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Sophie's New Perversions Ch. 02

By: Bjorn Wild



This fantasy story is based very loosely on the comic "Sophie's Curious Perversions" by Von Gotha. That story took place in 1958 London. This one takes place in 2002, in Portland, Oregon. If you have not yet read the original "Sophie's New Perversions"you may want to do so to understand how Sophie got to where she is now.

Chapter 12: Sophie and Tracey Go Shopping

I had just awakened from my night of initiation into the Portland Oregon Virginity Elimination Society (POVES) and headed to the shower with my best friend Tracey.

As I started to soap up, I felt Tracey's hands come from behind me and begin soaping my breasts. I pushed her hands away and turned to face her, keeping her at arm's length. "You think just 'cause you corrupted me, you can touch me like that?"

"I'm sorry, Sophie," Tracey said with a pained expression, "I just thought....." 

"I don't care what you thought. We need to talk. What time is it anyway?"

"Just a little after 11:00 in the morning."

"11:00! My parents will kill me!" I was scared to death.

"Oh, don't worry. I called and left a message last night saying you'd be with me until Saturday evening."

"Well," I considered that information. "I guess that'll be OK since I sort of arranged it ahead." I thought a little more and then asked, "Now, how did you get me involved in all this?"

"Actually," Tracey answered, "I didn't nominate you. Someone else did. As new members, we can't make nominations for a year. I was only initiated two months before you." She paused while this sunk in. "I did however volunteer to help Uncle Brad with your case as soon as I knew, though. That was fun, don't you think?"

I hit her on the shoulder. "I bet you thought it was just hilarious to see me get all horny after I had been calling you names since school started. And why do you call him 'Uncle Brad', anyway?"

"Well, Sophie, he really is my uncle, my Mom's brother." Tracey smiled broadly, "It was a lot of fun to watch you realize you are every bit as horny and perverted as I am."

"Your mother's brother! Do they know about this?"

Tracey laughed, "You really were out of it last night. Dad fucked you and Mom ate his cum out of your pussy. You mean you don't remember? I guess having gone from basically a virgin to having about 30 cocks in one night was a little much."

"30?! Are you sure? You mean thirty different men fucked me last night?" I was feeling quite confused and dazed.

I was trying to remember, and a few faces came back. Tracey's parents were there! In fact he was pretty good and Tracey's Mom was great at eating pussy. Then I remembered seeing Mr. Randall, Sam, Harvey, Madam, Dr. Orney and Nurse Jessica. Then a strange realization came over my face. I had even seen old Dr. Benjamin and his wife! My god, my parents had no idea how many perverts there were around us.

I dropped my soap. I squatted down to get it and realized I was face to face with Tracey's wet pussy. I stuck my hand between her legs and she pressed down onto it. I looked up at Tracey and said, "Thanks for helping me Tracey." Then I put my face to her snatch and began to kiss and lick her pussy. Tracey sat back on the bench against the shower wall and as the water cascaded over us, I ate her beautiful twat. 

She had shaved all of her blonde pubic hair. I started on her bare mound and moved my tongue down to where my fingers were slipping in and out of her cunt and then back up her inner lips to find her nub. I nibbled and kissed and sucked at her clit. Then Tracey moved my head away and helped me get up to join her on the bench. I knew what she wanted to do and we were soon arranged in a 69 and enjoying each other sexually for the first time. When we had both had orgasms, we collapsed for several minutes in a heap with the soothing water cascading over our bodies.

Then we stood. This time I let her wash me and I did the same for her. It was extremely sensuous to feel her hands on my body and my hands on her body. This time though, it was just gentle and soothing and not really sexual, but quite loving. As we finished rinsing I kissed Tracey hard on the lips and let her tongue explore my mouth. Then I just whispered, "Thank you, Tracey," and held her with our breasts together. 

We stepped from the shower and dried off. Tracey dried my legs and I felt a tingle when she reached my crotch and gently dried my snatch and my ass. I returned the favor. We did not attempt to alleviate the sexual tension in the air, but just enjoyed the feeling.

My original school clothes, including my original bra and panties, were there. They had been cleaned and pressed. Tracey put them aside and handed me a bag with some other clothes in it. "Wear these instead." I pulled the items out of the bag and looked back inside.

"There's no bra!"

Tracey smiled as she put on very short skirt. "You don't need a bra today." She winked as she continued to get dressed.

We had identical outfits except for the color. My skirt was dark green and Tracey's was black. They were snug fitting and very short, about nine inches from waist to hem. Our tops were basically just suede vests. Mine was beige and hers was white. They didn't reach all the way around, but had a single giant safety pin right between the boobs to hold them closed. They didn't reach our skirts either, but left our middles bare. 

At first glance, the panties appeared to be just lacy, white, full cut bikinis, but as I put them on I realized the crotch had a slit in the middle. It ran from the waistband in the back almost to the waistband in the front. I put them on and examined the effect. The sides went up over my hips. The front was lacy, and my heart-shaped red bush barely showed through the gauzy material. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see the ass. It was lace too, but fit very snuggly.

Tracey showed me how to make them very effective. She had a tube of theatrical adhesive. She spread her legs and moved the panties open. She used the adhesive along the edges of the leg openings. With her legs together, they looked like regular, although very sexy, panties. With her legs apart, the panties spread open to bare her asshole and pussy. The slight bit of adhesive made them stay spread widely and not slip closed.

I did the same with the adhesive and admired the effect in the mirror. Tracey said, "Sit on that chair and take a look." I did and my underwear were visible under the short skirt. When I moved my legs slightly apart, they still covered my pussy with but a little hint of what it looked like. "Now spread your legs," Tracey suggested. I did as she said and the panties adhered to my inner thighs. The center opened revealing my bare snatch and red heart. I opened and closed them, marveling at the effect. 

Then I put on sheer white thigh-high stockings and Tracey showed me how to put on the garter belt and attach the stockings. The tops of the stockings and the bottom of the skirt just barely met. Any movement revealed the stocking tops. Finally I put on the shoes. They matched the skirt in color and had three-inch heels and open toes. The effect was to make my legs look longer and more shapely. I checked myself out in the mirrors and loved the way the short dress, stockings, and heels showed off my legs. I reached up above my head and realized half of my butt was visible.

"And why are we dressed like this?" I asked, not worrying, but excited by the possibilities.

"Well, you have fulfilled all the requirements for initiation, and then some." Tracey smiled and giggled. "None of us guessed that you'd get into your sexual self so quickly. I mean, extra trips to the strip club and the adult video store and what you did with Mr. Randall. You are into it, girl!"

"Yes, I am! But what about these panties and these short skirts?" I questioned as I admired myself in the mirror. "A little heavy makeup and we'd look like hookers!"

"Well, to become a full-fledged member there are still a few things you need to do."

"Like what?" I started counting on my fingers. "Let's see, I was seduced by lesbians and learned to eat pussy."

Tracey interrupted, "Quite well, too!"

I gave her a little smirk. Then I continued, "I have stripped and teased men in Harvey's bar. I sucked lots of cocks. I was fucked in the ass - several times actually. Then last night, I lost my virginity in front of hundreds of people and then was screwed in every way I could imagine by people I don't even know. Just what more do I need to do?"

"Oh, there's lots more," said Tracey. But I'm sure your poor little pussy and asshole are probably a little sore right now. I know mine are. Today, we'll do something easy: Public Exposure.

"Public exposure? Let's see. I've danced naked in front of strangers at Harvey's, stripped naked and sucked cock at the video place, and then had sex with dozens of strange men and women in front of hundreds of people. You probably don't even know about the game of strip tennis and the way I flashed people on the way home the day my undies were missing. What are you talking about?"

"Well, except for the flashing, which I did know about, those were all people intentionally wanting to see you naked, or at least see someone naked. This is different: Public exposure in public places where people do not expect it. You enjoyed flashing those construction workers, so I know this'll be fun."

I didn't know what to say.

We went out into the main room. The others from my bed were still asleep. Three of those that were in Tracey's bed (two men and a woman) were involved in a sexual sandwich. Tracey went to a large wardrobe cupboard and pulled out two long overcoats and handed me one. We headed out the door. I realized it was not locked.

In the hallway, Tracey made a right turn and I got my first real look at the building where I had been all night. The hallway was about 12 feet wide and carpeted in plush red carpet. The walls were paneled in dark wood. I could see doors to three other rooms of some kind, on the right side of the corridor. I followed Tracey down the hallway. After turning a corner, I saw two huge double doors on the left. I pointed to them and asked Tracey, "Is that the room from last night, the auditorium?"

Tracey pulled on one of the doors and it came open. I stepped inside and looked. A wide aisle sloped downward to a large stage. Curtains had been closed across it. There were theatre style seats, but without armrests, on both sides of the aisle. They had much more room between rows than most theatres. I walked in a little ways, then looked up and saw chandeliers and then noticed a balcony on each side as well as one above us. I heard a chair squeak and looked to my left where a couple were in the seats, which they had folded down, quietly and tenderly making love. I silently crept back to the door so I did not disturb them.

I slipped out the door to rejoin Tracey in the hallway. She led me down the hall to another door on the right. When she opened it, we were greeted by the aromas of food. Mabel met us and led us to an empty table, in the middle of a large dining room, covered by a white tablecloth and a single red rose in a vase in the center. Then she slipped into the kitchen and brought out plates with scrambled eggs, breakfast sausages, and toasted muffins. She set these down, then quickly went back to the kitchen and brought us each a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. Several others were doing enjoying their own breakfasts at other tables.

As we started to eat, Mr. Wilde came through another doorway and headed straight to our table smiling broadly. Mabel brought him a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, ladies!" He gave us each a kiss on the cheek. "So good to see you up and about." He seated himself and had a sip of his coffee. "Sophie, or should I say Case #853," he chuckled, "I am so glad you decided to join our little club. You are a welcome addition indeed."

I actually blushed a little. "Thank you for having me," I answered politely.

"What do you two beautiful young ladies have planned for today?"

Tracey answered, "Well, Uncle Brad, we dressed just right so we could continue with Sophie's education."

"Splendid, Tracey." He pulled out a wallet from an inside pocket. Then he handed us each $300. "Do a little shopping while you're out." He finished his coffee and stood to leave. Then suddenly he dropped to the floor and crawled part way under the table. We heard his slightly muffled voice say, "C'mon girls, let's see how they look."

I spread my legs apart and I'm sure Tracey did too. I felt his hand on my thigh and his lips kissed my pussy. I could hear him do the same for Tracey. Uncle Brad popped back out from under the table. "Fantastic, ladies, just fantastic. Have a great day." With that he walked off through the kitchen.

Over breakfast, Tracey and I shared accounts of our sexual activities. She was dancing at Harvey's on Tuesdays, which is why Harvey gave me Wednesdays. We talked about sometime doing a two-girl show. She also said I had to go with her to Uncle Brad's in two weeks for the Halloween party. I agreed, not knowing what to expect, but sure it would be fun and exciting. We also made plans for the rest of the day.

Tracey and I caught a bus to the gigantic Clackamas Towne Center Mall. During the bus ride, I sat by the window with Tracey on the aisle and we finalized our plans for the day. We ignored the people around us, but some really did not want to ignore us. Tracey put one leg in the aisle and I thought we'd be in a wreck the way the bus driver was watching her in his mirror.

Shoppers filled the place on a Saturday afternoon. We left our coats with someone Tracey knew that was working in the Food Court. First we just walked from the entrance of the mall and made a slow loop of the upper floor, checking out the people and looking at ourselves in store windows. We looked like hookers to me. While we were checking them out, a good many men and even some women were obviously checking us out. Some shook their heads in disgust, but most just stared.

We headed to the lower level and did the same. Now that we had the lay of the mall in our minds, and I was getting to where I enjoyed the lewd stares, we started to put our plan into effect. We would go into a store and always need to see something on the top shelf or on the bottom.

Every time one of us reached up high, the skirt would ride up exposing the tops of our stockings and the bottom of our panties. If we bent over, the effect was to expose a lace-covered ass to whoever was watching. After a half-hour of this, I was getting horny from the lustful stares and the whispered comments. One man walking by as I bent to look at a toy in a window actually walked into a post with a loud clang.

Back upstairs, Tracey stopped at a bench and put a foot on it to 'adjust her shoe and stocking.' A group of high school boys who had been walking toward us, froze and stared, giggling and pointing as she moved her leg enough to expose a bare pussy. She put her leg down and walked on seemingly unaware of the looks in the eyes of the drooling boys.

I then had an idea. "Hey, Tracey, let's go try on some new shoes." She caught on right away and we headed to a nearby shoe store. Tracey stayed outside watching through the window. I poked around and watched the salesmen. I picked out one who looked to be about 55, that was helping a man try on dress shoes. When a saleswoman asked if I needed some help, I said, "Not yet, I'm just looking right now. " When I saw the target ring up a sale and hand the man his shoes, I picked up a pair of thigh-covering boots, then headed in his direction.

He came from behind the register and almost ran me over. He stepped back and asked, "May I help you Miss?"

"Why, yes sir. I'd like to try these on in a size 6. He looked at my selection and headed into a back room. I had a seat in one of the chairs. With my legs together, the skirt almost reached the top of my stockings. I slipped my right shoe part-way off so it was dangling from my toes.

The man returned with three boxes and sat on a low stool in front of me. "I have the boots in black, brown, or white. What would you like to try on first?"

"The black first, please." I let the shoe drop and placed my stocking-covered foot on the sloping stool in front of his crotch. The man (his nametag said 'George') gently lifted my foot and began to push and pull the boot up my leg. I happened to glance out and see Tracey. She was grinning. She put her forearms together and the spread her hands apart. I got the hint. I let my left leg slide out away from my right. I knew it was just enough to show my panties without quite opening them. George kept looking at the boot, but he was working to keep his eyes from involuntarily looking at my crotch.

When George finished getting the boot on (it had been an effort with the tight footwear), he looked up. I bent down to my left foot and removed my shoe. My cleavage was directly in front of George's face. "Will you put the other one on so I can see how they both feel. I lifted my left foot and 'accidentally' brushed his crotch with it as I placed it in front of him. He worked the second boot on. My skirt had ridden up a lot with this moving around. I moved my right foot away and was certain that my pussy was now peeking out through the hole in the crotch of my panties. George was having a hard time with the boot and appeared nervous.

When he finished with the boot, he looked up at me. "Why don't you try walking around on those. I slid forward before standing. I had to pull my skirt down to cover my panties. I walked around in a small circle. When I was back in George's view, I posed in front of a mirror looking over the boots from several angles. When I had done this a little, I walked back to where George was still seated and placed my foot on his stool. His face was inches from my crotch. I looked down and said, "What do you think, George?"

In a croaky sounding voice he answered, "Very lovely, miss. Would you like to purchase them?"

I was about to ask to try the white ones when suddenly the saleswoman appeared behind him. "Miss, I am going to have to ask you to leave. I can't have you creating a spectacle in my store and teasing my husband like this."

George was looking down at the floor. I just sat down and placed my booted foot on his stool and said, "Well, I guess you'll want to take these off then, George." I had my legs spread well apart. 

George started to reach for the boot, but his wife stepped up and said, "No, I'll do it." George quickly got up and his wife sat down and roughly removed the boots, nearly pulling me off the chair, and gathered up the boxes and headed away without another word.

I put my shoes back on and headed for the door. As I passed by George, talking to another customer, I gave him a pat on his butt and said, "Thank you, George. See you around."

He didn't really look at me, but whispered, "Thank you very much, miss. Please come again."

Tracey was cracking up outside the store. "Next time, you had better try a younger salesman. I thought he'd have a heart attack or that lady would beat you with the boots."

We continued laughing as we walked on down through the mall. We went to the food court and got a Coke, then found seats and a table by the rail overlooking the ice skating rink. We sat at the table sipping our Cokes with our feet up on the middle rail and of course spread apart. We kept thinking we'd catch the attention of a skater or the Zamboni driver. They never seemed to look up. We were contemplating what to do next when I looked across the corner of the rink and realized our audience wasn't below us but across from us. I whispered my find to Tracey and we both made sure the other diners had a good view.

We were just getting up from the table when two scuzzy looking guys in their twenties came up to us and tried to pick us up. Tracey finally just said, "Come back when you've learned to shave and bathe." And we walked away. That was not a pleasant experience.


Sophie's New Perversions Ch. 02



We decided we would try another shoe store. We found one with some cool boots and went in. We were quickly approached by a twenty-something clerk whose nametag said 'Brian' and we selected some boots for him to get for us. He had us sit down so he could measure our feet first.

Tracey went first. She accidentally ran her foot against his crotch when she placed it on the stool to be measured. Brian jumped a little and then proceeded to measure her foot. He seemed to caress it as he took the measurement. Then he did the same for me. As soon as he had the information, he jumped up and went to get the correct pairs.

Tracey and I plotted a little while he was gone. I went first to try them on. Brian kept up a steady stream of banter about the quality of the boots as he took my foot and caressed it before sliding the boot on. The boots were over-the-calf length so he had to grab booth sides at the top and pull upward toward my knee to get it on. I made sure to flash him a little but he didn't seem to notice. He was looking directly at my face and talking as he laced it up.. I put my second foot up and he pulled that boot on and laced it the same way. This time, just as he finished, he looked down and I spread my legs completely as I reached to him for a "hand up" to stand. The crimson on his face gave him away. He had seen.

I stood and watched while he put Tracey's boots on. Now that he was aware of our game, he was having a harder time not looking and Tracey flashed her bare beaver at him several times in the process of getting the boots on. 

Brian watched from his stool as we walked and tested the new boots. Mine were dark brown and hers were black. Both had three inch heels and cinched tightly to the calves of our legs. We walked to the mirror and looked them over. Then I went back to where Brian was sitting and placed my foot on his knee, my crotch at his eye level. He looked up along the boot and had to see my pussy as he made his eyes continue up to my face. He was definitely red and embarrassed.

"Well, Brian, what do you think? How do I look?"

"Uh," he stammered a little, "I think you look fantastic. Those boots are great on you."

I touched his head and said, "Thank you, Brian."

Tracey came up on his other side and did the same, placing her foot on his other knee. When she asked about her boot, he used the excuse of looking at it as an opportunity to look down again. I'm not sure his eyes ever actually got to the boot, but he told her how nice it looked anyway. 

I could see a bulge in Brian's pants. He was enjoying the show. I thought we were done when Tracey suggested we try on another pair. I played along, but did tell Brian I wanted the pair I had already tried.

Tracey had picked out some boots we would never buy, but I could see why. They were pull-on boots that would reach halfway between the knee and crotch, about the same length as the stockings we were wearing. 

With some difficulty, Brian got up from his stool and went looking for some in the correct sizes. He must have told one of his co-workers about us, because he came back with another young man named Mark who was carrying one of the pairs.

Brian sat in front of Tracey and Mark in front of me. First they had to remove the boots we already had on. The movement required to do this caused our skirts to ride up and I made sure to point my foot directly at Mark's crotch and move my other knee far away as he pulled it off.

Then, to get the other one on, Mark had to grip it and pull upward toward my crotch. He got the first one on and the bulge in his pants showed he was enjoying the show. Tracey was doing the same to Brian. While Mark was pulling the second boot on, his hand slipped, at least I think it was an accident, just as he finished putting it on me. The back of his hand went straight into my crotch where his knuckles lightly bumped my pussy. He turned nearly purple.

Once the boots were on, we both stood and looked in the mirror. Tracey walked back over to Brian and stood right in front of him. She stood up on her toes and back down. Then she lifted the edge of her skirt, supposedly so the boots would show better, and asked Brian what he thought. He stammered a bit and told her simply, "Beautiful."

I walked back to Mark and gave him the foot on the knee treatment, first one and then the other as he quit pretending and stared right at my pussy.

We finally had them remove the boots. Mark was bold enough to place his hands on my thighs, inner and outer as he pulled the top of the boot down. Then he grabbed the bottom to pull it off of my foot. As he completed the removal, he kept one hand at the top of the boot as the other pulled it off.

We did decide to buy the first pairs we had tried. Both men gathered the boots and boxes from the floor while still seated on their stools, then held them in front of themselves as they went to the cash register to ring up our purchases. I am sure they were sorry we didn't try on everything in the store.

We were trying to decide where to go next, when I spotted the Frederick's of Hollywood store. I looked at Tracey and said, "Hey, Uncle Brad said we should do a little shopping. I think I've found just the place." I grabbed Tracey's arm and we headed in the door. I went straight to the panties. "Hey, Tracey, what brand are the panties I'm wearing? I'd like another pair."

Tracey lifted the back of my skirt and pulled the top band of my panties out and read the label. Nice start to our show. I found another pair of the same brand in black. I took them up to the counter and told the clerk we were going to want to try on some other things before we were done. She set the panties aside and told us to feel free to use the dressing room.

I started looking through the nighties, teddies, and camisoles. I found a forest green camisole with matching panty set. I always like the color because it matches my eyes and looks great with my red hair. I held it up and showed Tracey. She agreed it was a good choice, so I headed into the dressing room. I quickly slipped out of my clothes, except shoes and stockings and put on the cami. Then I stepped out into the store to show Tracey. The lace of the top just barely hid my boobs and it was sheer from there to just below my navel. The panties were bikini style with just enough lace to cover my pussy but sheer in the back. I turned and modeled it for Tracey.

Tracey declared her approval for the outfit. A small audience of mostly men was watching, and trying to pretend they were not, from outside the store. As I was about to change out of this selection, Tracey went in and dressed in a one-piece, dark blue, teddy and came out. The body of this one also managed to mostly cover her tits and cunt, but left little to the imagination. She modeled it for me and then said, "Look at this feature." She reached one hand behind and another to the front of her crotch and opened a pair of snaps. "See, this has a snap-crotch that can be opened and closed easily." She left it unsnapped as she went back to change again. 

I also took another garment in and we both came out in new bedroom clothes. Mine was an ankle length gown with spaghetti straps. However the light blue material was so sheer that my entire body was visible through it. There was also a slit up the left side that exposed my leg all the way to my hip each time I took a step. Tracey was wearing a deep red camisole with matching sheer panties. She may as well have been naked too. By now there were at least 30 people watching intently from outside the store. 

When we came back out in our own clothes, there was a security guard waiting by the counter. The clerk had just been talking to him. He spoke to Tracey and I. "Ladies, I'm sorry, but I've been asked to escort you out of the mall. Your behavior has caused too much disruption."

"Yes, sir," answered Tracey. "As soon as we make our purchases we will leave." The guard stood with his arms crossed as we paid for our lingerie and I quickly grabbed a package of three pairs of sheer bikini panties. Tracey did the same.

Then we exited the store and the guard followed us toward the main exit where we had come in earlier in the day. A couple of people in the crowd booed the guard. When we reached the wider exit aisle, Tracey and I stopped. She looked at the guard and said, "I though you were going to escort us, not just walk behind us looking at our asses." She grabbed his right arm and I grabbed his left and we walked to the exit with him between us to the food court where we retrieved our overcoats and then left out the door. 

Chapter 13: Sophie and Tracey finish their day back at P.O.V.E.S. 

On the bus and then the MAX train back to downtown, Tracey and I talked about how much fun we had and about how horny we were. Tracey said, "With any luck, there will still be people back at the P.O.V.E.S. club and we can take care of that."

We had been visiting and didn't realize that Ralph and Johnny from school had gotten on the train. I looked up and realized they were sitting across from us staring and pointing and whispering to each other. Just before we got downtown, Ralph caught my eye and said, "Hey, Sophie, looking foxy today."

"Why thank you Ralphie. Did you bring your carrot today?" I asked as I crossed my legs causing my skirt to rise above my stockings.

"Uh....uh....," Ralph stammered. 

"Well, that's too bad Ralphie. I guess we can't help you out then." As we stood to get off, I made sure to give them a quick peek at my crotch. Tracey was practically howling in laughter as we got off the Max.

"Did you see the way they were staring and drooling? I thought their eyes would pop out of their heads," Tracey laughed.

We walked the three blocks to the club. I took a good look at it. The old brick building had stores and offices on the street floor and a driveway going underneath to the parking area. A single door with only a street number and no sign indicating what was inside was on the entrance Tracey led me to.

When we approached the door, Tracey pulled her POVES necklace out and place the charm up against a pad beside the door. An electronic whirr followed by a click signified that the door was now unlocked. We went in and climbed the stairs to the POVES floor.


We looked in the main bedroom and in the dining hall and finally found Mabel. She said she thought everyone had gone. 

Tracey and I returned to the bedroom and I mumbled, "Well, so much for finding someone to take care of my horniness! Damn. I wanted to get fucked."

Tracey giggled, "My aren't you the slut now."

I giggled too, "I guess I am. I'm a very horny little slut, too."

Tracey pushed me onto a bed. "Wait right there," she commanded. She disappeared and came back with two artificial cocks and began stripping. I didn't need a hint and stripped too.

Then Tracey pushed me back down on the bed. I scooted across so my head was at the edge of the bed. Tracey walked over and straddled my head as she stood. I fingered her snatch and found it was already wet. I kissed her pussy deeply, pressing my tongue into it. Tracey bent and slowly licked and kissed down my body until she was between my thighs and began teasingly licking and kissing closer and closer to my aching pussy. After what seemed like ages and after many close brushes, she suddenly shoved two fingers into my dripping twat. I pushed against her hand.

She dove into my hot box with an eager tongue. I pulled her sweet pussy down tightly to my eager mouth and began licking her slit. When she shoved a dildo inside my and began fucking me with it as she nibbled my clit, I did the same to her.

We were in this position when I heard a very slight noise and looked away to see Uncle Brad come in through the hallway door. He motioned me to silence and stripped off his clothes. He stepped up to my head and I licked his cock as I fucked Tracey with the dildo. When he was hard and lubricated, I slipped the dildo out. Tracey stopped licking me long enough to say, "Don't you dare stop, Sophie."

I took Uncle Brad's huge penis and rubbed it up and down Tracey's slit and then he shoved it deep into his niece's eager hole. Tracey moaned loudly and looked back to see her uncle pummeling her twat. I licked and played with his balls as he fucked her. I felt Tracey stop occasionally with her attention to my pussy as she moaned from the effect her uncle's rod was having on her. Suddenly she collapsed onto me and writhed as an orgasm shook her body. When she had finally slightly relaxed from the effects, Uncle Brad pulled his cock out of her and lay beside me on the bed.

Tracey climbed off of me and said, "Your turn."

I got up and straddled Uncle Brad. I squatted down as he held his penis straight up. I slowly worked my quivering cunt down onto his shaft. When I had worked all the way down so my pussy lips were against his body I began using my legs to move up and down. Tracey crawled around behind me and began teasing her uncle's balls with fingers and tongue.

I rode the giant cock faster and faster until I felt Uncle Brad begin to pulse as the cum began it's journey through his cock. I finally exploded with an orgasm that spread pussy juice onto his body and he thrust into me to the hilt and emptied his load deep within me.

We all three adjourned to the shower and washed each other carefully and with attention to detail. As we were showering, BBW said, "Now I expect to see both of you at my place next week. Tracey can continue with your education and you can both help me to prepare for the Halloween party the weekend after. I'll send a car for you around 3:30 on Friday. Just bring your some spare things so you can spend the night. If you can make arrangements, you can stay over on Saturday night too.

Tracey and I gave Uncle Brad's cock one more affectionate kissing and licking before we got dressed and headed home. We caught the bus and were there by 4:30

Chapter 14: Sophie Watches Her Own Initiation

When I arrived home from POVES on Saturday, there was a note from Mom. 

Sophie, Dad and I will be home around six. We'll bring dinner. Hope you had a great weekend. Love, Mom

So I headed up to my room. I was exhausted. I tried to do some of my homework, but kept thinking about my weekend and the weeks leading up to it. I fired up my computer and checked my email. Not much there. I decided to play with my video camera. I connected it to my computer and was setting it up to tape when I realized the tape in the camera was at the end instead of the beginning. I rewound it and hit play.

There on my computer screen, I was entering the auditorium between the two girls dressed in white gowns. I realized the tape had been shot from the stage. 

I stopped the tape and called Tracey. She came right over to watch it with me. We lay on our stomachs on my bed and I pushed the play button.

We watched as people in the audience first fondled me and then stripped me. I was mesmerized by the image of the girl on the screen and almost could not believe she was me.

The shot zoomed in as my panties were removed. I remembered the applause and cheers as I heard them again. The few minutes where I was turned and displayed to the crowd were not recorded. When it resumed, the angle had changed so it appeared to be shot from one of the balconies and the lights were all off except for spotlights aimed at strategic spots.

I looked at Tracey, "Who could have used my camera? Was it you?"

"No, I had other duties, but it is normal now to have someone film it. After you have completed a few more of the initiation steps, I'll show you the film from my first night at POVES."

It was dark except for a spotlight on me, on my knees, hands tied behind my back. In the shadows, a man approached, but I could not see him. The camera person zoomed in as the spotlight closed to my face. I was stunned. There was a heart-shaped birthmark on the head of the cock touching my cheek. This was the same birthmark I had seen twice at Sam's adult video store. Other than the fact that the man was wearing no pants, at least not above the knees, and apparently had on a tuxedo jacket, I could tell nothing else about him. The camera stayed close on my face as I began sucking him and was still there when my hands were freed to assist in the matter.

I watched as the camera pulled back slightly so I could see one hand playing with his balls and the other wrapped around his ass, but never far enough to see the mystery man. Even when he came and I saw his sperm dripping from my mouth, I still could not see him., but only what was visible in the small circle of light.

When the next scene evolved with me eating a pussy, it gradually widened until I could see that it was Tracey! She was spread widely with my face buried in her twat and my own bare ass and pussy was aimed to one side of the audience. I fingered myself as I watched.

When I was moved back for the butt fucking demonstration, I could clearly see Tracey and my escorts taking turns licking and preparing my pussy and ass. Tracey was naked from the waist down and the other two were nearly so in their short dresses. Finally they decided I was ready and took me to where I could sit on Sam's upraised cock. The spotlight and the camera both closed tightly on a small region of my ass and Sam's protuberance as I slowly impaled myself upon it. It stayed in close until he came and I was again helped to my feet. I was playing with my ass and pussy as I watched, lying on my bed.

The shots of me sucking dicks and being ass fucked, got me playing with myself as I watched. Then I was bent over on the screen and BBW's long dick was poised at my love hole. As it entered me on the screen, I inserted the dildo as I watched.

After BBW had filled me with his load in the movie, I used my own juices to stick it into my asshole. I continued to watch as the crowd came forward to initiate me and soon had a wonderful orgasm. I stopped the movie while I tried to wind down from this high.

I realized Tracey was doing much the same using her fingers.

I restarted the movie and watched intently as I was fondled, licked, probed, and reamed by the crowd. I recognized some of the participants. Dr. Orney and his nurse were there. I was shocked when I saw that Dr. Benjamin and his wife were there too. In fact, he had his cock in my mouth and his wife was sucking one of my tits while helping Dr. Orney get his cock into my pussy!

I saw some of the men from Harvey's, including Mike and Harvey himself. Harvey stood and masturbated on my belly as others occupied my body. Sam, from the adult bookstore was there reaming my ass as Madam fucked me with a strap-on. All of them had been in on my corruption! 

When the hour-long tape ended, I had been riding a cock belonging to someone I could not see underneath me. Someone else was getting ready tp fuck my ass. Tracey was licking his dick for lubrication. I had a dick in one hand and was fingering a woman with the other.

I was amazed at what I had just seen. Partly just because it was me and had seemed like a dream, but the movie made it very real. The real question in my mind was, "Who filmed this and how did they get my camera?"

I rewound the tape and was watching it again and starting to play with myself again, when there were footsteps coming toward my door. I quickly jumped to shut off the camera and jumped into bed as Tracey dashed into my bathroom. There was a knock and then the door opened and Mom was standing in the doorway. 

There I was naked under my covers with my mother looking down at me.

Mom just said, "Sorry if I woke you, Sophie. We'll have dinner in about 20 minutes. See you then."

She left and closed the door. I quickly cleaned up, dressed in some sweats, and headed out to the dining room. Tracey also came along behind me. Mom was setting Chinese food on the table and Dad was bringing in plates and glasses. Tracey turned down an invitation to stay and headed home.




Sophie's New Perversions Ch. 02



I went in the kitchen and brought out some milk and a beer for Dad. I arrived as they were sitting down and just joined them as usual.

Dad spoke as he dished up his food, "Did you have a good weekend, Sophie?"

"I sure did. I learned a lot."

"Did you and Tracey have a good time at her uncle's?"

"We sure did Mom. He's a great guy." Then, hoping to change the subject I asked, Well, how was your weekend?"

Dad answered, "We had a good time. Friday we went to dinner and a show at our club. It was very entertaining."

"What was the show?" I asked.

Mom fielded this one, "Oh, I don't know the name, but it was a stage production, a boy meets girl meets boy kind of thing. We came home and enjoyed an evening together afterwards. Say, Sophie, what are your plans for the week. Still going to your club on Wednesday?"

I smiled a little too much when I answered, "Yes, I really look forward to that. And next Friday, I've been invited to Tracey's uncle's house for the weekend. She said I could stay over Friday and even Saturday if it was OK."

"Well," answered Dad, "Friday should be fine. Your mom and I are going to out too, but why Saturday? Are there boys involved?"

"Oh, he just needs some help getting ready for his big Halloween party.. Tracey said if I could stay over Saturday, we could roam around her uncle's place and play some games. He has a pool and tennis courts and everything. I'm sure it would be fun. I'm invited to the Halloween party too." I answered.

Mom looked at me, "Do you need a costume? I could help you get one together."

"I haven't quite figured out what to do for a costume. We're supposed to dress as a character from a children's book. We also are supposed to bring a book to donate to the children's hospital."

Dad tried to be helpful, "How about the Little Mermaid? I'm sure we could find you a tail and fins."

"Oh, no, honey," Mom answered, "It would be terribly hard to walk and I don't think you want her out this time of year in just a bikini top. How about Pippi Longstocking? She's a redhead and we could use wire to hold her pigtails out."

"Actually," I cut in before this went too far, "I was thinking Little Red Riding Hood. Do you think we can come up with a hooded cape?"

"I think we can," said Mom. "I'll help you look tomorrow after school."

Dad spoke, "Sophie, we're glad to see you socializing more, but you need to make sure your grades don't suffer if you want that summer internship, not to mention getting into a good college."

"Oh, I will make sure I have all my homework done, Daddy," I answered quickly. Then I changed the subject. "Do you and Mom have plans for Halloween?" 

"Actually yes, dear. We are going to a Halloween party too." Then she turned to my Dad, "Have you thought about our costumes, dear?" she asked.

"Well, we're too old to go as Romeo and Juliet. I think maybe I'll stop by the costume rental and get something scary," Dad answered. "You do remember about Tuesday, don't you honey?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. Sophie, don't make any plans for Tuesday evening. Some of Dad's employees are coming over for dinner."

"That's right," continued Dad, "The president of the entertainment division and his chief talent coordinator are coming. I told them you were into computers and, now that you're eighteen, you might be able to get a summer internship."

"Sounds great, Dad," I answered enthusiastically. Actually, I was hoping that it wouldn't interfere with my new-found hobby and 'club' time. I had always wanted to go spend some time at Dad's company though. I guess I'll just have to make my weekends count, I thought to myself.

Chapter 15: Revenge on the Nerds

On Monday, I met Tracey in the lobby of our building and we headed to school together. It was great to know she knew all my secrets. It made life a lot easier. No need to make up stories for her any more. 

I brought my video camera to school with me, but with a new tape. I was going to use it to tape an experiment we were doing in Chemistry class. If the experiment went as planned, I had an 'A' sewed up.

I asked her again about the video that I had found in my camera. She didn't seem to have any better idea than I did about how that could have been done. "I know there were people in the balconies, but it was dark. I couldn't tell who they were."

We discussed our Halloween plans. I told her I was going as Little Red Riding Hood. She said she thought that was perfect. I tried to get her to tell me what she was going as, but she said it was a surprise. She said her Mom had helped her come up with the idea.

I did talk her into going shopping with Mom and me after school to help find what I needed.

I was more relaxed at school. I had accepted my new self. I enjoyed the way the boys looked at me. It was fun to tease them. I set up my video camera in Chemistry and the experiment I had created went flawlessly. I promised Mr. Halloway, the teacher that I would make him a copy. He had been duly impressed.

I met Tracey in the hall and we were heading to the cafeteria when that boy, Ralph, pulled a carrot out of his pocket and waved it under my nose. "Are you ready to handle my carrot yet, Sophie?"

I looked at Tracey and we both grinned. I knew she was thinking what I was thinking. I looked at him and said, "Sure, Ralphie, let's go."

Tracey and I each grabbed him by an arm and steered him into the girls' restroom. He had no idea what hit him. As soon as we were inside, I jerked his blazer down his back, pinning his arms. I took the carrot from him. Tracey helped me get him into a stall and onto a toilet seat, where he sat with his arms behind him and his mouth hanging open.

I handed Tracey my video camera and pressed the record button. She began filming, alternating between me and Ralph. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. .I lifted my skirt, just a foot or so in front of Ralph. He stared at my heart patch. I began rubbing the carrot between my legs and soon had the juices flowing enough to stick it in. I left it there and dropped my skirt. I leaned over and reached for Ralph's crotch. He shifted so I could access his zipper. I pulled it down and reached inside his slacks and underwear. I helped his dick out through the hole. Tracey giggled. I knew why. It wasn't even an inch in diameter and only about 4 inches long. Now I knew where the phrase 'pencil dick' came from. There was already precum on the tip. I told Ralph to stand and helped him to his feet. I pulled his pants down past his knees and pushed him back down on the toilet.

I lifted my skirt again and moved the carrot in and out of my pussy. "You like what you see Ralphie?" I asked him. He gulped and nodded. 

I pulled it out and held it to his nose. "You like the way I smell, Ralphie?" He nodded again. 

I moved it to his mouth and he just stared. "Open up Ralphie." He did and I pushed it in. He licked it and I pulled it out. "You like the way I taste, Ralphie?" He managed to mumble something and nod. His eyes looked like they might pop out of his head.

I reached down toward his little penis. I thought he might just cum without me touching it. I licked the carrot, tasting myself, then reached down between Ralph's legs and shoved it in his ass. He looked very startled and cried,"No." very loudly. I stroked his dick just once as I shoved the carrot in a little deeperand he started squirting sperm onto himself, making a mess of his clothes.

I made sure Tracey got a good shot of Ralph. Then I stood and looked down at him. "If that little wiener ever grows into a real sausage, call me Ralphie. Otherwise, don't even think about it. And if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, that picture of you with the carrot up your ass will appear in the boys locker room and on the school web site. Got it?"

Ralph nodded, with an hysterical look in his eyes. Tracey and I closed the stall door, gathered our things and giggled and laughed all the way to the cafeteria.

Tracey and I were still laughing about Ralphie when school got out. Mom met us out front and we headed across town to shop for our Halloween costumes. We did a lot of looking before we found what would be my hooded cape. It was actually a robe from Victoria's Secrets. It was a rusty red color and made of semi-sheer material. It reached to mid-thigh and had six or seven buttons down the front and a hood on the back. The sleeves were very large in diameter and reached to the elbows. Mom explained that this way I could have the hood part of my costume without really hiding my dress underneath.

Mom thought I should look for a book and we found one at Barnes and Noble where Red Riding Hood was actually depicted as a redhead. It was illustrated with gorgeous watercolor prints. Little Red wore a long dark reddish-brown hooded cape, with only her dainty white boots and a hint of lacey socks showing beneath the hem of the cape. When she arrived at Grandma's house, she took it off to reveal a white lacey dress with several petticoats underneath. Mom said she had heard that the original story was told in the middle ages to help young girls to remain chaste and to avoid evil men. The white clothes symbolized the virginity of Little Red. I blushed at this and headed to the checkout counter to purchase the book.

Mom then took me to a few other stores and then found a beautiful white dress with petticoats at a bridal shop. I finally talked her out of it because it was over $500. I didn't want to tell her that it wasn't really what I had in mind.

Finally, we went back to Victoria's secrets where we picked up four white petticoats to layer under a dress. Being out of time, I suggested to Mom that Tracey and I could look again another day and I would also do some looking on the Internet.

I realized Mom had taken so much interest in this that I would have to buy two dresses. One to show her and a different one for the party.

Tracey said she already had what she needed but wouldn't tell me about her costume. She bought some additional lingerie to wear at Harvey's. She even picked up a couple of things for me that she whispered she would give me later.

Chapter 16: Daddy's Business Partners

After school on Tuesday, Tracey headed to Harvey's and I headed home. When I got home, I went upstairs to change for dinner. I remembered that some of Dad's employees were coming and I wanted to make a good impression so I could get an internship with his web company. Even though he was the CEO, he had made it clear that was only good enough for an introduction. Each division picked its own employees and interns.

I selected a dark green (of course) silky cocktail style dress. It had spaghetti straps, so I went braless, but did wear a slip. I put on some of my new sheer panties and panty hose and dress shoes with two-inch heels. I made sure my hair was nicely styled and added a little curl with a curling iron. I carefully did my makeup so it looked stylish without going overboard. I had just finished when Mom came in and called to me.

I joined her in the kitchen. She had a roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, and some green beans from the deli, which just needed to be kept warm. She laughed when she said the menu was because these were both bachelors and wanted a good old-fashioned home cooked meal. Mom removed these things from the deli containers and placed them in our own serving dishes and put them in the oven to keep them warm. While she did that I made a tossed salad. Mom had also picked up an apple pie from a bakery and I put that in one of her own pie plates. Then Mom showed me a great trick. She put some onion slices in a kettle of water on the stove and a cinnamon stick in the tea kettle. As these warmed up, the aromas coming from the kitchen hinted at baking. Deception complete!

We set the table with nice china and silver. Just as we finished, Dad arrived with his guests. My jaw dropped to my knees and I stared open-mouthed as he introduced them.

"Sophie, this is Brad Wilde, president of the entertainment division." I managed to close my mouth and say, "Nice to meet you," as I shook BBW's hand.

Dad continued, "And this is Mike Mitchell, Brad's chief talent scout." I shook Mike's hand as well, wondering if either of them had mentioned that we had already met much more intimately.

All through dinner, I was seated between the two men at our round table. I had a hard time concentrating on the meal because they were taking turns teasing me under the table. First Mike and then Uncle Brad would slip off a shoe and run a stocking-covered foot up my leg a little way. When I finally returned that motion to both, they started trying other things. Mike dropped his fork and bent under the tablecloth to pick it up. He ran a hand up my leg to my thigh. Uncle Brad was on my right and the hand that should have been holding his napkin kept sliding over to squeeze my other thigh.

They did manage to ask me about my computer work. I explained that I was the school webmaster and had done some coding in C++ and Java. Mom told them I had a digital video camera and was working on creating video for some of the webpages. Both sounded quite interested in this. I told them I had not actually put any on the web yet, but was still experimenting with the camera.

We were just starting on the apple pie for dessert when the phone rang. Mom came back from the call and said she was very sorry, but she had to go to the police station and meet with a client. This was not entirely unusual. If one of her firm's more important clients got so much as a traffic ticket, they would call her to come in and take care of whatever it was. She was about to leave when Dad said, "I hate to have you down there alone this time of night. Would you gentlemen mind if I leave you in Sophie's hands? I am sure she'd be glad to show you some of her video projects and maybe you can give her some advice."

"No problem at all," answered Uncle Brad, "It will give us a chance to see if she has what it takes to be an intern next summer."

With that, Mom and Dad left and I was alone with the two men.

We were still eating our pie, when Uncle Brad said, "Sophie, I thought you would die when we walked through the door. You did quite well."

I answered, "Well you two didn't help any with your games under the table at dinner. You know you got me all hot and bothered. That wasn't very nice." I looked at them sternly, and finally could not help myself and broke into a big smile.

As we finished eating I said, "Well, would you two like to see what I can do with a computer?" I didn't wait for an answer but headed straight to my room with the two men following behind me.

As I entered the room, I went straight to my bed, kicking my shoes off as I lay down in the center. I was surprised and a little disappointed, when Mike said, "Well, aren't you going to show us your web pages?"

I got up off the bed and booted my computer. I showed the two the school site concentrating on those pages I had personally designed. Several included Java scripts and some that referenced databases. One page I set up to get and display information from Alumni that happened to visit our site. The form added information to a searchable database. The two men seemed impressed with my work. Mike asked, "Can we see some of your video?"

"Sure," I answered. I grabbed the camera and connected it to the computer. I rewound the tape to the beginning. "Now this is completely unedited, but I'm going to use it on a chemistry web site. I will add narration where it's needed." I played the tape of my experiment and commented as it went on where I would cut and where I would add narration.

When we got to the end of the experiment, I forgot to stop the playback and an image of me in the toilet stall with Ralph came on the screen. The two men chuckled as the video progressed and both winced when I shoved the carrot into Ralph's ass.

"Looks like you're a little dominatix as well as an exhibitionist," commented Uncle Brad.

"Well, I don't think I'll be having any trouble with Ralph from now on," I answered smiling. I shut off the camera and reminded myself to be careful when I made the video copy for my chemistry teacher.

"Now let me show you what we do," said Uncle Brad. He navigated to a site called SchoolgirlHeaven.com. On that site he entered a login and password which brought up a page with several options such as galleries, video clips, and live cams. The galleries were divided in several ways. You could select a hair color, an ethnic group, or even big girls or tiny-titted girls. There were galleries of girls alone and of girls with girls, with men, or with multiple partners. There were girls in (and getting out of) schoolgirl uniforms, cheerleading outfits, and just about any other costume you could imagine. You could also select girls by name in any of the galleries.

Pictures ranged from girls dressed in slinky clothes or bikinis to naked and spread-eagled to girls having sex with one or more partners of either sex. Mike said the girls were all between the ages of 18 and 25 when the photo shoots were done.

The video clips section was divided up the same way the galleries had been. Some were simple strip shows and sometimes included girls with dildoes or vegetables. I thought of Ralph's carrot and smiled again. Others were clips of sex acts with one or many partners.

The final section we looked at were live cams. Each cam had a schedule of the next live show posted. If they were not currently live, there was a selection of "past highlights" available. The cameras were placed in bedrooms, bathrooms, or just about anywhere a girl might do something that a man would like to see. One was called the "Sorority Bathroom Cam." Girls would come in to pee and be on camera. After a few minutes, one girl came in and stripped and showered as we watched. Another camera was in a bedroom and when we checked it, a couple were making love as we watched. 

There was a also a set of live cameras in the studio at their office. On these, the viewer could type suggestions to the girl on camera. She could type a response or do what was suggested. Mike navigated to a room where a brunette of about 20 was just sitting down on a bed. A message came up that said, "Is anybody watching?" and was signed Lee. Uncle Brad typed, "BBW and Mike are here. Lee, can you show us a little tit?" BBW

On the computer screen, Lee smiled and seductively began lowering her tube top to show a nipple. Another message appeared, "Show them all and play with them." It was signed 'HornyLarry3'. 

Lee slowly lowered the top until it was around her waist and began twisting her nipples into pointy buds. She also massaged and kneaded her breasts.

""Lick them" HornyLarry3" appeared on the screen. Lee lifted one and then the other breast and bent to take the nipple between her teeth and her tongue licked around the tip.

This continued with several people making suggestions and Lee following them. She stripped, aimed her ass at the camera, then spread her pussy open. Eventually, she was fingering herself and later used a dildo and then a second one in her ass. Mike explained that what I couldn't see was that as the users made requests, they also 'tipped' Lee with online credits. These were pre-purchased by the user for use in the interactive cam rooms.

"Hmmm," I said, "Sounds like working at Harvey's."

"Well," answered Uncle Brad, "It is in many ways. Although here you can do things that you cannot do on stage at Harvey's, but of course you can't rely on the reactions of the customer to tell you how you're doing either. It's a trade-off."

"On the other hand," Mike cut in, "We can even do live sex shows on here."

"Isn't that illegal in Portland? It seems like they could call it prostitution." I asked.

"The shows mostly occur in locations where prostitution is legal such as parts of Nevada, Europe, and Asia. We simply connect to them via our web site to keep the legal beagles at bay. Recently though we have come up with a fairly sophisticated way of routing a signal from anywhere, including Portland, in such a way that nobody would ever know it was live at that location instead of one of the others."




Sophie's New Perversions Ch. 03



Tracey was one of the last. She crawled onstage like a cat and licked her paws. Her costume was really a body suit. It was actually crotch-less and cup-less, as she quickly revealed by removing the Velcro sections that had been covering those body parts. She came offstage on four feet, her ass high and the long tail in the air above her naked snatch.

When all had changed into their new look, the band again picked up with more dance music. Donald Duck came over and quackingly asked me to dance. Whoever it was really knew how to sound like Donald. The front of his costume had been removed at the waist. He still had the white feathery tail on the back, but now he had his dick hanging out of an opening in some tight-fitting white silk briefs. His legs were still orange and his face was still covered, so that his dick was the only real part of him showing.

As we walked out onto the floor, I jokingly gave his dick a squeeze. I mean, after all, his hand (or should I say wingtip?) was under my skirt, firmly planted on my ass. As I squeezed it, I looked down and was startled to see a red heart-shaped scar or birthmark on the tip of his dick. This was the same dick I had encountered at while cock-sucking at the adult bookstore and I had again seen it on the video of my initiation night. In fact, I had seen this lovely tool on at least three occasions and still had no idea who it belonged to.

I tried to get Donald to tell me his real name, but with no luck. He just kept quacking little obscenities in my ear. We had been grinding together as we danced and before it was over, that heart-cock was between my legs, rubbing on my moistening slit as we danced. The feeling of it sawing back and forth and stiffening more as we danced was exquisite.

On the next dance I was whisked away by Buffalo Bill. Wearing just chaps and a vest, I could feel my boobs pressed against his hard chest and the chaps allowed me to grab his bare butt as we danced. I maneuvered his cock between my legs as I had with Donald's dick and used both hands to help him slide back and forth along my slit.

After just a couple more songs, Dorothy (in the band) got everyone's attention and announced it was time to "Conga down the yellow brick road." As the band kicked into the conga music, Dorothy got into the spirit of the evening by removing her panties and tossing them into the audience. That's when I noticed that most of the band members had also adopted clothing similar to the audience.

The crowd quickly got into a boy-girl-boy-girl line and began moving and shaking around the room. I had hold of the wooly ass of Bo Peep's sheep. The sheep was obviously a ram from the glimpse I had seen as I approached him. I didn't look back to see who had his hands on my ass, occasionally sliding a thumb between my cheeks, until I looked back part way around the room to see Mickey Mouse grinning back at me.

After the conga line, there was even more groping on the dance floor than before. Mickey had spun me away from the line as it finished and proceeded to finger my snatch as I played with his very un-mouselike rod. That was followed by a similar dance with the Beast while beauty was dancing with Buffalo Bill. The Beast was quite tall and had a very long, thick black cock. As we danced, it was pressing against me between my exposed tits, almost touching my chin. I finally leaned down and licked and kissed the tip since it was so near.

The next announcement was for the limbo contest. Nearly everyone groaned, but most participated anyway. Of course everyone wanted to watch from in front of the limbo bar. That's where there was the best view of everyone coming under the bar spraddle-legged and exposed. Most people went out on the second go-around. I actually made it until it was down to about two feet high. I loved the feeling of being so totally exposed and vulnerable as I wiggled under the bar. 

The last two remaining were Jasmine, in open crotch, transparent harem pants and only tassels on her breasts, and the Baby Bear. The bear's short stature was working in his favor, but as he maneuvered under the bar, Snow White stood over his face, fingering her pussy. This caused his cock to twitch and he knocked off the bar. Jasmine high-fived Snow and knew she had only to get under to win. With her knees spread widely she inched forward with everyone cheering her on and escaped triumphant under the bar.

Uncle Brad called her to the stage so he could give her the prize. It was a dildo with a small Jack-o-lantern on the head. She held it aloft triumphantly and then evoked huge cheers and applause from the crowd when she opened her legs and pushed it fully into her wet snatch.

The band took a break and everyone cooled down with a drink. I walked over and stood by Tracey. "Tracey, I am so horny right now, I'd screw anyone or anything."

"Me, too," she purred. "What do you think he has planned next?"

As if in answer to her question, the microphone crackled again. "It's nearing midnight and the unmasking. Before that happens though, we are going to play Musical Chairs."

A murmur passed through the crowd. Tracey and I looked at each other in disbelief. The catering staff emerged carrying chairs. They had changed out of their prairie clothes and were now wearing red long johns, all having their cocks and pussies displayed through open snaps.

"Now I hope all will play, but I promise if you don't you will enjoy watching anyway." He paused to let this information sink in. "Now I want all the male participants to take a seat against the wall to my left." Forty-three men took moved to the benches.


"Ladies, I need those that plan to participate to line up against the wall on my right." Most of the women headed for that side of the room. I think there were a few more women than men.

"Now those that are not participating will be the first to unmask."

The few remaining people removed their masks and there were shouts of recognition and bemusement all around. The only ones I recognized were Dr. and Mrs. Benjamin, who were just relieved to take off the Mama and Papa bear heads. Of course, BBW removed his hot wolf mask since he was the emcee and already identified anyway.

"Before we begin, I want to make sure everyone is ready. Ladies, please turn to face the wall and bend over." We all did so quickly, putting our heads down on the bench and standing spread-legged, showing our asses and pussies to the men across the room. A few flashbulbs went off to record the spectacle of over 40 exposed slits awaiting attention.

"Now, I would like the gentlemen to go make sure all those delicious looking clams are good and wet." I shivered in anticipation. 

I heard the footsteps approach and felt a hand on my ass. When a tongue began exploring my folds, I moaned and looked down between my legs. I could see the wooly body of Bo Peep's sheep kneeling behind me.

I was just starting to get into it when Uncle Brad announced, "Men, move over three to your right."

The sheep left and was replaced by the green leggings belonging to Mr. 'Robin Hood' Randall, my history teacher. He began with his tongue and soon had one and then two fingers sliding in and out of me.

Uncle Brad again interrupted us, "Gentlemen, move three to the right." Mr. Randall's green tight-covered legs were replaced by some covered in black tights, but the oversized white shoes identified the new man as Mickey Mouse. He too tongued and nibbled my pussy and quickly slipped one of his fingers into my pussy. Then he slid it out and I felt it slide into my puckered asshole as a different one replaced it in my pussy. I was very near orgasm when the Big Bad Wolf called a halt to the action and sent the men back to the other side of the room. 

"Now, ladies, it's your turn to return the favor. No limp dicks are allowed in my version of musical chairs. Please see to it that all are good and stiff." The men leaned back on the benches and all of the women crossed the room and knelt, grabbing a cock. Most of them were already hard or very close to it.

I was working hard on General Patton when Uncle Brad made us move three to the right and I was faced with the Beast's monstrous black bat. Daisy Duck was just to my right and I saw her beak flip up as she went after Aladdin's jewels. I licked up and down the length and sucked his balls into my mouth. Then I opened wide and managed to get the head in so I could tickle his opening as I stroked it. I was rewarded with a taste of pre-cum just as Uncle Brad announced we were to move four to the right.

This put me on Donald Duck's dick and I once again went down on the mysterious man with the heart shaped mark on his cock. I did my best to deep-throat him and thought about who he might be. He had his hands on my head and seemed to be actually slowing me down. I think he was afraid he might come before the game started.

The Wolf then spoke again, "Now, if the gentlemen will have a seat, I will explain how this game is played." The men all moved to the center of the room. "Ladies, when the music is playing, you will walk clockwise around the men. When it stops, grab a cock. If you fail to grab one, you will be eliminated and un-masked. If you do grab one, please feel free to do whatever you want to make the man lose his load. But, if the music starts, you must move on to another. As each man comes, he will be eliminated and unmasked. His chair will be removed. The last man to come and the last woman to be there making him do so will be the winners. Does everyone understand?"

Cheers and agreement went up from all as the women formed a ring around the men. The music began and we started moving in a cautious circle around them listening intently and trying to guess which one we would get.

Suddenly the music stopped and I raced to the nearest man. Since there were a few more women than men, three were eliminated and exposed as they took their places among the watchers. I straddled a prince and slowly slid down onto his rod, then began bouncing up and down while he moaned. Tracey, to my left was grinding on Baby Bear. I looked around and saw that Minnie Mouse was riding Donald Duck and Daisy was struggling to get more of the Beast inside of her. 

I was getting really into it when the music started again and I had to release the prince and move on. Nobody was eliminated when the music stopped again because we were even between men and women. I grabbed Tarzan and quickly got him inside of me. On the third round, I was astride Robin Hood when I felt him start to twitch. I worked him with my pussy muscles and was rewarded when he began spurting inside of me. I stood and bent to lick some up as Mr. Randall removed his mask and moved away.

The red long-john clad staff removed seven chairs on that round. That meant seven women were eliminated on the next. I barely got to Mickey Mouse, and only because Jasmine tripped on her loose pants. I orgasmed as I rode him, but he managed to hold out. On that round, eight more were eliminated. I got the Beast on the next go-round and he had to lift me up so I could try to fit him in. He nibbled my breasts as I rode, getting him farther in on each stroke. I sensed he was close and rose almost off of him and plunged down hard, letting my weight carry me and felt his pubic hair meet mine at last. I came hard and he did as well, eliminating one more man from the competition.

I had noticed that Daisy got Donald about every other round and seemed to be going easy on him to keep him in the race. We now had only nine men left and I had to bump Goldilocks out of the way to get to Tarzan again. He let out a traditional apeman yell as he came inside of me and I rode him for my own orgasm.

With five men left, the women were circling closely although some were getting weak-kneed from the repeated orgasms. Tracey and I managed to stay in along with Snow White, Cinderella, and Minnie Mouse. I was too busy with Mickey to notice who was in the Daisy costume when she was eliminated. I looked around but could not see her so I concentrated on milking Mickey, but he made it through. 

Baby Bear and the last prince were eliminated and when the music stopped, it was just Puss in Boots, Minnie, and me riding Donald, Mickey, and the Hunchback. As soon as the Hunchback squirted and groaned, the music started again. 

I easily got to Mickey, but Minnie seemed to let the Puss get to Donald ahead of her. So it came down to the two youngest girls at the party riding the two Disney dicks. I worked hard on Mickey because I wanted to be the one to unmask Donald. I hoped he could last. Tracey was twisting and grinding for all she was worth. An idea struck me. I dipped a finger into my snatch alongside Mickey's monster and got it slick with my juices and the loads of sperm that were there. I used it to lubricate my tiny asshole. When I could get two fingers in, I rose off the cock and re-inserted it in my ass. It only took seconds for him to cry out in orgasm as he filled that hole with his seed.

I rose triumphant and assisted him in removing the mask as the music started. I was a little shocked to see that Mickey was Tracey's Dad. I kissed him on the lips and thanked him. He drug himself off the chair and moved away, leaving Tracey and I to circle Donald.

The music went on and on, making us circle over and over, the crowd cheering us on. Tracey and I eyed each other. We were always quick when moving behind him and moved slowly when we were in front. I was on his right and Tracey on his left when the music stopped. I reached back and knew I had won when I realized Tracey's furry hand was on top of mine holding Donald's dick.

Puss in Boots moved away and everyone began clapping and cheering as I settled onto the last cock available and began milking him, using every trick I had learned in the past month. I rubbed my breasts against his beak and he finally allowed it to fold up so he could nibble my nipples as we fucked. I ground against him and felt an orgasm building, pushing me faster and faster. He was meeting my strokes in rhythm. I began to spasm in ecstasy and then he pulled me tight onto his lap and let out a very un-ducklike yell as he came deep within me. I continued to ride him and extend my own orgasm until he went limp.

I stood up, releasing his dick and reached for his mask. He helped me remove it and my jaw dropped as my father said, "Sophie, that was incredible. We'll have to do it again sometime."

I was still staring open-mouthed when my mother came up, her red hair uncovered and the feathers gone from her bush, which was shaved into a heart just like mine.

"Sophie, I love what you did with your costume." "Thanks," I mumbled still staring open-mouthed from one to the other.

"You know, you no longer have to sneak around to Harvey's and the video store. We've known all about this from the start. We nominated you for membership. Who do you think videotaped you at your initiation? We were so proud. You did so well."

Uncle Brad took the stage. He thanked the band and said, "Thank you all for coming." He paused. "And coming and coming and coming." There was laughter all around at this bawdy pun. Everyone had cum, including several times for myself. 

"Congratulations to Sophie and her father for their valiant effort in musical chairs." This was followed by applause, and people patting me on the back, the butt, or whatever they could reach. I was still stunned that my parents had participated in my total sexual corruption.

My dad was still sitting exhausted in his chair. I went back and kissed him deeply and then thanked him for the ride. 

"Now that all of you know each other a little better, it's up to you to provide your own entertainment. The hot tubs, pool, and the dungeon are available, as well as all of the bedrooms. In addition you will notice that the benches fold down to make wider cushions." The catering staff was folding the benches out and spreading large pillows across them. Food and other refreshments had been added to the buffet for those that needed nourishment to continue.

"Make yourselves comfortable, feel free to stay the night, and enjoy."

The crowd broke into applause and began to lose more parts of their costumes as they mingled and regrouped. All around the room, people began splitting off in pairs, trios, or larger groups and fondling each other

Uncle Brad stepped away from the microphone only to be attacked by the Three Little Pigs who begun an effort to turn the tables and blow his cock down. 

I felt a hand on my butt and turned to see Mr. Randall. "Isn't it about time for Little Red to be riding Hood?" he asked with a smile. I said, "See you later," to my parents and headed to a vacant cushion with my teacher, where he laid down on his back. I bent to suck him momentarily and then straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his waiting cock. Then Little Red did ride Hood hard and fast. I reached an orgasm moments before he did. As soon as he shot his first load inside me, I dismounted and sucked him dry. When I had calmed down a bit, I realized Tracey was on her hands and knees with Harry Potter's magic wand shoved into Puss's pussy.

As soon as I recovered, I got up intending to find something to eat before finding another partner. I saw Daisy Duck being rear-ended by Prince Charming while Donald was boffing Cinderella. At the same time, Cinderella was kissing Daisy. Mom and Dad were certainly enjoying the party.

I had a cool drink to cool off and then spotted Tracey. She was on her knees on one of the benches sucking on Buffalo Bill who had Snow White sitting on his face. She was sucking on Robin Hood who was standing in front of her. I went to the bench and lay under Tracey and began eating the cum out of her pussy. As I was doing this, the Beast came up and asked if I was ready. I paused to tell him to bring it on and was speared by his monstrous tool.

Partners and positions changed for a couple of hours. Some disappeared to the dungeon. Others took a swim or a soak. Some began drifting off to the bedrooms. During that time I stayed in the ballroom, a name which had a whole new meaning now. I had at least a dozen orgasms. I was fucked in the pussy, ass, and face; once all at the same time. I sucked cocks of every size, shape, and color and been eaten by both men and women. I had even licked the slits of five other women myself.

Nearly everyone, including the staff and the band members, seemed to move from person to person and group to group having sex in many forms with anyone that was willing and able. Between orgasms, some would just sit and maybe have something to eat or drink. Most were now totally nude, but some, like me, still had on at least a portion of their costume. I even saw Mother Goose involved with two men at once. It was an orgy never to be forgotten. 

By two or three in the morning, some people left to go home. Others settled into rooms with various partners. Mom and Dad escorted me to my room and we took our time and tried several positions over the next thirty or forty minutes before they left to their own room. When they left, Tracey came in with the Tin Man and the Scarecrow and asked if I would mind if they joined me. I agreed enthusiastically. Sometime during the early morning hours I fell into an exhausted sleep.

This was one Halloween party I will never forget. Much better than 'Trick or Treat.' It was all tricks AND treats.

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