesson." And then opening the door, she shoved Hillary into the stall. "Wh-what are you going to do?" asked Hillary, cowering into a corner. In response Peggy said nothing but ripped off Hillary's white cotton blouse in one swift, graceful motion. Then without pausing she bent down and yanked off Hillary’s horrid square-toed platform boots that she wore with everything. An acrid smell immediately filled the enclosed area. "Oh! That's disgusting!" growled Peggy. "Don't you know how to bathe, you filthy little beast?" Hillary just whimpered from her corner. Next came Hillary's pants. Peggy grabbed them by the legs and pulled, flipping Hillary upside down and cracking her head against the side of the booth. Although there was nothing inside to damage, it knocked Hillary out for a few minutes. When the young woman awakened she found herself completely naked and alone in the dressing stall. Peggy had stripped Hillary of all clothing including her panties and bra. Her clothes were gone and all that was left of them was the pile of toilet paper, which had been stuffed into her bra (she'd used a whole roll that day!). Peeking out, Hillary saw that several customers were browsing the shop. And worse, Sara had just returned from her break with an ice cream sundae the size of Hillary's head. Sara stopped short when she noticed the clothing strewn all over the floor, the ripped dress, and that Hillary was nowhere to be seen. "Hillary!" bellowed Sara, startling the customers. One rather timid young woman ran from the store. Hillary, now terrified, closed the door of the stall, hoping that Sara would not look for her there. Seeing no way out of her predicament but to run, Hillary began wrapping herself in the toilet paper in an attempt to cover her flabby nakedness. Having done the best she could, Hillary bolted out of the stall and past Sara who was so startled she dropped her ice cream. It hit the floor with a loud FLOP and sent its contents in a circular pattern around it, completely covering many articles of clothing. Unfortunately Hillary was not quick in any sense of the word. Sara reached out and grasped a handful of her nappy red hair causing the younger woman's head to snap back. Hillary lost her balance and fell backwards landing flat on her ass. The manager immediately pulled Hillary back to a standing position by her hair. "What the HELL do you think you are doing, Hillary?" Sara barked. Unfortunately for all bystanders the makeshift toilet paper dress veritably disintegrated around her. Hillary was too busy trying to cover her nakedness with her hands to answer Sara's question. Sara began to push Hillary toward her office. Once in there, Sara stood at the door keeping her eyes on the customers to assure that no merchandise was stolen. Of course this meant that not only could everyone hear what Sara was saying to Hillary, but also her nakedness was still in full view. Several young men who'd been attracted by the commotion had entered the store for a quick peak, but immediately lost interest and departed when they saw how hideously ugly Hillary was. "I don't want to know what you think you are doing, but you will no longer be doing it in my store!" said Sara. "You are not only fired, but your paycheck will be withheld in order to pay for all the merchandise you destroyed!" "But it wasn't my fault!" whined Hillary, "Oh please! What do you take me for, a fool?" snapped Sara. "I've seen how you expose yourself for the sake of attention. This is apparently one of your acts. Do you have a crush on one of the security guards now?" "No! Really! It was a customer, she-" "Enough! Get out of my store!" Sara pointed toward the exit imperiously. Hillary looked around in panic. "But I have no clothes. I can't go out like this!" Sara rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said in an exasperated manner. Grabbing a roll of garbage bags she tore one off and handed it to Hillary. "Here, now get OUT!" The garbage bag was of the clear type used for security purposes in stores to prevent theft, and so did little to hide Hillary's nudity. But having no other choice, Hillary ripped a hole in the bottom of the bag for her head. Then slipping it over her head, she grabbed her handbag from Sara's desk (thank god she still had that) and ran for the exit. Just as she was about to exit the store Hillary saw her favorite boots sitting on the clearance shoe rack. She assumed the girl must have distributed the rest of her clothes around the store, too. But Hillary didn’t bother to look. She grabbed her precious footwear and ran, praying to make it to her car without any more trouble. But Hillary's prayer was not to be answered this day. Just moments before Hillary came tearing around the bend to pass the fountain; a child had dropped a banana peel. Not looking where she was going, Hillary stepped on it and went sliding for several yards before SPLASH! She landed face first in the fountain. Sputtering and coughing Hillary attempted to pull herself from the water. Unfortunately she had not ripped armholes in the garbage bag, and this impeded her ability to extricate herself from the slimy water. Attempting to ignore the shouts of disgust by all the mall shoppers as she ripped the bag off herself, thereby exposing her nudity to everyone once again, Hillary tried to climb from the pool. This time she slipped on the sheet of algae growing on the floor of the fountain. "Slut!" "Whore!" "Someone should call the police!" "How about the dog pound instead?" The insults assaulted Hillary from all around her. Tears filled her eyes and her vision began to swim. She felt just about to faint when she felt a strong arm reach out and support her. Thankful, she clung to it and allowed the person to assist her from the fountain. Stepping up out of the pool and dripping wet, Hillary began to offer her thanks and then stopped. Leering down at her was Charles with a malicious look on his face. Charles Reardon was the biggest, meanest, blackest security guard anyone had ever known. Having been fired from the police force for abuse of power, Charles took his mall job far too seriously. He resented having to work as a "rent-a-cop", and therefore was cold and rude to every mall employee. The owners of the mall would not fire him, however, for he was the only security guard who actually had the gall to apprehend shoplifters and so, he was able to get away with abusing his position. "Well, well, Hillary, what are you doing running around the mall without any clothes on? I think I’ll have to call the police and have you arrested for indecent exposure." He grinned at her, his huge, muscular hand still wrapped around her elbow. "Oh p-please don't!" cried Hillary, "It'll never happen again!" Hillary realized that because she was now eighteen she wouldn’t receive a mere slap on the wrist as she did when she was a minor. This could mean real prison time! "Well, I would like to believe you... but I can't just let you go. It's against mall policy. I could lose my job... so it looks like I MUST call the police." "Oh please, Charles. Don't," she pleaded. "I'll do anything!" "Hmmm..." He began dragging her to the mall security office. "Anything, you say?" Pulling the naturally stunned Hilary into the office, Charles shut and then locked the door behind them. The office was simply furnished having a desk and chair and a green couch on the far wall. Upon the desk resided a two-way radio for contact with the other security guards and a telephone. Charles proceeded to force Hillary down to her knees in front of him in the center of the room. “Suck me off,” he commanded tersely. “And you better do a good job if you want to get out of here without me calling the cops.” The very sight of Hillary’s ugly mug usually disgusted Charles, but he was never one to overlook a pig in the poke, so to speak. He figured he could always close his eyes and imagine that it was Halle Berry who had her velvet lips wrapped around his huge Johnson. With trembling hands, Hillary was attempting to unfasten Charles’ belt in order to pull his trousers down. It wasn’t that she minded providing the large black man with a blowjob, in fact she enjoyed giving blow jobs; particularly when it helped her get her way. Hillary was just very frightened of Charles’ mean tempered reputation. What might happen to her if she accidentally scraped him with her jagged teeth? “Snap it up!” Charles brusquely ordered. “I ain’t got all day and besides I need to do my rounds in a minute.” As if to emphasize his point, the large security officer pushed his trousers and boxer shorts down to the floor, liberating his massive erection, which sprang up into Hillary’s face. The stark naked, but still ugly, young woman immediately took as much of Charles’ prick as she could into her mouth. He was so large she could only take into her mouth about half of his prick and Hillary began to suckle him as quickly as possible. “Take it all!” the large black man directed, while grabbing the back of Hillary’s head and cramming all of his eleven inches into her mouth. It was actually tickling the back of the young woman’s throat, thereby inducing her gag reflex. Hillary began retching, while thinking, Oh please don’t make me puke. She was rather dim-witted, but even Hillary had sufficient native intelligence to realize Charles wouldn’t appreciate her barfing on him. Thankfully, as far as the ex-salesclerk was concerned, Charles began to twitch his hips more and more in anticipation of his impending orgasm. Hillary quickly extradited her lips from his spasming penis, but not fast enough to avoid catching Charles’ massive load of cum fully in her face. For the second time that day, she was dripping with cum from her face and hair. As he was now finished with his orgasm, Charles reached down and pulled up his trousers and boxer shorts. He completed dressing by tucking away his now wilting, but still impressive, Johnson. “Get up!” Charles exclaimed, rudely yanking Hillary to her feet. “You’re…you’re gonna let me go now – right?” stammered the young woman. “No, I’m not finished with you yet, not by a long shot.” “But you said you’d let me go,” Hillary wailed. “Haha! Well, I lied,” Charles chortled. “Since I’m not calling the police on you, I still think you should be punished for running around the mall without any clothes on. I mean, you might take into your head to try it again later, if I allow you to skate on this.” “Oh no, no!” Hillary protested. “I never would, this was all a mistake. It wasn’t my fault.” “So you say now, but I don’t believe you. Now come on,” Charles ordered, snapping his regulation handcuffs around her wrists. Pulling the still totally nude young woman back out into the mall proper, Hillary began kicking and screaming all the way. This was an unfortunate decision on her part, as it was calling attention to her plight from all over the immediate area of the mall. Charles decided that this small crowd wasn’t large enough to witness Hillary’s humiliation on the grand scale that he desired. Unclipping his two-way communicator from his waistband, Charles flipped on the mall intercom and announced, “Attention, shoppers. A young woman has been apprehended attempting to streak through the mall naked. In order to avoid the police becoming involved, she has agreed to suffer any punishment I deign to mete out. Please join us, if you’re interested, at the front entrance to the mall.” By the time Hillary was dragged, struggling, to the front Mall entrance, a large crowd had all ready gathered. She saw that the crowd consisted not only of pre-teenage boys, but also many faces she recognized from school… including Tabitha Pester. When Hillary saw Tabitha’s gloating face she began to sob loudly, hoping Charles would take pity on her. Unfortunately, the waterworks only managed to increase Charles’ malevolence. Still dripping with water and cum, Hillary shivered in the cool spring evening breeze. She was trying desperately to cover her body with her arms, but to no avail. At this moment she was wishing for any covering, even the garbage bag that was now floating in the mall fountain. Charles raised his hand for the crowd to quiet. “Quiet please! Quiet!” he bellowed in a voice that could silence the rainforest during mealtime. ”As many of you might know, this is Hillary. We have had many problems with Hillary over the past year of her working here, and this streaking incident is the last straw.” A movement out of the corner of her eye caused Hillary to turn her head. Her stomach turned over several times when she saw the newest onlooker was the customer who’d been the cause of all her troubles. She began to cry all the harder, if that were even possible. Charles went on, “We here at Ben Dover Memorial Mall prefer to avoid calling the police whenever possible because we think they have more important things to do than arresting little brats who think it’s fun to disturb the shopping pleasure of our patrons.” Agreeable murmurs moved through the crowd. “So, what do you all think?” asked Charles pulling his nightstick from his belt, “Ten strokes?” Hillary’s jaw dropped. Another small murmur of excitement emerged from the crowd. Oh no, she thought wondering if she could make a run for it. “Not enough? How about fifteen?” The murmur became a small cheer. Hillary tried to protest, but her voice was lost in the growing commotion. “How about… twenty?” The cacophony that emerged from the small crowd would have rivaled that of any bar on Super Bowl Sunday. Charles laughed heartily. “Twenty it is!” He grasped Hillary around the waist, turned her so her fat ass was facing the crowd and bent her over. When the wood bat made connection with her dimply, cottage cheese bottom Hillary screamed, but her scream was drowned out by the crowd calling out “ONE!” CRACK! The nightstick slammed into Hillary’s ass again. She screeched. “Two!” the crowd screamed out. Charles was merciless, giving Hillary no time between swats to catch her breath. SMACK! “THREE!” WHAP! “FOUR!” SWAP! “FIVE!” By the time Hillary had received the fifth stroke she was choking on her own tears. By the time the nineteenth stroke came Hillary’s legs had given out on her and she was hanging limply in Charles’ massive arm. WHAM! “TWENTY!” screamed the crowd, going absolutely wild. Not wanting to touch Hillary for any longer than he had to, Charles dropped Hillary to the sidewalk like a sack of refuse. She landed with a loud SPLAT. This time she didn’t even bother to scream. The pain of her abused ass was overwhelming, and she wondered if any of the welts had begun to bleed. Hillary Hagg's After School Job She lay there for many minutes trying to get her breath before someone tilted her head up and a flash bulb popped in her face. Then Charles dragged her to her feet. “I have a picture of you right here. Consider yourself informed that if you ever set foot onto this property again you will be detained and the cops WILL be called.” He unlocked her handcuffs, and then he shoved her soaked handbag and boots that someone had fished from the fountain into her hands. (Incidentally the one who had been so kind was a janitor that everyone called “Chin” as he had no chin at all, having blown it off in a botched attempted suicide. He took pity on Hillary because both of them were extremely ugly and he wanted her to have a way to get home. He was also at the back of the crowd taking pictures that he would hang on his wall and use for jack-off material, so his act of kindness was being well rewarded as far as he was concerned.) Hillary nodded, clutching her bag to her breasts, more for comfort than to hide her nudity at this point. The last thing she saw as she ran for her car was Tabitha and that girl who was the cause of her woes (Peggy) standing together, laughing and pointing at the huge red welts and purple bruises on Hillary’s ass as it jiggled by. Hillary Strips to Get Raises All Characters over 18 yrs of Age Originally posted elsewhere under a slightly different pen name. "Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!" ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) Hillary was nervously pacing. "Why are you so nervous?" I asked. "You look great. But I have to admit I don't understand your wanting to wear that overcoat while you wait. Nobody else is!" I gestured at the half naked women wandering around the cramped quarters back stage at the strip club. "Well, I just want to take these girls by surprise. This is the finals! If they knew what I looked like they might dance better or something. I just want to have as much an advantage as I can. If they think I'm shy or don't have a good body that's just fine with me!" Why they would think that, since Hillary had finished second only to last years winner in her preliminary contest, was a question I didn't bother to ask. "I go next to last so I'll have a good chance to judge the competition! I really want to win. Now go out front and cheer for me when I come out. I want to get everything I can from this crowd! Just think how large I could become after tonight! I'm going to have the biggest, firmest set of boobs in the world!" She was practically crowing! She pushed me down the steps and into the audience. This was a new, competitive side to Hillary that I had not seen before. I wasn't sure if I liked it. The whole bar was crowded with guys drinking and talking as loud as they could. The manager had told me that it was a full house - 250 people. Wet t-shirt contests still packed them in he said. There were eight girls competing in this final event. Hillary was going to be the seventh contestant. Last year's winner was going to be the last dancer. Place of pride as past winner, I supposed. The club MC, a short chubby guy, was in charge of dousing each girl with water to make the t-shirt transparent. He did this with a seltzer bottle and a lot of kidding around, asking the girls their name, measurements and usually a gag question or two like a beauty contest MC. The first girl was a short, bleach bottle blond who claimed to be 36-24-36 with nothing much to recommend her except an unusually large, firm butt which she treated as her best asset. Despite this being a wet t-shirt contest, it was her butt that she shook in the judges faces more than anything else. The second girl a brunette, was about my height, claimed to be 37-25-36 and had a nice set of firm 'C' cup titties that jiggled nicely when she bounced around the stage. She got a lot of applause. The rest of the girls were all pretty. Several seemed to have had boob jobs and all played up to the audience and judges. Except for the first girl, all of them had dispensed with the t-shirt before they had left the stage. The level of applause seemed to be about the same for all of the girls. None of them seemed to really get any more or less applause. Each contestant got two songs or five minutes which ever came first. They smiled, they teased a little, they took off their t-shirts toward the end of the second song they danced to. The only girl who really got some enthusiastic applause had a really mobile pair of loosely slung 38's who bounced and wobbled all over the place. She also licked her own nipples toward the end of her performance, which garnered a lot of enthusiastic hoots from the guys. When Hillary bobbled out onto the stage I thought the MC was going to drop the seltzer bottle. Like several of the girls before, Hillary had tied the t-shirt into a knot to tighten it around her boobs. Unlike the others, Hillary had tied hers in the back so that there was nothing to impede the view of her unbelievably immense breasts and taut stomach. Her short shorts were so tight they were trying to crawl up into her cunt when she walked. At her entrance the crowd got so quiet you could have heard a promise break. Then they roared their approval! None of the guys had ever imagined, let alone seen a woman built like Hillary! In the t-shirt it was evident that her breasts were many times larger than any of the other girls. And they did not sag in the slightest despite their mammoth size. As she stood towering over the MC Hillary smiled at the audience, blew kisses and swiveled about to show off her incredible figure. As he had with all the others, the MC waited for the crowd to quiet to introduce Hillary. It took a long time and finally he tired of waiting for the cheers and yells to stop. Instead he announced Hillary, and asked her her measurements which she responded to by saying with a wicked grin, "Incredibly big, 26, 36! I really have a hard time keeping track. I'm still a growing girl!" The crowd hooted and yelled appreciatively! "And what would you like to do for our audience if you win tonight?" the MC asked. "The whole audience? You'd wear me out!" Another howl from 250 throats. "How about if I let you," she chucked the MC under the chin, "measure just how big I am?" More howls from the audience. Some were already yelling for her to take it off! The MC was grinning like an idiot as he raised the almost empty seltzer bottle to douse Hillary's chest. "I think you may need more than that little bottle to cover all of me!" Hillary smiled as he emptied the first bottle and grabbed another one to finish the job. As soon as she was wet thru and thru, Hillary pranced to the very front of the dance area and began to tease the audience. I could just make out the pendant and it's crystal under her shirt. Unlike the other dancers who gave most of their attention to the judges, Hillary played entirely to the audience. She shimmied, she shook, she swayed to the music. When ever she walked from one spot to another it was with a high stepping prance that set her boobs to bouncing and lunging under the t-shirt. Every one in the audience could plainly see her small but erect nipples moving under the shirt as her breasts caromed and rebounded. Almost at once her pendant bounced out from under her t-shirt. Hillary would stop in front of a particularly loud group and would shimmy her shoulders while leaning back and then leaning forward, shaking her bodacious boobs at the audience. She would step to just within reach of a man, offer one or the other tit and then dance out of reach with a tinkling laugh. It was obvious that she was enjoying the teasing and sense of control that she enjoyed over the audience. I could see her pendant sparkling in the light Just before the first song ended she reached behind her back and loosened the knot holding her shirt tight to her body. When the shirt fell free from the knot it still clung to her boobs like a second skin but the bottom hem swung down below her crotch. With a grin and a wink Hillary grasped the hem of the shirt and slowly peeled it up until she held it just below the level of her tits. As the music faded between songs she quickly pulled the material up above her breasts and gave the audience a flashing look at her boobs before covering up just as quickly. The crystal was glowing warmly. The howls from the audience were rafter shaking! As the second song began its pulsing rhythm Hillary gathered all of the loose material in front of her, twisted it into long rope, stuck it under the shirt and pulled it up between her boobs. She then gripped the end of the rope in her mouth. The fabric was pulled even tighter than before and seemed to cup and lift her breasts slightly. It looked just like she was sucking on a large cloth dick that was projecting through her immense cleavage! Hillary ran both hands up and down the rope of cloth miming the act of masturbation. I had thought the noise level was as loud as it could get. I was wrong. I could just barely hear the pulse of music from the sound system. She squeezed both boobs together so that the rope disappeared between her breasts while her mouth came down, swallowing the "cock" until her face was mashed into her cleavage. She pulled back up, ran her tongue around the tip of the cloth. I recognized some of her favorite moves from the bedroom! The pendant was sparkling brightly now. After a few moments of this action Hillary got down to what the audience wanted and what she had most anticipated. She turned her back to the audience, slowly bent over from the waist, and while twitching her butt at the staring eyes of the roomful of men, removed the t-shirt. Her breasts bounced out, entirely blocking any view of her upside down face. Quickly she stood upright, still facing away from the crowd of leering patrons and tossed the t-shirt away. Her hands went to her boobs and her arms came up so her elbows were above the level of her shoulders. While smiling over her shoulder, first one way and then the other,she pressed her hands into her boobs. This caused great swells of flesh to squeeze out to the sides. Posing like this, as she switched her hips left and right, she was displaying more breast to the audience than any of the other girls had shown while facing them! Turning slowly, she presented a profile view, her fingertips just cupping her nipples. Her hands were over a foot away from her chest and seemed dwarfed by the huge mounds of flesh that jutted arrogantly from her shoulders as she completed her turn to face the audience. Her crystal was shining with an internal light that rivaled the spotlights shining on Hillary. Smiling gently, Hillary gripped her nipples and slowly, sensuously, rubbed each breast against the other. Every man in the crowd was imagining that his dick was being massaged in the chasm-like cleavage being flaunted in front of them. As the music's tempo increased, Hillary dropped her hands away from her chest. Twitching her shoulders, Hillary shimmied and shook her breasts while prancing from one side of the dance area to another. Her boobs wobbled and flexed. While standing in one place Hillary would bounce on her heels causing her mams to rise and fall, rise and fall until, on the upswing they came even with her chin and covered her navel on the downswing! Through it all Hillary had a big smile on her face. Her pride and confidence glowed on her face. The crowd response was fantastic as the music finally ended. Hillary curtsied, cupped her mammoth left breast in both hands and tried to kiss the nipple with a flickering tongue, then did the same with the right breast. She turned, bent at the waist to pick up her shirt, and flounced off the stage to the continued roars and yells from the audience. Several minutes passed before the MC announced that the contest was over. Apparently last years winner had refused to go on after seeing Hillary's performance. It was apparent that Hillary had won as soon as all of the contestants came out for the final bow. She was the only one that had not redonned her shirt. Her posture was arrogantly proud, breasts thrusting outward, as she reentered the dance area. The crowd erupted into huge roars of acclaim.. The other contestants clustered several feet way from Hillary. Her prize was $1000.00 and a trophy. As the crowd continued to applaud and chant their approval the MC approached Hillary with a tape measure in hand. As the crowd started to quiet down that MC reached Hillary. Smiling proudly into his eyes as well as at the crowd, she lifted her arms, clasped her hands behind her neck and allowed the MC to put his arms around her to pass the tape from one hand to the other. In order to complete the pass the MC had to move close to Hillary. His face almost pressed into Hillary's cleavage. With some fumbling he was able to clasp each end of the tape and bring his hands around in front of Hillary. He was unable, however, to bring the ends of the tape together. Hillary's bust was larger than the tape by so much that it was difficult to estimate exactly how large the gap was. Well over six inches! Closer to a foot! "Folks, we're sorry. This is only a five foot tape. Our winner is well over sixty inches around the fullest part of her chest! Let's have a hand for Hillary! Biggest and best chest!" Hillary danced to two more songs, continuing to tease and tantalize all the guys who were by now throwing dollar bills at her. Later as we met backstage Hillary was still aglow from the experience. Her pendant's glow visible through her blouse. "Did you see me? Did you hear them? I won! I won! I have the biggest and prettiest breasts in town! None of the other girls even came close! I'm so proud of my self and these big beauties!" She hefted her boobs. "Hurry, lets go home. I need you tonight more than ever!" Fine with me, I was struggling with an erection that had started when she began dancing and was still there! When we got home she practically raped me. Her excitement led her from one peak of excitement to another. Her stamina and need were incredible! I had never seen her so excited. She crashed from one orgasm to another. I lost count sometime after her twelfth orgasm. Her dancing and teasing had made her so excited that I doubt that I was even necessary for her enjoyment as I sucked and fucked her throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning after. She insisted that we use every position. Her favorite of the night however was to, as she put it: "Fuck my prize winning boobs. Fuck these beautiful, immense breasts. Squirt your cum all over the biggest, prettiest boobs in town!" Over the next several weeks her breast expansion continued as she fed off of the excitement and pride that had been stored up in the crystal. As the time passed the glow faded slowly as her breasts gained size and weight. Her sexual excitement slowly tapered off too, to my relief. I guess you can get too much of a good thing! One day I entered the bedroom to find Hillary standing with one hand on the wall while she slowly swung one leg and then the other in front of her. "What's up, honey?" I asked. "Oh, Rich, hi. I'm just noticing. I suppose it's been like this for a while but it just struck me. See," she held her leg out in front of her. "I can see my foot! But not unless I hold it out here! I haven't really seen my feet in weeks! I always thought that was an exaggeration! But my boobs are so big and cover so much of me in front that unless I swing my legs out or hold my boobs away from each other when I'm naked, I never see my feet!" She seemed in good humor! "And God, I can't believe how heavy these are now," she said looking at herself in the mirror. "Yet they don't really bother me at all! All my measurements have remained the same except for my bust. I've put on over fifty pounds since this all started! It has to be boob flesh! My thighs, waist and hips are, if anything, just a little smaller than when I put on the pendant. "This morning, when I got up, I measured myself. Every day I'm getting a little bit bigger although the pendant isn't glowing anymore, really. I measured out at seventy-five inches and a fraction. But I think that might be a little deceiving. My boobs are actually a lot bigger now than last night! More than the eight inches on the tape would seem to indicate. They are so much larger from top to bottom. I mean, the volume has really increased but not my total circumference. See?" She hurried to her chest of drawers. Rummaging around in the second drawer, she removed a photo album. "Look at this too!" She commanded. "Just after I realized that I was going to have really gigantic boobs I started to keep a photo gallery of my progress." Sure enough, there were a dozen or more photos of Hillary in full face and profile standing in front of what looked like a white grid. What is all this? I asked. Well, I thought it would be a good idea to keep a really good record. So I took a sheet, drew six inch squares on it and tacked it to a pole. I hang the pole from those two hooks on the wall and take a Polaroid front and side every couple of days. You can really see how my development has progressed. She went to the closet and removed a pole and a camera tripod with a camera attached. I watched amazed as she hung the pole and placed the camera on a set of masking tape marks I'd never noticed next to her side of the bed. Pressing the timer, she stood up straight in front of the grid and proudly held her shoulders back as if at attention. Several seconds later, the flash went off and she reset it and turned sideways to the camera. I couldn't believe that she was going to all this trouble! She seemed to have obsessed on her breast size and growth much more than I had realized. "Here, now look," she instructed me as she compared the new photos with some in the album. "This is today and these are from three days ago. Look at the profile shots!" Her voice was filled with pride as she went on. "I have two of the largest breasts in the world! Look at the sheer bulk of these monsters!" Looking at her profile picture I could see what she meant. Where in the earlier shots the top slope of her breasts had swooped dramatically down and out to her nipple the picture she had just taken showed that the slope was less steep. Although the bottom of her breasts remained just even with her navel in both pictures, her breasts were now larger, top to bottom by several inches. In the front-on shots her "wingspan" had not changed at all! "See?" Hillary boasted. "Just because my measurement around the fullest part of the breast hasn't increased a lot, my boobs are, in fact, larger than before, much larger! Cup size measured as the difference between my largest circumference and my chest circumference isn't a true reflection of my size! "Today I measure seventy five and a fraction inches. And I weigh almost 180 pounds! That's four more pounds than yesterday! And 42 pounds more than when I started growing! And all in my boobs! There was a time when I worried about gaining weight, but no more! Forty inches, Rich, forty inches! That's how much I've increased my bust! If I had to get a bra in a store I'd have to ask for a 40.. um, let me see, 26 letters in the alphabet, 40 inches, less 26 is 14 is a "J". A 40 J cup bra, the J being the second time around the alphabet! Richard, no one has breasts this size! I'm past immense! I'm heroic! I'm so proud of my new look! "Yesterday when I put on my overcoat and left the apartment I noticed that my boobs brushed either door jam! Even within the confinement of a good bra and my coat! I don't really need a bra for uplift, just to keep from swinging so far to either side that I don't knock things over." "Rich, I'm thinking that I should take off the amulet now. What do you think?" She turned to me from the mirror where she had been examining herself. I was struck by the fact that you can adjust to almost anything in time. Looking at Hillary with fresh eyes I saw a tall, gorgeous young blonde standing in front of me. Her breasts started about three inches below her collarbone. They swelled out dramatically to the front and to the sides. The outer edges of her breasts were easily eight inches wider than her shoulders to each side - with out a bra - even though her cleavage was tight enough that a playing card would stay in place between her breasts. The lower, heaviest part of her breasts rested solidly just above her navel, while her still small nipples and dime sized aureoles looked almost invisible against the sweeping expanse of her boobs and were almost two-thirds of the way between her breast tops and the bottom of her breasts. Her nipples pointed up and slightly outward, resting jauntily on the upper swells of her incredibly large bosom. If she were to turn to the side I knew that her breasts would project almost two feet from her chest wall, more than tripling the depth of her rib cage. Hillary Strips to Get Raises We had, of course, made love the night before. She'd had a new wrinkle to try when I tit-fucked her. She had me stand in front of her while she sat on the edge of the bed. When she had mashed her tits together over my dick I had not even come close to touching bottom when fucking straight inward with my fourteen inch cock! "I doubt there is another woman alive who can hold a candle to you," I opined. "If I had thought you had large, lovely breasts before, well, words fail me. You are a walking wet dream for any one who likes really big tits!" "Jeez, when you talk like that I just want to drag you to bed!" she grinned. Her pendant had picked up a flickering glow again from my praise and her pride. "But, well, I don't want to be so big that I can't use a revolving door. And it's a near thing now. So..." She reached up and removed the pendant, not without some reluctance I thought. "I can always put it back on later I suppose.:" She slipped the necklace into her bedside drawer and drew me to the bed once again.