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                                   Kim
                             by Samantha K.

Copyright© 2008 by Samantha K.


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Description: Kim rebels and sets in motion a chain of events that will change the lives of many people in dramatic and unpredictable ways.

Codes: mf mF ff cons bi bro Fdom humil group oral lac exhib size mod
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"But Mommmmmmmm!" Kim Hawkins whined in her most annoying tone. The two-note rendition of the word 'Mom' was a clear indication that she no longer expected to win the argument and was just trying to be as irritating as possible.

"I said 'No' and I meant it, Kimberly," her mother replied in her own calm, measured, 'I'm the parent here and you'll do as I say' voice. Her use of the long form of her daughter's name reinforced the finality of the decision. "You may not wear a see-through blouse in public without a bra on underneath. Now, I've told you that I would help you dye a bra to match the blouse, but that's all. Maybe when you are older this would be appropriate for a party or a nightclub. You are too emotionally immature now and this is inappropriate school attire."

"But the Nudist Lobby and the ACLU got those old Indecent Exposure laws rescinded. They've been struck down." Kim recited, "I should be able to wear anything I want, no matter how much skin shows."

"I've told you, this is not about what's legal and it's not about skin. This is about you learning to make the right choices. And when did you become a lawyer?"

"Mr. Waters had us do papers on recent Supreme Court decisions in Civics."

"And you picked this case?"

"Well, Bobby Porter did that one. I did one on the mandatory gun-ownership law in that town in Georgia, but that doesn't matter. It was a Supreme Court decision and that's final!"

June Hawkins almost smiled at that. Bringing Supreme Court decisions into an argument was definitely a step up from the whining, but it was still beside the point.

"Kim, in this house I can overrule the Supreme Court. You are not wearing that blouse."

"But Mommmmmm!: Kim's lip started to quiver and she was seconds away from starting to bawl. "Other girls wear them!"

"This is about your level of maturity, dear. If you behave like a little girl, you get treated like a little girl. When you learn to behave in a mature manner, you will be treated accordingly. Until then, you will have to follow the rules that your Father and I lay down for you. Now take that blouse off and put on something appropriate for eating dinner with your family. Your Father and brother are waiting on us."

June was at the end of her rope with dealing with her willful daughter. Ever since Kim's teenage hormones started up and her body blossomed from a skinny pre-teen into a shapely young woman, Kim had been determined to display herself as blatantly as possible. This was understandable and even normal for a teen, but Kim's body had matured much faster than her mind. She still acted years younger than her calendar age. This might have only been a minor problem or even cute if Kim looked her age, but Kim's figure had developed well ahead of her actual age. Her slim waist, flat tummy, slim hips, and 36DD chest belonged more on an exotic dancer rather than a High School sophomore. For this reason, June and Walt Hawkins tried harder than they otherwise would have to restrain their daughter's wild impulses. It was very hard at times. Dealing with Kim was becoming a strain on the family. Kim's 15-year-old brother, Jeff, routinely displayed more maturity than she did. In fact, until only a few months ago, 'Jeff' had been 'Jeffy'. One day he had spoken up at dinner to solemnly ask everyone to please call him 'Jeff' from then on. June and Walt had been so proud, but Kim had done nothing but snipe at her brother. She did her best to taunt and belittle him for days afterward. June had had to bite her tongue to keep from pointing out to Kim that she was only embarrassing herself by proving to everyone that she was the less mature of the two. Walt had take Jeff aside to reassure the boy that eventually his sister would learn to act her age and they he should try not to let it affect him.

"You're becoming a man, Jeff." Walt had told him. "We're very proud of you. We need you to help us teach your sister. We need you to set an example."

Jeff had taken this to heart. He had staunchly ignored the taunts, the teasing and the tears. Instead of learning from him, Kim had taken his refusal to be baited as evidence that Jeff was trying to make her look bad in front of their parents. She had even resorted to entrapment in her efforts to bring him down to her level. The most outlandish example of this was when she accused him of breaking in on her while she was changing clothes.

Jeff had been delivering a load of clean towels to Kim's bathroom at his mother's request. When he walked through the open door into her room, Kim started screaming at the top of her lungs. Sure that her daughter had been seriously injured, June raced upstairs to find Kim kneeling on her bed, naked and shrieking at Jeff, who stood just inside the room, still holding the pile of folded towels.

"He did it on purpose! He barged in while I was changing. He's always peeking at me! He's a little pervert!"

June took one look at the situation and shook her head, sadly. She wanted to try to explain things to Kim. She wanted to tell her that if she were really embarrassed by her brother seeing her naked, that her hands would be somewhere other than clenched in fists on her hips. She wanted to tell her that since there were no clothes visible in the room that she could have been changing into or out of, she could hardly have been caught in the process of changing. She wanted to tell her that if she had believed this were actually a long-standing problem she could have taken the simple measure of locking her bedroom door if she were planning to lounge around in the nude. She wanted to tell her that an adolescent boy trying to peek at someone, even she was his sister, who looked like she belonged in a Miss Nude Universe contest, was as normal and inevitable as gravity. She wanted to tell Kim that she was only embarrassing herself with this pathetic display. Instead she just sighed and told Jeff, "I know you appreciate your sister's body. I hope you understand the lengths to which she has obviously gone to show it to you. When you've seen enough, go put the towels away."

Jeff had not responded to his sister's accusations, for which June had been grateful. As he left the room, she had noticed a bulge in his crotch that the baggy shorts he usually wore had failed to disguise, something that his sister had thankfully missed, or she would have pointed it out at the top of her lungs. From the look if it, the boy had inherited most of his father's genes. If anything, he was already better equipped than his old man, even at 15.

June reflected that the present argument over the girl's choice of clothes was much the same situation. She was being forced again to try to protect her daughter from her own poor choices, a role that was wearing very thin.

"Now, dear. Everyone is waiting. Get dressed and come on downstairs." Looking at her daughter, sitting on the bed with her lower lip quivering and her nipples poking defiantly against the sheer fabric of the blouse she had just bought that afternoon, June thought that perhaps a new approach was desperately needed. She just wished that she could think of one.

Tears streaking her lovely face, Kim practically tore off the flimsy blouse and threw it to the floor.

"If you won't let me wear what I want, then I'll wear nothing at all!" Kim screamed. She kicked off her sandals, pushed her skirt off her hips and let it fall to the floor and yanked her panties down and kicked the whole pile of clothes into the corner. She stamped her foot and stuck out her lower lip.

June stared at her naked daughter. Kim's large breasts were so firm and her skin so taut that they barely jiggled from her exertions. They sat high on her chest, blessed with whatever youthful power that allowed them to defy the pull of gravity and make brassieres a fashion accessory instead of a necessary support garment. They rose and fell on her chest with her breathing, their puffy pink areolas and perky nipples pointing slightly upward at their tips. Below them, her abdomen curved sensuously inward to create a concavity below her rib cage and then slightly outward again at her navel before flattening out where it met the small triangle of downy blonde hair nestled between her legs. Her firm, dimpled bottom and narrow hips blended into a pair of curvaceous legs of the sort that men dreamed of lying between. Kim's body was a solicitation for sex that would incite lust in every man who saw her. Until she learned to deal with this she would be a sexual loose cannon, a danger to herself and every man she met. Something drastic had to be done and soon.

"Maybe it's time to stop pushing the rope?" June thought, "Maybe it's time I pulled?" Taking a deep breath, she made up her mind.

"OK, fine. If that's your decision, so be it."

Kim looked at her mother as if she had not understood a word. "What do you mean?" she said, falteringly.

"I mean we'll do it your way, dear." June picked up her daughter's discarded clothes and quickly folded them and put them away in the drawer. "I mean you can wear nothing at all. Now dry your eyes, fix your face and come on downstairs. Dinner is about ready." June retreated downstairs before second thoughts could creep into her mind. She had made a drastic decision, but a drastic decision was called for. Now she would try to muster the courage to back it up. For her daughter's sake, she hoped that this worked. It would be hard for everyone, but she was sure she could get Walt to go along.

Once she had checked in the kitchen to make sure nothing had caught fire during her absence, June took her husband aside and told him what she had done.

"Don't ask me if I'm sure this is the right thing, because I'm not sure," she told him, "It's just that nothing else has worked!"

"Don't worry, hon." Walt reassured her, "I'll back you up 100%. She has to wake up and smell the coffee and it has to happen soon. If she is going to function as an adult, she is going to have to learn to act like one. It that takes some 'tough love' then that's what it takes. Have you thought about how far you are willing to go with this?"

"How far? Well, fortunately, this is Friday evening; so we have the weekend. If it goes past that, things could get, ah, oh. I see your point. We could be making things worse instead of better." June looked at her husband with worry in her eyes.

"Well, at the school board meeting yesterday, they voted to suspend enforcement of the dress code until the consequences of the Supreme Court decision shake out. There won't be any repercussions there. I can alert Principal Kershaw before Monday. There shouldn't be any legal problems, unless the legislature acts quicker than they ever have to slam the door on this. We will probably get some criticism from people, but I'm willing to risk it for Kim's sake."

"Thank you, dear. I knew I could count on you," she said, giving her husband a quick kiss.

"I'll brief Jeff. He won't be a problem. After all she's done to him, he will be happy to see her get her comeuppance. Now go get Kim and we'll eat."

As she expected, June had to climb back up the stairs to Kim's room. When she opened the door, Kim was sitting on the bed, drying her eyes.

"Come on dear, it's time to eat."

"But mother, you can't be serious. You don't really expect me to come down like this..." Kim looked down at her nakedness and back to her mother with a pleading look.

"Yes, dear. I do. And you will. You made this choice, now you will follow it through." "Like an adult." June wanted to say, but that was the objective, and she did not want to push her daughter into another crying jag just when she might have a chance to open her eyes. "Come along."

June took Kim by the hand and led her out of the bedroom. She felt some resistance, but the girl followed. When they reached the top of the stairs, she released Kim's hand. This would be the critical point. June mentally crossed her fingers behind her back.

"Go ahead, dear. Everyone is waiting."

Kim looked back at her mother. She could not believe that she was being forced to parade naked in front of her father. And her little brother! A look of terror flashed across her face. She stared down the stairs as if they led to the gallows.

June practically held her breath as she watched her daughter wrestle with her fear. Hope began to rise within her breast as she saw Kim stare down the stairs instead of up at her. She was being forced to choose between admitting to herself that she was just a little girl or accepting the consequences of her own decision like an adult. The outcome would affect her forever.

Kim suddenly wiped her eyes once more and pushed her hair back from her face. She reached for the railing and looked down at her nude body as she would have looked at her clothes to make sure they were presentable or if they needed adjustment. As her mother watched, she brushed her fingers through her pubic hair in an attempt to comb it out.

When Kim took her first step down the stairs, June almost applauded with delight. For the first time in her memory, Kim was accepting responsibility. It was a beginning. June suddenly had a flash of insight. This was a beginning, but it was only a beginning. She would have to push this as far and as hard as she could to make the most of this opportunity. Her daughter's whole future depended on the outcome. June steeled herself for what was to come.

When Kim reached the dining room, she paused in the doorway. Neither her father nor brother had looked up yet. She could still run back to her room.

Behind her, June saw Kim stop and her breath caught in her throat again. Surely she would not turn back now. She watched the muscles in her daughter's bottom tighten, a clear flight or fight reaction to the stress of the situation. She saw the muscles in her shoulders and back tense and she saw her daughter pull her shoulders back, pushing her breasts defiantly high on her chest before walking into the room.

"YES!" June thought to herself. This was working better than she had hoped.

Kim announced her presence herself.

"Hello Daddy," she said. She bent down and pecked her father on the cheek. The tension was almost enough to make her swoon. Time almost seemed to stand still. She stood with her toes clenched in the nap of the carpet, trying to keep her balance. She was hyperaware of her body and her nakedness. Her skin had broken out in goosebumps all over her body. As she looked at the goosebumps, she saw that her nipples were standing up, as hard as little rocks, and her areolas were crinkled. She could feel the tautness in them pulling on her breasts. In this incredible situation she wasn't sure how she should feel about that. She thought she could feel the air moving over every inch of her body. Her sense of touch seemed to have become incredibly acute.

Walt looked up at his daughter and smiled, "Hi, punkin." Better sit down and eat before it gets cold." He reached out and patted her on the fanny like he always did.

To Kim, the warmth of her father's hand on her naked bottom was like a branding iron. She flinched under his touch so violently that she thought she would jump onto the table and land in the mashed potatoes. Somehow, the laughable image of her lying on the dining table like a big stuffed turkey — a big naked turkey — broke her tension. She took a deep breath and shuddered with the release.

As Kim walked around the table to her place, she looked at her brother out of the corner of her eye to see if he was ogling her. He seemed to be more interested in what their mother was putting on the table than in her nakedness. "Good!" she thought, "the little creep better keep his eyes to himself." As she sat down, she looked across the table at him. He was looking at her, but his expression wasn't the drooling leer she expected. "He's going to make some comment! Something nasty! I know it!" she thought to herself, "It's what I would do in his place." Suddenly Kim felt all the air go out of her smugness about what she expected of her brother. "It is what I would do," she thought, "not what he would do." Staring down at her empty plate, she tried hard to think of a time when Jeff had said something hurtful to her. She failed. She looked up at her brother again. He was still looking at her, but he wasn't gloating or even smiling.

"How does it feel?" Jeff asked her.

Kim was taken aback by the question. "What? Oh..." she looked down at herself. She was sitting naked at the dining room table with her family, about to eat dinner. Her gooseflesh had subsided, but the tips of her breasts were drawn up so tight they almost hurt. She started to rub them to get them to ease up, but yanked her hands back into her lap before they could reach her breasts. Her mind was buzzing as she tried to decide how she felt. She raised her head and cocked it to one side. "Strange," she said, "just ... strange."

Walt Hawkins observed the exchange between his children with feigned disinterest. In fact, he was alert to every gesture, every word, every nuance of their conversation. He, like his wife, desperately wanted this to work. So far, all the signs were good. Kim had exhibited considerable self-control by coming downstairs without a fuss. Now she was having a normal conversation with her brother. "Well, 'normal' is a relative term," Walt reflected. Still, it seemed to be working. Walt mentally crossed his fingers, and made the same resolution as his wife had earlier — to take this as far as it needed to go.

"Aren't you cold?" Jeff asked.

Before Kim could answer, June said, "We can turn the thermostat up if you're uncomfortable, dear?" Walt looked at her and nodded, solicitously.

"No, I'm fine. Really," Kim responded. She raised her arm to show that her goosebumps had gone, but changed her mind about inviting everyone to look at her skin. There was just so much of it on display. It wasn't the temperature that was making her uncomfortable, anyway. Kim's feeling of heightened sensitivity was still with her. She could feel every current of air in the room, from the air blowing from the vent at the end of the room, to the sudden gust every time her mother opened the kitchen door to bring in another serving dish. She could feel the carpet under her bare feet, the upholstery of the chair under her bottom, and the cool, hard wood of the back of the chair. If she concentrated very hard on something on the table, she could push her awareness that she was completely naked toward the back of her mind, but she could not block the sensations on her skin, so awareness kept jumping back. She had never felt so connected to her environment before. It was as if everything and everyone in the room were touching her somewhere on her body. She rubbed her hands on her thighs under the table, trying to cancel the sensations. She pushed her hands down to her knees and then rubbed back along the sides of her legs to her bare hips, but this only made her more acutely aware of her nudity. Again, she yanked her hands back into her lap. Then she became aware that she could feel her pubic hair on the insides of her wrists, so she put them on the table on either side of her place-setting. After a few second she realized that the moisture from her palms was making her hands stick to the varnished surface of the table, so she put them back in her lap. By the time everyone had been served and they had begun to eat, Kim felt like crawling under the table to hide.

Her parents both had noticed her growing unease, but neither was prepared to give an inch. They were committed to seeing this through.

The act of eating helped to calm Kim somewhat. However, she found that having her breasts in her field of view every time she looked down at her plate to be distracting. "I don't remember them being this big!" she thought. They seemed to be in her way all the time. Every forkful of food had to be guided past her twin peaks on the way to her mouth. She was very careful to chew with her mouth closed, so that crumbs would not fall onto her breasts where she would have to deal with them in front of everyone.

Inevitably, she had a mishap. As she reached out for her glass of water, she felt her right breast dip into the gravy on her mashed potatoes. She pulled her arm back quickly and sat bolt upright. No one seemed to have noticed, but the warm gravy felt like it was scorching her skin. She felt like screaming. She began to blush, and she was aware that she was blushing and that everyone could see the red in her face and see it spread down her neck and down her breasts. Slowly, she picked her napkin up from her lap and tried as inconspicuously as possible to wipe the dollop of gravy from below her right nipple. She wanted to pick up her breast and do a thorough job, to make sure she had got all the gravy. She wanted to dip her napkin in her water glass and rub it, as she would have without a thought if the gravy had go onto her blouse, but she could not stand the thought of sitting here at the dinner table and having everyone watch her bathe her naked breast. All this was making them tighten up again, too. She could feel her nipples standing up and waving to everyone, shouting, "Hey, look at us! Here we are! Everybody look!" She allowed her shoulders to slump forward and she leaned forward toward her plate so her traitorous nipples were below the edge of the table.

"Sit up straight, dear. Mind your posture," her mother admonished her.

Startled, Kim sat up straight instantly, raking her distended nipples on the edge of the table in the process. The pain of whacking them on the wood made her eyes cross. She closed them and bit her lip to keep from crying out. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Jeff looking at her from across the table. He must have looked up just as she had reacted to her mother. He must have seen her accident. He couldn't miss her engorged, throbbing nipples as they stood out even further from her breasts, but he only looked at her with a concerned expression for a second, and then resumed eating without making any comment. "Thank you, Jeff," Kim thought. Then, as if she could broadcast it across the table, she thought loudly, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

The rest of the meal passed without incident, for which Kim was also grateful. Just as she prepared to slip out of the room and dash back upstairs, her mother said, "Kim, why don't you help me clear the table?"

"Noooooo!" she thought, but she kept the thought to herself. "Sure, Mom," she said, allowing only a trace of disappointment into her voice. She had gotten used to the cover of the table, where only her breasts could be seen. Now she would have to get up a parade around where everyone could see all of her. She was sure that this was just what her mother had in mind when she asked for her assistance. Kim steeled herself and then stood up from the table and began to collect the dishes. As she worked around to her brother's chair, he handed his empty plate up to her. As she took it from him, he looked in her eyes and smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you, Jeff," she said without taking her eyes from his. She hoisted the pile of plates in front of her face and sidled around behind her brother's chair. As she passed she felt her breast brush against the back of his head. She was so startled that she almost dropped the dishes. Her own brother had just touched her breast! She was just becoming furious when she thought, "No. Actually, I did that. I did that accidentally. I think I did that accidentally? How could I have meant to do that?" It was so confusing, thinking of her brother as something other than an object to be despised and ridiculed. The meal they had just shared was the longest time she could remember that there had been peace between them. Jeff had done nothing to exploit her situation, made no comment, done no leering. Had her nakedness changed him somehow? How could he ... when she was the one ... It was too confusing. Kim carried off the first load of dishes to the kitchen.

"Just put them in the sink, dear," her mother told her as she padded across the linoleum floor.

"Mom?" Kim said, wanting to ask something, but not sure what it was.

"Yes, dear?"

"I, ah, can I..." Kim wanted desperately to ask if she could go back up to her room, so she could hide her naked body, but she knew the answer to that question before she asked it. The answer was written in her mother's eyes and her posture.

"Can I stay and watch TV tonight?" Kim tried to sound cheerful, but to her ears it came out like a slave asking for another stroke of the lash. Kim reflected that that was hard to say, but then, she had done a lot of hard things tonight.

"Of course, dear. You can stay until your bedtime. But at 10:00 you must promise to go to bed, no matter what is on TV."

"OK. I promise."

After the dishes were done, they all adjourned to the den, where Walt had the TV on. He was already in his easy chair with his feet up, watching a sit-com's opening credits. Kim was happy to see that it was one of the few shows that she liked, so she started over to sit on the loveseat next to Jeff. Her stride faltered and she almost came to a stop in the middle of the room. She realized that she was going to have to sit next to Jeff all evening on a loveseat where they would be only inches away from each other. Jeff was already sitting on the end closest to the TV, looking like he was taking up more than half the small couch. He might be two years her junior, but he was already two inches taller than she was and out-weighed her by 20 pounds. His size had earned him a spot on the Jr. High football team, but now it was earning him a nasty look for taking up all the space on the couch. Kim swallowed hard and kept walking. It would be more embarrassing to stop in the middle of the room, backlit by the glow of the TV screen, than to go sit down and suffer in silence.

She sat down on the couch with her back pressed firmly against the armrest, trying very hard to stay as far from Jeff as the piece of furniture would allow. As she sat, he glanced back at her and then turned back to watch the program. Her mother sat down in her own wingback chair and with a quick glance at her children, she also started to enjoy the program.

It was only during the commercial break at the bottom of the hour that Kim noticed that she was sitting in a draft. The air-conditioning vent behind the couch was blowing right up her bare back. She stood it for another few minutes, but then she started to shiver. The motion distracted her brother from the program and he turned back to her and whispered, "S'matter, sis?"

"Cold," she whispered back, "Swap places?"

"OK."

Jeff stood and stepped over her feet, careful not to stomp on her toes, as she slid up to the other end of the loveseat. This put her profile between him and the TV at the end of the room, a situation that she realized meant he could stare at her as much as he wanted without being obvious about it. She clenched her fists in her lap and hunched her shoulders. She shivered again.

Jeff apparently interpreted her shiver to mean she was still cold, because he leaned forward and put his arm behind her on the back of the couch. Kim instantly tensed and pulled back her elbow to smack her brother for daring to take advantage of the situation. She had just grit her teeth in anticipation of the impact when she felt the warmth of his body soaking into her. The feeling distracted her from the violence she had intended to commit on him. She froze in her coiled position, savoring the sensation. She had been much colder than she thought. His body heat was delicious and soothing. Her most primitive instincts asserted themselves and she felt herself relax and lean back against her brother, surrendering to the sensuality of his warmth.

As the evening wore on, Kim became more accustomed to physical contact with Jeff. Without intending to, she slid back against him so that they were pressed together from knee to shoulder. With his arm around her, she was almost sitting in his lap. The urge to cuddle is deeply ingrained into the human brain. Kim's body remembered doing it with her father when she was little and it had no trouble adapting to her brother now. When he gently rolled his arm and laid his hand on her forearm, she did not even flinch, but only smiled at the additional contact and leaned against him more heavily, allowing him to draw her closer. Absorbed in the TV program, she hardly noticed that she had pulled Jeff's arm around her so that his palm was hovering just over her breast. She had simply allowed her body to overrule her brain.

Her father noticed their closeness and sighed to himself. Stripping their daughter naked was forcing her to regress to a primitive level and allowing her to relate to her brother in a different way. Hopefully, the same process could be applied to other relationships with equal success. Anything that stopped the endless whining accusations and verbal attacks would be an immense improvement as far as he was concerned. This was the most peace and quiet there had been in the Hawkins house for a long time.

Walt reached across and lightly touched his wife on the arm. She looked over at him, glanced at their kids cuddled together on the couch and smiled. She looked at the wall clock. It was only a few minutes before their bedtime. June wished she could make the clock stand still. This was the happiest she had been in a long time.

When 10 o'clock came, Walt changed the channel to his motorcycle show. June grudgingly got to her feet.

"OK, kids. Bedtime. No arguments, now. Up you go."

Kim yawned. The stress of the evening had worn her out. She was quite willing to head upstairs without an argument. She reluctantly pushed herself out her cozy position on the couch, her left hand on the armrest and her right behind her, where it fell directly into Jeff's lap. As she raised herself up, Kim heard her brother grunt. She realized that she had put her hand on something hard.

"Oh my God!" she thought, clutching her right hand with her left. "I touched his thing! I put my hand right on his ... his ... penis!" Kim was mortified. She mechanically kissed her mother and father good night and almost ran up the stairs, still clutching her hand as though it had been contaminated by the contact. "Ewwwww! I touched it" she thought.

Kim sat on her bed and stared at her hand. "It was hard as steel," she thought, "Big, too." She remembered it filling her hand. She flexed her fingers around what she imagined the shape of her brother's penis to be. Her fingertips did not meet. She had no frame of reference for penis sizes. "That's got to be very big." Her eyes grew wide. She was suddenly fascinated by the idea of touching a big penis — even if it was her brother's. She felt a sympathetic stabbing pain between her legs as she imagined something that size going inside her. She pressed her left hand between her legs to rub the pain away. "That thing would kill me!" she thought. She had been on dates and she had learned all about sex in the Human Sexuality course that was a mandatory credit for High School students in her district, but neither the class nor her imagination, nor her fantasies about what sex was and what it would be like had ever prepared her for one fleeting touch of a real penis. "A cock," she remembered. "They're only penises in the book. Everyone else calls them 'cocks' or 'dicks.' Life can be pretty unfair, I suppose. My breasts are much larger than any of my friends'. Jeff has ... what did Cerise call it ... a 'horse cock'." Kim remembered sitting in Cerise's room talking about boys when the subject had come up. Cerise had been telling them about her sister, Angie, who was a college freshman. Angie had gone out with this guy who had a giant cock. She had gone all the way with him and he had ruined her with it. It made a good horror-story and they all squealed at the idea of a boy who could 'ruin' a girl with his cock.

All this thinking about cocks was making her itch between her legs. Kim rubbed herself again to try and relieve the itch, but it only seemed to get worse. She went into her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were again crinkled up tight. She rubbed them and pulled them with her fingers to try to get them to relax, but they only got tighter. In addition, she also felt a warm feeling deep inside her that felt like it was spreading out from her belly to her whole body. The warmth was making her light-headed. "Oh crud! I hope I'm not coming down with something," she thought, "I'll take a nice hot shower before bed. That should get the chill off."

The itch between her legs was beginning to bother her. She had felt like this before, but it had never been this intense. She decided that she had better have a look and see if she could see anything wrong. She took her hand-mirror and laid it on the vanity and tried to use the reflection to look at her pussy, but it was too high and the angle was wrong. She took the mirror into her bedroom and climbed on top of the bed. She turned on the bedside lamp and squatted on the bed with the mirror between her feet. Now she had a good view and had both hands free. She looked carefully at herself, but aside from being slightly swollen from the rubbing, everything seemed OK on the outside. She put her hands between her legs and pried her outer lips open. She was alarmed to see that her inner lips, what they told her in school were her labia minora, were red and puffy. She pulled them apart and found that they were very sensitive and quite slick. She ran her thumb over them and shivered and the feeling that ran up her spine. Whatever was wrong with her, it wasn't any fever or anything she had had before. She began to realize that it wasn't a sickness at all. Holding her lips open, Kim could see the small opening to her vagina. It looked tiny. Certainly only something very small would fit in there. Kim slowly pushed one finger into the hole. She watched as her opening seemed to close around her finger as though her pussy was sucking it inside her vagina. At the same time, she felt muscles contract inside her abdomen; muscles she had never felt before. When the involuntary contraction subsided, she tried to operate the muscles herself. She found that if she really concentrated, she could squeeze the muscles herself, but it was like moving an arm that had gone numb.

Kim pulled her finger out and saw that it was slick with her secretions. She looked at her opening again, then slowly pushed two fingers inside. As she pushed, she felt her opening stretch to accommodate both fingers. The feeling was indescribable. She felt dizzy with the wave of pleasure that swept over her. She pulled her fingers out and both of them were dripping with her juice. Drops of it were even spattering the mirror, obscuring her view. She decided not to do any more internal exploring tonight. It was too late and she wasn't sure she could take much of that feeling. It had almost overwhelmed her. One thing was for sure, she decided; nothing the size of Jeff's cock could ever go in there without causing an awful lot of pain.

Again, she thought about how lucky she was and how unfortunate Jeff was. "Poor Jeff," she thought, "he's going to have a hard time keeping a girlfriend after she finds out how big his cock is! And I probably hurt him when I pushed on it. If he's as sensitive as I am down there, I must have hurt him a lot. I better make sure he's all right."

Rolling off the bed, Kim returned the mirror to the bathroom vanity. She washed her juices off her hands and blotted her groin carefully with a towel to soak up the rivulets of juice that had run down her legs. After a couple of strokes of a brush through her short blonde hair and even one through the patch between her legs, she quietly opened her bedroom door, poked her head out and listened. She could still hear the TV, so her parents had not come up yet. She could see a light under her brother's door, so she knew he was still up. She tiptoed across the hall and knocked softly on the door.

"Jeff? Are you awake? Jeff?" she whispered. There was no answer. After waiting a few seconds, she tried the doorknob. It wasn't locked and the door swung silently open. She stuck her head around the door and looked around the room, but her brother was nowhere to be seen. Kim slipped inside and shut the door behind her. She never came into her brother's room, but she knew the layout was a mirror image of hers, with his adjoining bathroom toward the front of the house. As she walked into the room, she heard the shower running.

While she waited for Jeff to get out of the shower, Kim looked around out of curiosity. Jeff's room was the mess she expected it to be. Hers was just as messy, but his seemed just 'junkier'. There were the usual schoolbooks, but there was also a lot of sports-stuff, including a barbell and weights in the corner. While she wasn't aware that he used weights, that did explain the loud clunks she heard coming regularly from his room.

As she waited, Kim kept craning her head to peek into the bathroom to see if Jeff had gotten out of the shower yet. He seemed to be taking a long time. She guessed that he must have just gotten in. She walked toward the bathroom door and peeked carefully around the bathroom doorjamb. The shower was still running and she could see Jeff through the water and steam. He seemed to be rinsing off, so it probably would not be long now. As she watched, the shower stopped and Jeff stepped out with water streaming from his body onto the bathmat. He pulled a towel from the bar on the far wall and started drying his hair. Kim watched as he turned around with the towel covering his head. As he tuned, Kim saw his cock swing into view. She gasped and quickly put her hand over her mouth. Jeff's cock wasn't as thick as it had felt to her downstairs but it was much longer than she expected. It did not stick out, but hung like a slab of meat, swinging in front of his thighs. It reached halfway to his knees. 'Horse cock' suddenly seemed a very good description. Kim gulped and backed quickly away from the doorway. She backed all the way to the bed, falling backward onto it when it hit the back of her legs. She lay there with her hand over her mouth and her eyes bulging at what she had seen.

"Poor Jeff!" she thought, "He's deformed!" A feeling of pity for her brother welled up in her. "Maybe I should leave," she thought, "Maybe this is a bad idea. He may be sensitive about it. I should go back to my room." Kim sat up on the edge of the bed, but before she could get up, Jeff walked into the room with his towel in hands.

"Sis!" he said, jerking the towel in front of him. Kim interpreted this as further indication that he was ashamed of his deformity. "What are you doing in here?" he asked, "You scared the crap out of me!"

"I'm sorry. I knocked, but you were in the shower, so I waited. I ... I ... ah ... I wanted to make sure you were all right. That I didn't hurt you when I put my hand on...", she stammered. This was more difficult than she thought it would be. "It was so ... it felt so..." She desperately tried to talk her way around his problem but it was a losing battle. Eventually she ran down.

"It's OK. Really. You didn't hurt me. Well not much, anyway." Jeff wanted to console her. It was the first time he could remember her expressing concern for him and it was a very touching moment. He stepped over to stand in front of her, unsure how to assure her that he was OK. "Look, it's fine. Honest." He realized his poor choice of words as soon as he spoke them.

"Let me see," she said. It was something she had heard her mother say a thousand times whenever one of them was hurt. She blurted it out automatically, but as soon as she had, she realized that that was shat she wanted, to see it.

There followed one of those moments that only last for a few seconds, but seem to drag on for hours. Jeff was sure this was a bad idea, but Kim was acting nice for the first time and he had already decided that he would do nothing to queer that. Besides, he had been looking at her naked body all evening. After all, fair was fair.

"OK," he said, at last. He tossed the towel over a chair already piled with clothes, committing himself to whatever came next. He stepped closer to Kim, his cock hanging almost between her breasts. "See?"

Kim examined Jeff's cock carefully. This was the first time she had a chance to look at one up close and there were many things she did not understand about them. She could see that his testicles were much larger than she expected. They looked like they were the size of lemons. She wondered if they felt heavy, hanging in his fleshy sack. As she stared at them, she thought she saw his cock move on its own. It startled her. She wasn't aware that they could move by themselves. She envisioned a big snake hanging from a tree limb, a mass of muscles, coiled and hissing. Then it moved again. She watched, fascinated, as Jeff's cock slowly grew larger, like a one-eyed python, lifting its head from his thighs and slowly rising to look at her.

Kim's mouth had dropped open in astonishment and Jeff could feel her breath on his cock. He watched her as she stared at it, and as he looked down at her, he could see that her nipples had again crinkled up like they had downstairs. The sight of her flesh excited him, but seeing her body in a sexual response really set him off. This was why he had sat with a boner all evening and why he was so slow to follow her upstairs at bedtime. In no time at all his cock was rock hard again. Still, Kim continued to stare at it.

Kim was spellbound by the size of Jeff's cock. At full extension, it stood almost straight out from his groin. It looked to be over a foot long. "Never mind a girl, he could ruin a horse with that thing," she thought. The head was the size of a Rome apple, a shiny helmet of engorged purple flesh. The shaft was almost as big around as the metal banisters on the stairs at school. Her hand would not fit all the way around those, either. It tapered very slightly where it joined his body in a mass of brown curls. As she watched, veins stood out along the length of it and it began to twitch with his heartbeat. The skin was stretched so tight that the opening at the tip of his broad knob was gaping open a half inch. A drop of clear liquid formed in the opening and slowly oozed out and crawled down the underside. She watched as another drop formed and followed the first. Soon the drops began to drip from the tip. One of them landed on her breast. Absently, she put up her hand and rubbed it in, as though it were lotion. Then she reached out and grasped his massive cock in the middle of the shaft. As she had guessed, her fingers could not close around it. As soon as she touched him, Jeff groaned.

"Does that hurt?" she asked. It certainly looked painful to have something that big be that hard.

"Noooo," he reassured her, "that feels wonderful. Really."

Happy that he didn't seem to be uncomfortable, Kim tentatively squeezed the shaft. She felt it twitch in her hand and was amazed at how strong it felt when it moved. She wanted to feel it move again, so she squeezed again. When nothing happened, she stroked her hand up the shaft to the head and squeezed just below his large purple knob. This time it moved for her, almost tearing itself from her firm grasp. She was fascinated by the raw power she felt radiating from this huge piece of flesh and by the sense of control she had by holding it and having it respond to her touch. A thought occurred to her.

"Did I do this?" she asked, "I mean, does it get hard like this when you look at me?"

"Un hunh." Jeff's face looked like he was in pain, but he did not pull away and he did not ask her to stop.

"It was like this all night while we were downstairs? Seeing me naked made it hard?" Jeff nodded. Kim felt an immense surge of power within her, knowing that she had the power to so profoundly affect such a huge thing. She felt like the Princess who tamed the Unicorn in one of her old storybooks. She still missed the symbolism, though.

Kim put both her hands on the shaft of Jeff's cock. She liked the feel of the smooth skin and bulges of the distended veins. She liked feeling it throb in her hands, like the vibration of a powerful engine at idle. The part she liked best was when it bucked and pulled in her grip, like a wild beast she was trying to tame. She began to stroke it and squeeze it with both hands, pulling it closer to her. When it was so close to her face that she could feel the heat of it coming from the head, she suddenly had an uncontrollable impulse to put her mouth on it, to see what it tasted like, to run her tongue over the glossy head and sample the nectar dripping from it. She cooed to it, pursing her lips with her mouth almost over the tip. The smell of it was intoxicating. She licked her lips and opened her mouth. She put the very end between her lips and licked it gently underneath the opening.

As soon as Kim's tongue touched the sensitive underside of his cock, Jeff's head snapped back and every muscle in his body tensed. He groaned deep in the back of his throat and his hips thrust forward of their own accord, forcing more of the head of his cock into Kim's open mouth. In a split second of lucidity he tried to back away to spare his sister, but while he was able to pull the head out of her hot little mouth, she hung on to his cock and refused to let go.

Kim felt Jeff's cock buck wildly and begin to pulse violently. She felt Jeff try to pull away, but she held on like she was riding a tiger. The first bolt of cum hit her in the neck. The second splattered on her cheek and her upper lip. The third landed on her breasts as did the fourth and fifth. The sixth got her under the chin and the seventh hit her forehead and splattered into her hair. By this time she had the beast under control again and the rest gushed out onto her collarbone running down her breasts and into her cleavage. Slowly, the fire-hose ran dry and Kim watched as the remaining cum drooled out onto her thighs and dripped down her legs.

"Oh, Wow!" she said, grinning like the cat who got the canary. "Did I make it do that?"

"You sure did," Jeff said, taking a deep, ragged breath, "You sure did."

Kim pulled on his cock some more, watching the cum ooze out of the tip and drip into her lap. The big glob on her upper lip slid down over her mouth and she licked it off her lips. It had a salty-sweet flavor with a slight metallic note. Kim liked the taste immediately. "Tastes like man-honey," she thought. She stuck her tongue out and licked higher on her upper lip, trying to get another taste. Then she realized that she could get it straight from the source and she raised Jeff's slowly shrinking cock again to her mouth. This time she opened her mouth wide and tried to get the whole head in. Realizing that the head was too big to fit, she contented herself with sealing her lips on the end and sucking the remaining cum into her mouth. She got several good swallows this way before Jeff's balls ran dry. After sticking the tip of her tongue into his opening to dig out the last drop, she kissed his cock tenderly before finally and reluctantly releasing it.

Jeff collapsed onto the chair by the bed, landing on top of his towel and clothes. His cock again lay limp across his thigh. "That was fantastic," he said, sincerely. "You are incredible."

"Thank you," Kim replied graciously, unsure why he should be thanking her. She looked down at herself. She was drenched in cum. Her breasts were covered in it and it was starting to drip off onto the floor. She dredged a dollop from between her breasts with a finger and looked at it. "Next time I'll try not to make such a mess," she said, and stuck her finger in her mouth, sucking it clean. "But now I think I need a shower," she laughed, "a different kind of shower."

She slowly got to her feet and walked to the door, being careful not to drip all over. Opening the door a few inches, she listened carefully. She could hear her parents downstairs talking over the news program in the den. She crept across the hall and back into her own room.

In the bathroom, while she waited for the shower to heat up, Kim looked at herself in the mirror. "Look at that," she said, still smiling broadly as she marveled at her nearly head to toe coating of cum. "I made it do that." She put a hand under her breast and craned her neck down so she could raise the nipple to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and looked at herself in the mirror as she licked the cum from her nipple. Giggling at her reflection, she thought, "I'm a lion tamer." "No," she corrected herself aloud, "I'm a cock tamer — a Big Cock tamer." Kim had never felt so proud of herself.

Later, as she snuggled under the covers, Kim drifted off to sleep thinking about the next time she could get her hands on Jeff's cock, how she could manage to spend more time playing with it, and how she could get all his cum into her mouth. She wondered if she could swallow it all. It would certainly be a challenge.

Kim woke up Saturday morning with the sun shining in her eyes. She blinked and rolled her head away from the light while she cleared the remains of her dreams from her mind. In the dream she had been flying through the air, riding the neck of a monstrous beast that obeyed her every command. She smiled at the memory. It had been a very pleasant dream. Throwing the covers off, she stretched sleepily, reaching for the foot of the bed with her toes and arching her back. She bounced out of bed and walked to the bureau, pulling out a bra and panties and tossing them on the bed. As soon as she had done so, she remembered that she was still committed to nudity until further notice. She cocked her head and looked at the undergarments. Last night had been the most unusual experience of her young life. Much had changed and she had learned things about herself and her family in those few hours that she had never suspected. As she carefully put the clothes away, she wondered what the day held in store for her.

After attending to toilet matters and taking her morning shower, Kim stood at the vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned this way and that, admiring and criticizing her face, hair and body. She did her hair and applied her usual makeup. Then she looked again in the mirror. "This won't do," she thought. Taking up her washcloth, she bent over the sink and scrubbed off the makeup she had just applied. Then she started over, using much less than before, just touching up spots and accenting here and there. When she finished she looked again in the mirror. "I see the problem," she said with the delight of discovery. She laughed, and rummaged in her drawer for a pair of tweezers. She then went over every part of her body that she could reach, removing longish and stray hairs. She went back to her makeup kit again, this time starting where she had left off before, at her neck. She carefully used the same technique she had to her face to the rest of her body, accenting and blending, covering ten lines and even minor blemishes that had never been a problem before. She applied blush to the insides of her breasts and lightly rouged her nipples to make them rosier.

She got out her scissors and mirror and set to work trimming her pubic hair. When she had it down to what she thought was crew-cut length she stopped and examined it. She was still not entirely happy with the result. She picked up her razor and twirled it in her hand as she considered shaving it all off. She thought it would look much nicer that way, but she decided to discuss it with her mother before doing anything that drastic. Instead, she carefully shaved around the area, leaving a neat triangle. "Maybe if I can't shave it off, Mom will agree to making it in the shape of a heart?" she wondered. "That would be cool, too."

On her way downstairs, Kim looked into her brother's room, but he had already gone down to breakfast. She was disappointed, because she wanted to see his reaction to her new makeup and hairdo before she showed it to her parents. She also could not wait to get her hands on his cock again at the earliest possible moment. She smiled and licked her lips. Just thinking about it made her mouth water. "Still," she thought, "I suppose I'll have to be patient. After all, I don't want to wear it out." That thought brought up yet another question. "How often can he cum like that?" Remembering the cum-bath she had taken, Kim grinned and stroked her breasts. The stimulation made her areolas crinkle again. She grabbed her nipples and had just started to tug on them when her self-control reasserted itself. She slapped her wrists, then put her hands behind her back and interlaced her fingers. "Get a grip, girl," she told herself, "You're turning into a regular firecracker. Just because they are easier to get to now doesn't mean you have to play with them all the time. I'll have to watch that. In fact, I'll have to be careful of a lot of things. I wouldn't want something to blow up at the wrong time!"

As Kim skipped down the stairs, her breasts bounced wildly on her chest. By the time she reached the bottom, the movement was so violent that she had to catch them in her arms. "Whoa, there," she thought, "that's another thing I will have to watch out for. Drat! Mom's always telling me to watch my posture and try to move gracefully. It looks like I don't have a choice now." She straightened her spine and squared her shoulders like they had taught her in ballet class. She walked down the hall toward the kitchen with her head held high and level and only a slight sway to her breasts.

In the kitchen, her mother was just putting a plate of scrambled eggs and toast on the table in front of her brother.

"Good morning, Mom ... Jeff," Kim tried to strike a pose, one hand on the doorjamb her, one on her bare hip, one leg slightly bent at the knee, hips forward, shoulders back and toes pointed.

"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" her mother asked without looking up. Jeff did look up from his breakfast and paused with his fork in the air as his eyes locked onto his sister.

Seeing Jeff's attention diverted from food, June realized that something significant was happening. She turned toward Kim with a curious expression that quickly melted into a smile as she admired her daughter.

"What do you think?" Kim asked both of them. Her voice betrayed her eagerness.

With a glance at his mother to make sure that he was out of her line-of-sight, Jeff rotated his fork in his hand so that it stood straight up and then gripped it tightly between two fingers so that it vibrated like a tuning fork. When he was sure that Kim had understood his signal, he winked at her and smiled.

Jeff's silent, but graphic gesture made Kim blush brightly. Having received all the indication of approval that she could have asked for from her brother, she turned to her mother.

"Well, dear. I think the rouge may be a bit much, but I admit it does look very attractive on you. For the rest, I think you've done a wonderful job. You look beautiful."

"She looks like there should be a staple in her navel." Jeff smirked. "Maybe we should take pictures and mail them in. She could be Miss September!"

Kim's blush deepened at the suggestion that she belonged in the pages of a men's magazine. She looked at Jeff for some sign that he was pulling her leg, but he was nodding enthusiastically at his own suggestion and appeared perfectly sincere.

"I think she's a little young for that," their mother said, "Now sit down and eat your breakfast, dear."

While she ate, Kim considered what her mother had, and had not said. She was surprised that her mother did not deny the possibility of her being a centerfold model outright nor did she imply that she did not have the qualifications for the job. The idea of millions of pictures of her naked body circulating all over the world was something that had never entered her mind before. She turned it over in her head and decided that while it was an exciting idea, she preferred to be present in the flesh so she could personally appreciate the complement of being ogled. Having Jeff look at her and seeing what it did to him was better than having him look at a photo when she was not around. That thought immediately made her wonder when she had gone from thinking of people who wanted to see her private parts as nasty and perverted to considering it a high complement. Being naked all the time was making her re-examine things that apparently had not thought through before. The irony was that this had started because she wanted to show her breasts under a see-thru blouse. If people seeing what she wanted them to was OK, why was it bad when people saw the same thing when she did not want them to?

"It's a matter of control," she realized. "I have no control now. People can look whenever they want. They are in control. But I never really had control before. I just wanted people to act a certain way. If I want to influence people I have to do something about it, not just want it."

This was something that she needed to talk over with someone. She wanted to talk to her mother, but she decided that there was too much she did not understand about what was happening to her and anyway, it was really too soon for any major change on her part to be credible to her mother. "I'll have to show her, not tell her," she realized. "That's what I would want if I were in her place."

As June cleaned up the kitchen, she kept an eye on Kim. "She's awful quiet this morning," she thought. "Usually she's running her mouth at top speed about whatever comes into her head. Today I'd give anything to know what she's thinking."

"A penny for your thoughts, dear," she said, watching her daughter's pensive face. There were definitely some wheels turning inside that pretty head. That, itself was a positive thing, she decided.

"Tammy and I were going to go over to Cerise's house this morning. I was just wondering if it would be OK with you if they came over here instead. We could hang out by the pool and stuff."

"I think that's a good idea, dear." And to herself she added, "I need to have a talk with Cerise's mother anyway before I send our little nudist here traipsing into her house. I better call Tammy's mother too."

Jeff got up and scraped his plate into the disposal. "I'm going over to Andy's and shoot some hoops. I'll be back for lunch. Bye now!" Jeff bent and gave his mother a peck on the cheek. He looked at Kim as though he wanted to kiss her too, but he waited for a sign of her preference in the matter.

Kim really wanted a moment alone with Jeff, but this was not the time. She turned her cheek toward him and he brushed it with his lips and then jogged out of the kitchen, letting the door swing on its hinges in his wake.

As the door banged shut, Kim asked, "Mom? I wanted to ask you earlier, but I wanted to wait until Jeff left. Do you think my pubic hair looks good short?"

June was taken aback for a moment. It wasn't a question she expected. When she hesitated, Kim stood up from the table and brushed her trimmed bush with her fingers. Now that she had a better look, she could see where Kim had done a somewhat ragged job of cutting it short.

"Well, dear," she said, "It looks fine, but..."

"I wanted to shave it off, but I thought I would see what you thought first."

June was pleased and flattered at being consulted on anything to do with her daughter's life. It happened so infrequently that she really could not see herself throwing any cold water on Kim's grooming plans. She wasn't really enthused about the idea, but she thought that the marginal difference between being naked and being naked and hairless was not worth a disagreement. "I should be happy that this whole thing seems to be having a good effect on her," she thought, "Now that she is participating willingly, instead of sitting and sulking, I should be overjoyed."

"Well, you can always grow it back if you change your mind, dear. You know to use vitamin E oil before to prevent irritation and twice a day afterwards to keep the stubble from showing."

"Thanks, Mom!"

"You're welcome, dear. Now finish your breakfast and then you can call your friends and invite them over. And don't forget to skim the bugs out of the pool if you are going to be using it. Your father checked it before he left for the golf club this morning, so the chlorine and whatnot should be fine."

"Is Dad coming back in time for lunch?"

"No, I expect he will eat there and then either play another round or sit in the clubhouse talking with his cronies. That place is really more of a men's club than a golf club. He probably won't be back until late this afternoon. We all need our own time and our own space, dear." June was pleasantly surprised at the question. Kim almost never asked about their plans. She had always been very self-centered.

Kim realized that her mother intended to spend the day doing laundry and cleaning the house. Remembering her earlier resolution about using 'actions rather than words' as a way to influence people she said, "Is there anything I can help you do around the house?"

"Well you can..." June started to say "pick up your room", but that sounded rather ungrateful after the kind offer to help with the housework. "You might want to sweep off the pool deck or straighten up your room before your friends get here." "That was better," she thought, "make it more like preparing for a party and less of a chore."

"That's a good idea, Mom. Thanks." Kim started for the door.

"Oh, dear? If you're going to be out in the sun, don't forget to use lotion. You don't want to burn."

"Right, Mom."

As it turned out, Tammy and Cerise were fine with the change in plans. The weather was perfect to enjoy hanging out by the pool. They would both be coming over at ten o'clock, just in time for the best tanning rays. When she hung up the phone, Kim realized that she forgot to mention that she would be naked. "Well," she thought, "they will just find out when they get here. It will be easier to explain in person anyway."

Kim swept the deck and brought out the cushions and a stack of towels, then she tidied her room just enough to pass for clean, but still look like she lived in it. Looking at the clock, she decided that she still had time to finish what she started that morning, so she went into her bathroom and got out her razor. Following her mother's advice, she rubbed herself thoroughly with oil before lathering. Using short gentle strokes, carefully shaved off all her thatch of blonde hair. She went over the whole area in several different directions to make sure there would no be any visible stubble, then she rinsed and reapplied the oil. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she was startled at the difference it made. Without her triangle of blonde hair, her outer pussy lips stood out clearly. She had thought that, after shaving, it would just look smooth and bare, but instead it highlighted her sex. The cleft of her pussy, surrounded by her rounded labia majora stood out in sharp relief below her otherwise flat abdomen.

She ran her fingers over her mons and down her cleft. She had done a good job of removing all traces of hair. She spread her feet about shoulder-width apart and found that her lips opened enough to show her hooded clitoris. Kim was trying to decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing when the doorbell rang.

She raced out of her room and got to the top of the stairs before remembering to go slowly so her breasts would not fly around like this morning. After carefully negotiating the stairs, when she got to the door, she was impatient. She grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open wide, expecting her friends. Sure enough, Cerise and Tammy stood on the stoop, with Cerise's mother behind them.

"Hi Cerise, Tammy. Hi, Ms. Davis. C'mon in." She stepped back into the hall to allow her guests to enter, but all three appeared to be rooted to the spot. They looked comical standing there with their mouths open. Belatedly, Kim realized that she should have said something to prepare them for a nude greeting. "Well," she thought, "In for a penny, in for a pound," as she assumed the same pose as she had used earlier in the kitchen, one hand on the door, the other on her hip, one leg forward, knee bent, and shoulders back. When she saw their eyes drop, she realized that the hand on her hip was calling attention to her freshly shaved pussy.

"Please," she said, gesturing with the same hand to try to move their eyes from her crotch, "come in. Ms. Davis, if you'd like to wait in the living room, I'm sure my mother would like to speak with you."

This time they stepped through the doorway, although it was more of a stampede than an entrance. All three were eager for an explanation. Kim led her friends down the hall as a stunned Ms. Davis perched on a living room chair.

"Kimmie!" Cerise hissed.

"In a minute. Let's get out to the pool." Her friends already had their suits on, so there was no need to stay in the house. As much as Kim wanted to hear her mother's explanation to Ms. Davis, she wanted her friends to hear it from her first. As they passed the laundry room, Kim put her head in.

"Mom? Ms. Davis is in the living room. I think she wants to know if you can drive Cerise and Tammy home later."

"Yes, dear," June smiled. "I'm sure she has a few other questions as well. You girls go on out. I put some soft drinks in the cooler for you and your lotion is next to the towels."

"Thanks, mom."

Kim managed to get her friends out on the pool deck before Cerise demanded in the loudest whisper ever heard, "Kim Hawkins! You are butt-naked!"

"That's buck-naked, and yes, I suppose I am. Care for a soda?"

Kim looked at Tammy, but Tammy was clearly letting Cerise carry the ball. She just raised her eyebrows and waited for an explanation, one that she expected to be a doozy.

"You're SHAVED, too!"

"Yes, well that really has nothing to do with it. That's an experiment. I haven't decided if I like it or not."

Cerise' face had turned a very colorful shade of red. It almost matched her natural red hair. "WHY???" she screamed in a hoarse squeak.

"It's very simple. I got into an argument with my Mom and made a threat. She called my bluff and here I am."

"Your MOTHER is making you walk around naked?"

"No, it was my idea. Look, it was really a silly argument. I was being a brat and she got sick of it."

Cerise's curiosity was beginning to dampen her infuriation. She dropped her beach bag next to one of the lounge chairs and sat down. Tammy had already made herself comfortable and was busy applying lotion.

"How long has this been going on?" Cerise asked.

"Since yesterday. I had to strip-off before going down to eat dinner."

"She made you sit at the table with no clothes on in front of your whole family? Your little brother too? Ewwwww!"

"Yes. It was mortifying at first. I wanted to crawl under the table so bad. But they were all very considerate. Even Jeff."

Tammy piped up at that, "Jeff? Considerate? You've always told us that he was a little perv who kept trying to peek at you."

Kim laughed, "Well he certainly doesn't have to peek now! Anyhow, I have to confess; all that stuff about Jeff was bullshit. I guess I'm the perv. I was projecting my fantasies onto him and then getting mad about it. I'm ashamed of myself. That's why I wanted to talk to you guys. This whole business is turning my head inside out and I need to talk it over."

Cerise suddenly became serious, she was afraid Kim was going mental over this. "Girl, we are here for you. You know that."

"That's right," Tammy chimed in, "Now start over from the beginning. You said you got into it with your Mom?"

So Kim told them the story from the beginning, with as much detail as they wanted, leaving out only the part about her visit to Jeff's room and how much she enjoyed playing with his cock.

Meanwhile, another conversation was taking place in the Hawkins' living room.

"Hi. Bernice."

"Don't 'Hi, Bernice', me! What the hell was your little girl doing answering the door in her birthday suit? This had better be good, June. We've known each other a long time. Have you totally jumped your trolley?"

"I thought she would have said something to Cerise before you all got here. I can see where this would be a surprise."

"Talk to me, June. Tell me what's going on here."

"Well, first, you called her a 'little girl'. Did that look like a 'little girl' who opened the door?"

"June, no offense, but that looked like something out of one of my son's porn magazines. The one's under his bed that he thinks I don't know about."

"Jeff has some of those too. It's part of being that age. And you are right. She is a walking wet dream. That's part of the problem. She's been over at your house enough, has she struck you as someone who could handle having a body like that?"

"Good lord, June. She acts like a 10-year-old - a spoiled 10-year-old. And that's a fact."

"She's sweet-sixteen, with the body of a porn star, and the emotional maturity of a spoiled child. Does this sound like a recipe for a happy life?"

"Lord, no! It sounds like a disaster waiting to happen — to her and whoever is around her. There's no telling how many lives she could screw up."

"Imagine when she has children..."

"I understand. You had to do something drastic. June, you are one brave lady. But how is making her run around in the buff helping the situation?"

"It was her idea. Really! She bought this sheer blouse at the mall yesterday and when I walked in on her while she was trying it on, she told me she planned to wear it to school. I forbade it and she threatened to become a nudist. She even stripped in front of me to show me she was serious. That was the last straw. We've tried to teach her. We've tried to encourage her. We've tried to show her how she should behave. Nothing worked. When I saw this little girl in a woman's body standing there stamping her foot and crying because she could not have everything her own way, I snapped. Out of desperation, I called her bluff. I made her make good on her threat. I forced her to face the consequence of her own choice in a dramatic and profound way. I wanted to shock her to her core, to make her cope on her own. Thank goodness, it seems to be working. At first I thought she would back down and regress to her little-girl world, but she has faced the challenge and even seems to be aware that she is going through a fundamental change. That's what happened to her hair. And did you notice the make-up? She's adapting. It's the first time she has ever had to do that. Up 'til now, she has had everything done for her. Now, she is finally learning to stand on her own. Bernice, I intend to see this through. I know this will be unpopular with a lot of people who are either narrow-minded or don't understand the problem, but I will not jeopardize the progress she has made. That girl will stay jay-bird naked as long as it takes."

"My goodness, June! But what about Monday? What about school?"

"As long as it takes, Bernice! Now, I want your help. Please help me save my daughter."

Kim applied a good layer of sun-block to keep her newly-exposed skin from burning in the morning sun. She and Cerise and Tammy had settled back to work on their tans.

"I got the part about how grossed out you were from accidentally touching your brother's cock," Cerise said, "I can imagine how I would feel if it were one of my brothers. But you seem fine with that now. You said he was even supportive and stuff and that you were flattered when he said you looked like a centerfold. Well, honey, he's not wrong there — every girl in town is jealous of your boobs. What I don't get is how come you are being so nice to the little squirt. What's with that?"

"OK, I wasn't going to bring this up — and you both have to promise me that you will die before you breathe a word of this to anyone," Kim said with a stern look at both Cerise and Tammy, "When I touched Jeff's cock, I felt ... I mean he's ... you see it's just ... OK, you remember telling us about that guy that your big sister went out with?"

"Yeah, Angie handed me this line about how he damn-near killed her, which has to be a stinky pile, because she's still seeing him. You know, she wanted to bring him home for a visit over spring break. Mom asked her where she thought he was going to sleep and she actually suggested that he sleep in her room! Like that's going to happen! I mean, get real!"

"Sounds like she's got a serious jones for the guy," Tammy said. "Which really does not make sense. What was it she told you about what he did to her? I mean exactly."

Cerise furrowed her brow and tried to recall the conversation. "She said "he ruined me with his big horse-cock". You know, that is weird. She went all dreamy and stuff when she said it. Like he gave her some expensive present or something. And what does this have to do with your brother, anyway. Like, does he have..." Cerise sat up with her mouth wide open. "NO! You mean your little brother..."

In response, Kim held up her hand cupped to show the impression that Jeff's cock had left in it. There was a two-inch gap between her thumb and the tips of her fingers.

"Oh ... My ... God! If it's that big around, how long is it?" Cerise asked.

Kim held up her hands about a foot apart.

"NOOOOOOO! Oh, wow! That has to be bigger than Angie's boyfriend. I mean she's still alive. Something that big would kill you!"

Tammy nodded in agreement. "Poor Jeff. He'll never get a girl to go out with him once she finds out what's in his pants."

"Exactly," Kim said. "That's why I am trying to be as nice to him as I can. He's never going to be able to keep a girlfriend. It's so sad. Remember, you can't tell anyone about this. And now that you know, you have to promise me that you will be nice to Jeff, too. OK?"

"OK."

"Sure. Damn." Tammy cupped her hand in imitation of Kim's. "That poor guy." She pressed her other hand between her legs, pushing her bikini bottom into her cleft. "Damn."

"So, aside from finding out that your brother has three legs, what has got you so twisted" Cerise asked.

"Well, it's just so confusing. I thought one way about things for a long time and now I am finding out that things are just not that way at all. It's like Alice in Wonderland. I fell through the mirror when I took my clothes off and now I see things differently."

"Like what?" Tammy asked.

"Like what I think about people seeing me naked. Before, the idea of people seeing me naked scared me. I mean you've had dreams where you wake up in the middle of the street and you wonder why everyone is looking at you and you look down and find you don't have any clothes on?"

"Un hunh."

"Yah."

"Me too, but I wanted to wear a blouse that let people see my boobs. Would you want to do that?"

"My mom would kill me." Cerise said.

"I did." Tammy said, quietly.

"What? Your mom let you go out in a see-thru blouse?" Cerise was torn between shock and jealousy.

"Yep. I wore it to a party. I thought it would make me popular with these boys I used to like." Tammy sighed, remembering that night. "It did. They were all over me. But I realized that it was just because of the blouse. Not because of me." She looked up at Kim with sad eyes. "I think I know what you're talking about. You're finding things out that you never thought about before. It can be scary."

Kim nodded. "Now imagine what it is like being totally naked. Totally exposed. Completely open to everyone. Completely defenseless."

Cerise started tugging with the tie on her bikini top, like it was suddenly uncomfortable.

"We hide inside our clothes," Kim went on, "we hide from things we don't want to think about or know about - things that can change us. When you're naked, you have nowhere to hide. You have to face things as they are, not as you want them to be. Is this making sense?"

"I'll be back in a second, ' Cerise said, jumping off the lounger, "I need to run inside for a bit." She walked quickly to the back door and went inside.

"Do you need to go, too?" Kim asked Tammy.

"No, I went before we left. So did Cerise. I walked over to her house to catch a ride after you called. Her mom brought us over. I wonder what your mom is telling Ms. Davis."

"Me too."

"All right, June. I could not very well call myself a friend if I did not help you do this. I will give you all the support I can. Do you have anything you need me..." She was interrupted by Cerise bursting into the room.

"Oh, good," Cerise said, breathlessly, "I was afraid you had already left. She looked at her mother with a serious expression, "Mom? Can I go naked too? Please?"

Bernice looked at June. June shrugged. Bernice put her fingers on the sides of her nose and squinched her eyes. She took a deep breath and looked at her daughter again. "Why do you want to do this? Did Kim put you up to this?"

"No. I haven't told Kim or Tammy in case you said no. I want to do it because I think it makes you smarter. Kim's been telling us all this stuff she's learned about from being naked. And, well, I want to be smart too!"

Bernice smiled at her daughter. Her eyes started to tear up, but she blinked the tears back and sniffed.

"Give me your suit, honey. I'll take it home for you."

While Cerise stripped out of the bikini, Bernice looked at June with an expression that was half accusation and half gratitude.

Bernice took the swimsuit from her now naked daughter and put it in her handbag. "Run along dear. Mrs. Hawkins will bring you home."

Cerise almost skipped out of the room. When she heard the back door slam, June walked Bernice to the front door. Bernice said, "I need to have a talk with my husband. I will also have to have a word with my boys. They're 14 and 15 now. I hope Tom and Bill react as well to having a 16-year-old nudist in the house as Jeff has done."

As she stepped out the door, Bernice looked back and said, "Thank you."

When Cerise emerged from the back door, Kim saw her over Tammy's shoulder and smiled. Tammy saw her expression and turned, puzzled. As Cerise came up to them, she said, "You didn't!"

"I did." Cerise grinned from ear to ear. "I asked my mom if I could do it too. She said yes. I'm in the club." Cerise turned slowly and let the warm sunlight caress her naked body. "It feels good. But I'm scared, too. I see what you mean about things being different. I don't know how to act. I don't know what's going to happen. It's like suddenly you're a different person!"

"You're the same person," Kim said, reassuringly, "You just become more aware of who you are. It's like looking in a cloudy mirror and then in a clean one. You can see yourself better."

Tammy looked from naked girl to the other. "Well, I'm overdressed," she said. She started to take her top off.

"Wait." Kim said. "Don't do this because we are. This isn't fun and games. This is serious. You may not like it. And you can't unlearn something. Talk to your mother before you do it. You need your family behind you, believe me."

"From what you've told us and from my own experience with those boys at the party, I see that this won't be easy. I want to do it. I want to do it not because it will be easy, but because it will be hard. You might not be able to see it yet, Kim, but you have changed, girl. You are more confident, more poised, more together than before. I want that too. I'll talk to my mom. But if she does not agree, I will just do it on my own. We're in this together, girlfriend. All the way."

"All right, Tammy. Give me your suit. I'll put it in my room. You call your mom. If she gives her OK, you can leave it with me. Otherwise, you wear it home and work it out with her. Deal?"

"Deal! Damn, this is going to be interesting."

Once Tammy had slipped out of her suit, Kim took it inside. As she passed the living room door, she heard her mother on the phone.

"I'm serious as a heart-attack, Marge. Yes. Well, you call Bernice and talk to her. OK, I will. Bye."

"Was that Tammy's mom on the phone?" Kim asked.

"Yes, dear. I should have called her earlier. She reacted better than Cerise's mother did."

"Mom, Tammy wants to do it too. I told her she could be naked here, but she had to get her mother's permission to be naked anywhere else. Is that OK?"

June smiled at her daughter, who seemed to be maturing in front of her eyes. "Yes, dear. That's fine. But Tammy doesn't need to call her mother. Marge was very quick to grasp the potential of the idea. Her very words were, "When Tammy gets home, I'm going to strip her naked before she gets in the door.""

"I'll put her suit in my room. It looks like she won't be needing it after all."

Kim started out of the room, then stopped and came back. She stood on tiptoe and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Mom? Whatever happens. Thanks for caring."

A little after noon, Jeff rode up the driveway on his bike. He hopped off and parked it in the garage before walking around to the gate to the backyard. As he opened the gate, he heard high-pitched voices giggling and water splashing. "Must be some of Kim's friends. I wonder how they reacted to my sister? I'd like to have heard that conversation." He walked past the pool on the way to the house. As he did, he looked to see who Kim's visitors were.

Tammy and Cerise were standing on the side of the pool, dripping wet. They had obviously just thrown Kim into the deep end and were trying to catch their breath. They were both stark naked. Jeff could see that Cerise's glossy red pubic hair perfectly matched the hair on her head, and that Tammy's breasts had very large areolas, almost the size of drink coasters. He stopped in mid-stride, as if he had come upon a group of nymphs in the woods and did not want to frighten them away. It was only a few seconds, though, before Cerise spotted him.

"Hi, Jeff," Cerise called out and waved at him. Her breasts wiggled delightfully with the motion of her arm. Jeff waved back, his voice hung in his throat.

"Hey, Jeff," Tammy called and waved as well with a similar pleasing action. "C'mon and swim with us!" she added.

"Sure," Jeff managed to say around the lump in his throat, "I'll just get my suit."

"Oh, don't bother with... ," Cerise started to say. Tammy's elbow cut her short. After a quick whispered exchange between them, Cerise said, "Well, hurry up. It's almost lunchtime."

As he walked through the kitchen, Jeff met his mother, who was just setting out the plastic plates and paper napkins. Obviously lunch was going to be out by the pool.

"Mom?" He said. The question in his face and voice was eloquent beyond words.

"Yes, dear. All three of them. Some ideas just take on a life of their own. I would not say it's out of hand just yet, but its certainly gone farther than I ever imagined."

"They want me to go swim with them."

"Well have a good time."

"But, ah..."

"Yes, dear. I know it will be difficult. You are being drawn into this deeper than I expected. I don't know what to tell you. Don't let them push you into anything you are not ready for. And vice versa. Kim got into this unwillingly, but Tammy and Cerise are volunteers. They are all three on a voyage of self-discovery. You are about to be explored. Lunch will be ready in about an hour. Good luck."

"Hoo, boy." Jeff said, and went upstairs to change.

When Jeff came back down, he was wearing his baggiest swim trunks, but had not put on a jock-strap underneath. He estimated that his cock was going to be stiff as a post at some point after he got to the pool and a jock would just have been in the way. It would be easier to hide a boner in the baggy shorts.

As Jeff walked out to the pool, all three girls waved to him.

"Mom told me that we have two new recruits out here. Is that right?" Jeff asked Cerise and Tammy as he sat down on the side of the pool and put his feet in the water.

"Un hunh." Cerise said. Tammy just smiled a frozen smile. They had been all gung-ho about this earlier when it was just the three girls. Getting naked seemed much easier when they were just among friends. Even the idea of a boy seeing them seemed only exciting rather than frightening. Now that there was a virtual stranger sitting right in front of them, looking at them, they were feeling anxious and uptight. They were both wondering why they had been crazy enough to agree to this.

Cerise had slumped over and had her arms crossed in front of her. Tammy had an arm across both breasts. Both were turning pale.

Kim recognized the signs immediately. She had been there before. "Think about what you are feeling," she said. Both girls looked at her like she was crazy.

"You're shaking. You're cold. You're hiding. Why? Think."

Cerise and Tammy looked at each other. Each saw a scared girl who wanted nothing more than to crawl into the nearest hole.

"I feel scared," Tammy admitted, "I feel like I want to run away." Cerise nodded agreement.

"Is Jeff doing anything to scare you?"

"N-n-no. He looks friendly. He's just sitting here." Cerise started to get the idea.

"What do you think is going to happen to you?" Kim pressed. "I'm right here. My Mom is right inside that door. What is going to happen?"

"Jeff, did Mom tell you what to do or not do out here?" Kim asked, with uncanny insight.

"She said not to do anything that you did not want to do," he assured Cerise and Tammy.

"Now answer the question. In the complete absence of any potential threat, the two of you are cowering in fear. Name the fear!"

"It's different," Tammy said in a small voice, "It's new."

"The Unknown!" Cerise said. "It's a situation we have never been in before."

"And we're naked!" Tammy said, "We're defenseless in the face of the Unknown."

"Good! It's like a dark room in a strange place. You don't know what's there, so you are afraid. Now, what is it you are afraid of?" Kim asked again.

"Nothing!" Cerise shouted. "I'm afraid of nothing at all. There's nothing in the room but me! Why am I afraid?"

"You are afraid because you are in a situation that is completely beyond your experience and totally beyond your control."

"Right!" both girls said together.

"Now tell me a situation where you were ever in complete control. Can't think of one? That's because there aren't any. Life is like riding a surfboard. You can't control the ocean. You can only control yourself. You are wearing your fear like a blanket. You are clutching it for security. Fear cannot help you. You can only help yourself. Now let go of your fear!"

Cerise took a deep shuddering breath and unclenched her hands. Slowly she straightened up. "It's gone," she said. "It was like some big thing had hold of me and now it's gone away. I feel great!"

Tammy lay back on the deck with her arms spread wide and a look of relief on her face. "Me too. That was intense. What the hell just happened?"

"What did you learn?" Kim asked.

Tammy sat up. Cerise shook her head and her red hair flashed in the sun. Both thought about what they had just experienced.

"We were afraid of nothing," Cerise said.

"There was nothing to be afraid of," Tammy added.

"We did it to ourselves. As soon as we quit making ourselves afraid, the fear went away."

"Exactly!" Kim said happily. "Jeff, look at Cerise and Tammy."

Jeff needed no prompting. They were very easy to look at. He smiled.

In a reflex response, both girls primped and posed, trying to look pretty.

"Jeff, do these girls have nice breasts?"

"Yes, very nice."

"Are they pretty? Do you like looking at them?"

"They are gorgeous. I could look at them all day."

"Cerise, how do you feel about Jeff looking at you?"

"I feel good. I feel warm and happy."

"Tammy?"

"I feel wonderful. He can look at me all he wants. I like it."

"You must. Your nipples are stiff," Kim grinned.

Tammy blushed deeply, but did not move to cover herself. Instead she turned so that Jeff had a better view of her stiff nipples."

Cerise laughed at Tammy showing off for Jeff.

"What are you laughing at? Yours are just as hard."

Cerise put her hands to her nipples and rubbed them. She smiled and leaned back, showing off her nipples for Jeff.

"What changed in the last ten minutes?"

Cerise and Tammy looked at each other. They thought hard about the question.

Finally, Cerise spoke up, "We did. We changed. We learned that there is nothing in the dark room but us. There never has been."

"And once we knew that, everything was different," Tammy said, "Everything was better."

"Go back to being afraid," Kim ordered.

Tammy and Cerise looked at her with puzzled expressions.

"You can't. Can you?" Kim said. "Once you know that the only thing you can ever really control is yourself, and once you learn to do that; everything changes — permanently!"

"I understand!" Tammy said. "Wow! I feel like a different person!"

"We are different people," Cerise said seriously, "We can't go back. We can only go forward. We know that it's all a matter of self-control. I never understood that word before. Now I do."

"Maybe there's something else we can control..." Tammy stared pointedly at Jeff's thigh. There was a very large bulge in the cloth of his trunks next to the inseam. It ran almost all the way to his knee. Cerise and Kim leaned over to look as well.

"Uh oh." Jeff said and slipped into the water. Three squealing naked girls jumped in after him.

The battle in the pool went on until all four were exhausted. Jeff was stronger than any two girls, but all three together could pile on and push him under. Jeff would grab a squirming girl, lift her out of the water and toss her into the deep end to gain time to deal with the other two, but it was a losing battle. Eventually they all crawled out of the pool and lay in the sun. A few minutes later, Mrs. Hawkins came out with lunch.

"How is everything going?" June asked, looking at Cerise and Tammy as she set out the plates on the table.

"We learned a secret," Tammy said. "We learned a secret that makes us different people."

"The world is a different place, now," Cerise said, eagerly. "It's a new and exciting place. Thank you. For lunch. And everything."

"You're welcome dear. Thank you for helping to make this work. You know, this is just the first step. You all have a ways to go yet. There is a big difference between theory and practice. You will all need lots of practice. But I feel much better about this will all work out, now." After making sure the kids had everything they needed, June went back inside. Things were definitely going better than she had hoped.

After lunch was over, the table cleared and the trash disposed of, the four teenagers lay down in the sun.

Kim remembered the suntan lotion. "We're going to need to put on some sunblock if we don't want to get our tits burnt." She got up and found the bottle where her mother had left it and returned to her lounge chair and laid down on her stomach. "Jeff, would you put this on me, please."

"Sure sis." Jeff replied. He got up and went over to kneel next to Kim. Opening the bottle, he squirted some into his hand and started rubbing it on Kim's shoulders.

"Thanks, but that's not where I need it. Try the white bits."

At this Tammy and Cerise popped their heads up like a couple of curious prairie dogs. Jeff moved his hand lower, rubbing across the white streak on Kim's back. When he had that covered, he moved lower, rubbing it into her firm young bottom. When that had been covered to her satisfaction, Kim turned lazily over onto her back. Jeff held out the bottle.

"You're doing fine. Don't stop now." She laid back and closed her eyes.

Tammy and Cerise propped themselves up on their elbows to watch Jeff apply lotion to Kim. Neither said a word.

Jeff put more lotion in his hand and put the bottle down. He rubbed his hands together, spreading the lotion and warming it up. Then he reached out and put a hand under each of Kim's breasts and started rubbing gently, working upward as he spread the lotion into her skin. Each breast was far more than a handful and he had to make several passes to cover each one. As his palms passed over her thoroughly crinkled areolas and hard nipples, Kim moaned softly.

"Me next," Cerise said. Tammy's echo was only a split second behind.

While continuing to massage Kim's breasts with one hand, Jeff moved the other down to her naked pussy. He laid his palm gently on her and rubbed very lightly. In response, she moved her legs further apart. Jeff stroked her mound and ran a finger down her cleft, pressing lightly. Kim pulled her feet up, bending her legs at the knees and opened herself to his touch. Jeff put some more lotion on his hand and started stroking her outer lips. After a few stokes he dropped a finger between her swollen outer lips and lightly stroked her inner flesh. Kim drew a sharp breath as his finger ran across her clit. Her abdominal muscles flexed in sympathy with the intense sensation, making her pelvis jerk upward, opening her pussy wider. Jeff cupped her mound in his palm and pushed one finger into her cleft, curling it until it entered her vagina. Kim tensed her whole body. Her breasts quivered and her hard nipples waved little circles in the air. Jeff repeatedly pushed his finger into her pussy and then dragged it out, rubbing her clit with each stroke. Soon, Kim's clit was standing up out of its hood, visible even to Tammy, who was the farthest away. Jeff continued fucking Kim with his finger, but avoided her sensitive clit. In only a couple of minutes, Kim was whimpering softly and bucking her hips, trying to get Jeff to touch her clit again. Finally she cried out, "Oh please, please!" As soon as he heard her beg for release, Jeff again stroked her clit with his now well-lubricated finger. Instantly, Kim arched her back and gripped the chaise so hard that her fingers turned white from the pressure. He mouth opened and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her whole body shook and then shook again and yet again as her orgasm washed over her like surf pounding on a beach. Slowly she lowered herself back down. She closed her legs and clamped her knees together. She rolled to one side, closed her eyes, cooing quietly.

"OK," Jeff said, "Who's next?"

"ME!" "ME!" "ME!" "ME ME ME!"

"I think Cerise spoke first," Jeff said, walking over to Cerise. Her eyes were locked on his as though he were a panther who had cornered her and she was helpless to flee.

"Roll over now, let me do your back first." Cerise was so eager for his touch that she spun over onto her stomach like she had been stung.

Jeff used exactly the same technique on Cerise as he had on Kim. The combination of the anticipation of what would happen to her and the fact that she was hot as a branding iron from watching him do Kim made her so receptive that she came as soon as he touched her clit the first time.

Tammy was so keyed up by watching her friends that she came twice. Once just from his hands stroking her nipples. The second time she came so hard that Jeff was afraid she had passed out.

As all three girls lay basking in the sun, their combined afterglow outshining the rays of the afternoon sun itself, it was Cerise who recovered enough to ask the obvious question.

"Jeff? That was incredible. That was the hardest I have ever cum in my whole life. How did you learn to do that?"

"Well, as my big sister here has almost certainly told you, or even if she hasn't, you will have noticed for yourselves that I have a rather large dick." He looked around for confirmation on this and all three nodded in agreement. "Most girls I have dated are reluctant to have anything to do with it." Jeff laughed. "Actually, most are scared to death of it. So I have had to develop, ah, alternate techniques to make girls happy."

Kim laughed so hard that she doubled over. "Oh my!" she said. "We are a bunch of dumb bunnies! We thought ... or rather we didn't think. You've just taught us another lesson."

When the laughter subsided, it was Tammy who spoke next. "Jeff? May we see it?"

"Only if it's something you all want to do," he said, remembering his mother's wise advice.

All three girls nodded enthusiastically. Kim's eyes shone with her eagerness to see Jeff's cock again. She found her mouth had already started to water as she remembered the exquisite taste of his cum.

"Over here, then." Jeff walked over to the picnic table in the corner of the yard and looked around to verify that there was no direct line of sight from the house. He unfastened his swim trunks and slid them down his hips, stopping with the waistband just above the broad root of his cock. He waited until all three girls had gathered around. He sat Cerise on the bench to his left, Tammy to his right and had Kim kneel on the grass in front of him, as he knew she wanted. He then slowly lowered his trunks, revealing his huge cock, an inch at a time. Never had an audience been so attentive to a performance. Even though he had just made each of them cum hard enough to scramble their brains, all three girls were aroused and breathing heavily by the time the head of his cock came into view. The pressure had been building in his balls all day, first from the anticipation of his sister's promised rematch with his manhood and later from being elected sex-toy of the day by three very lovely and very naked girls. He dropped his trunks to the ground and sat on the bench between Tammy and Cerise. He spread his legs and let his cock swing in the breeze bellow the bench. When all three heads were moving in time with its oscillations, he reached down and picked it up. He took Tammy's left hand and put it on his cock near the root, then he put Cerise's right hand on the shaft. Both girls gasped when they felt the weight of it in their hands. Leaving Kim to her own devices, he leaned back to watch the fun.

Kim needed no instruction. This was what she had been looking forward to all day. She took hold of the part of his cock not already in the hand of her friends and began to stroke it to life. Jeff was so turned on that it only took a couple of minutes for his cock to reach its full size. Cerise and Tammy began squeezing and stroking their assigned sections. Kim gripped him behind the glans with both hands and stared at the head of his cock as though it were the most wonderful thing she had ever held. She licked her lips and slowly bent forward. As she neared the broad head, she opened her mouth wide, stretching her jaws as much as she could. She pushed her face down onto his organ, trying to stuff the huge head into her mouth. With much rolling and twisting, she succeeded. As soon as she had in inside her mouth, she felt the head swell even larger, bulging her cheeks and stretching her jaw muscles to the limit. Kim's mouth was locked onto his cock. She could not pull it out of her mouth now if she wanted to. It would only come out when his cock went limp after he came. Kim groaned in satisfaction at having achieved her goal. Breathing heavily through her nose, she ran her tongue under Jeff's cockhead and around the inside of her compressed lips. Assured of a good seal, she started to suck on his organ with determination.

Cerise and Tammy were beside themselves. Neither of them had ever come into sight of a cock this size before and now they found themselves witnesses and supporting players to a sex act the likes of which they had never dreamed. Kim's absolute commitment to swallowing Jeff's cockhead was the most powerfully erotic thing they had ever seen. Jeff sensed their rapidly peaking arousal and ran one hand slowly down the front of each girl until his fingers reached their pussies. At the approach of his hands, both pairs of legs flew open, giving him complete and unconditional access.

Jeff smiled happily. This could be his greatest moment. If he died tomorrow, this would be what he would want chiseled into his tombstone. He focused all his concentration on Cerise and Tammy, trying to synchronize their levels of arousal. Kim would take care of him and herself, he was sure of that. He only had to reach out to the girls on either side of him and let their heat drive him to fulfillment.

To his credit, Jeff managed to hang on to himself and the two girls until both were mewling and moaning. As he felt his balls draw up and his abdominal muscles cramp under the strain of his imminent climax, he flicked both Cerise's and Tammy's clits hard enough to bring them off as well.

Kim was in her own world - one of nothing but cock. She had attached herself to Jeff's monster and given her entire consciousness over to servicing it. When she felt the first contractions come pulsing up his shaft, her own climax started in sympathy. When she felt the first powerful burst of cum hit the back of her throat, she came like an exploding volcano. With each burst of cum, she swallowed desperately to keep from drowning in it and with each swallow her pussy clenched simultaneously. It seemed to go on forever. Kim's conscious mind receded into the distance. Her whole being became an attachment to the cock in her mouth. Its every pulse and throb became her heartbeat and its ejaculations became her life's blood.

As each of them swam back to awareness from the all-consuming world of their individual orgasms, they all felt a connection to each other, as though their minds had become synchronized and their bodies joined. Jeff lay back against the picnic table, limp as a cooked noodle. Cerise and Tammy lay their heads on his chest, listening to his heart beating in time with their own. Kim suckled happily on Jeff's cock, nursing it until it finally shrunk to the point where it slid free of her aching jaws. She laid her head on his thigh and held his cock tenderly, occasionally raising it to her lips for a kiss. None of them moved for a long time afterwards. No one wanted to break the connection they felt. As they had felt their orgasms would go on forever, they wanted the aftermath to last as well.

Finally, Jeff felt his legs go dead from sitting bare-assed on the wooden bench for so long. To get things moving, he put his arms around the two girls lying on his chest and hugged them tightly. They stirred groggily, then put their arms around him and each other and returned the hug.

"Let's go lie down," Jeff whispered, not wanting to break the mood. The girls nodded and got very unsteadily to their feet. Jeff reached down and retrieved his trunks. He put his feet into them and pulled them up over his butt. He picked up his limp, but still-bloated cock and began squeezing it to wring out the last drops of cum before stuffing it back into his baggy trunks.

"Wait!" Cerise said, putting out a hand to stop him. "Please, may I have a taste?"

Without waiting for an answer, she knelt on the grass in front of him and took his cock in one had, putting it to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked off the drop of cum hanging from it. She rolled her tongue around her mouth, savoring the taste with a look of curiosity on her face.

"Mmmmm," she purred, smiling. "Good!"

"Me, too!" Tammy said, sliding in beside Cerise. Taking the cock from her friend, she squeezed it but nothing further appeared at the tip.

Seeing the look of disappointment on her face, Jeff said, "Wait. Here." He took his cock in both hands and squeezed it, clenching his ass and stomach muscles. He thrush his hips forward, and pointed his cock at Tammy's open mouth. With the strain showing on his face, he gave a deep grunt and his cock pulsed one last time, squirting a big glob of cum into Tammy's eager mouth.

The look on Tammy's face was priceless. She got much more than she bargained for. Jeff's cum hit the top of her mouth and splattered all over her tongue. She swallowed reflexively and then sat while the flavor registered on her tastebuds. "Whoaw!" she said, the thick coating of cum sticking to her tongue and impeding her ability to speak. She swallowed again. "Wow! That tastes like, like ... That tastes like nothing I've ever tasted before."

"Man-honey," Kim said, repeating her previous assessment.

"Exactly!" Tammy said. Cerise nodded in agreement.

"More!" Tammy said, eagerly opening her mouth.

"Mercy!" Jeff pleaded. "After all that, it will take me a while to recharge this thing." This wasn't a problem he ever expected to encounter — not being able produce enough cum to satisfy three thirsty girls.

"Kim got it all!" Cerise teased in a mock-whine, pouting her lower lip.

Kim had a hand over her mouth and another on her slightly protruding tummy. "I shouldn't have eaten so much lunch," she said, smiling, "Dessert was almost more than I could handle." She rubbed her stomach and gave a slight belch. "He really filled me up!" she said happily, remembering the feeling of having Jeff's cock explode in her mouth over and over again.

They all retired to their places by the pool, the girls on their fully reclined lounge chairs and Jeff on a towel on the grass nearby. They had only just lain down when Cerise got back up again and took her towel over and laid it next to Jeff. As she lay down next to him, the other two girls moved to join the pair on the ground. All four were soon in a tangled pile of legs and arms on the grass, where they fell into a blissful, satiated, exhausted sleep.

The recuperative powers of youth are a miraculous thing and all four began to stir again after only half an hour.

"I feel wonderful!" Tammy said, hugging whichever body she had the most of in her arms.

"Oh, me too!" Kim echoed. "I'm so happy!"

"I feel like I could fight tigers! I want to take on the world!" Cerise said, stretching and rubbing her breasts."

"Me too," Tammy said, thoughtfully, "We should do something."

"Like what?" Kim asked.

"Lets take a walk!" Cerise suggested enthusiastically.

"Good idea!" Kim agreed, "We can go walk around the block together."

"Yah!" Tammy chimed in.

"May I make a suggestion?" Jeff asked politely. He wasn't really a member of this society, more an honored guest, and he wasn't sure if he should be interfering.

"Please," Kim said, "Go ahead."

"Well, won't you feel safer and more secure if you all go together?" Jeff pointed out.

"Of course, it will be fun!" Cerise nodded.

"Wait, I see his point," Tammy said, "This isn't about fun. This isn't about safety or security. This is about each of us individually, not all of us as a group."

"We should each go separately," Kim nodded. "We can start from here and each go around a different block. Then we all meet back here and share our experiences."

"First," Jeff added, "tell Mom what you're doing. If she approves, you go different directions, but if any of you is not back here in twenty minutes, we will come looking for you. OK?"

A round of nods sealed the idea.

June Hawkins hesitantly approved the plan. This was the first step 'out of the nest' so to speak and would be a major milestone. It had to come, and the sooner the better, but she still felt torn about having them wander the streets alone.

"All right, dears. Here's what we'll do. Kim, you go up to Oak Street and turn right. Go down Oak to Spring Lane and turn left. Go out Spring one block and then circle back home. Cerise, you go the other way down Maple to Riverview and turn right. Go out Riverview and bear left around the block. Tammy, you go with Cerise to Riverview, but turn the opposite way and circle this block, coming back here by Oak. Everyone should be back in no more than 40 minutes. Everyone got that?"

Three heads nodded in response.

"Have you thought about what you will say to people? You will certainly get questions while you are out there. Don't answer that now. I just want each of you to think about it so you will be prepared."

All three pondered the question. One by one they smiled, having answered it for themselves.

"All right then, dears. Have a nice walk. Remember, 40 minutes. It's OK to stop and chat, but try to keep moving."

The three girls stepped out of the front door together. They walked together to the sidewalk and then split to go their separate ways. June and Jeff watched them from the stoop until they disappeared from sight.

"Suppose someone calls the police?" Jeff asked.

"Oh my! You're right. Well, let's find out." She went back inside to use the phone. After only a short time she came back to wait with her son. She was smiling and holding a piece of paper.

"What did they say?"

"They said they've been answering 'streaker' calls all week and they won't send a car unless it's someone deliberately creating a disturbance, like tying up traffic or being a nuisance. I explained what they were doing and why and the nice desk sergeant asked if he could send his daughter over here for a crash course in maturity."

"Wow. What did you tell him?"

"I said we had a full class at the moment, but that we would consider taking more applicants in a week or two."

"What's the paper?"

"He gave me his daughter's name to put on the waiting list."

At the 40 minute mark, none of the girls had returned. June sat in a lawn chair and tried not to chew her nails to the quick. Jeff paced up and down the sidewalk looking first up and then down the street.

"See anything?" June asked for the third time in the last minute.

Jeff shook his head. "Give them a few more minutes. They probably got distracted." His pacing belied the assurance.

June at first thought that Jeff was anxious for his sister, but the way he kept lookout in both directions equally told her that his concern was for all three girls. June thought he looked like an anxious coach pacing the sidelines during a big game. Although she had only asked for his cooperation, she was very grateful for his support and his participation. "Lord knows I can use the help," she thought.

At the one hour mark, June was already heading to the house to get her purse and her car keys when Jeff called out.

"Mom! I see Kim coming. There are a couple of women with her."

June collapsed back into her chair. She breathed a deep sigh of relief that her daughter was all right. Now she had to prepare to receive two possibly hostile neighbors. She had been expecting backlash at some point. "May as well be now," she thought.

Kim arrived in a cheerful state, which was a very good sign, June thought.

"Hi Mom! I'm back. Have Cerise and Tammy got back yet?"

"No dear, we were just about to go looking. Who do we have here?"

The older of the two women looked to be scowling. She seemed to be one of those women of indeterminate age who looked the same for decades at a time. June thought she could have been anywhere from 60 to 80. The other was much younger; a housewife in her early 40's only a few years older than June. The older woman looked to be the spokesman.

"Mom, this is Mrs. McGreevy and Mrs. Wilson." To the two women she said," And this is my mother, Mrs. Hawkins."

"June Hawkins. Pleased to meet you. You must live over on Spring?"

"Olive McGreevy. This is my neighbor, Sara Wilson. No, we're in the next block up on Maple. We were sitting on my porch having a glass of iced tea when Kim walked by. I want to tell you I just about dropped my teeth when she came striding along, naked as a jay-bird. I told Sara right then, I did, I said, "Oh I've got to know what this is all about.""

At a shout from Jeff, they all turned to see Cerise and Tammy walking up, hand in hand. Both had cheerful expressions and were almost skipping.

"Great Googly Moogly!" Olive McGreevy exclaimed, "Two more of 'em! Well, I never!"

After all the children had been introduced to the visitors from up the street, June moved everyone inside.

"Bring a couple of chairs from the dining room please, Jeff. Olive. Sara. Please have a seat. I believe your questions can be better answered if we let the girls tell us about their walks first. Tammy, why don't you go first?"

"Well, I was fine until Cerise and I split up," Tammy began, "Then I started to get nervous. I was dodging from bush to bush at first, trying to hide. I was about to turn around and run back when I remembered that I was feeling the same way as I had this morning by the pool. I stopped and thought about what I was feeling and why I was there and what I wanted to learn. Just like this morning, as soon as I faced my fear it went away and I was fine after that. The rest of the way I tried to speak to everyone I saw. I did a lot of waving and stuff. Some people would come out to talk to me, but I just tried to be friendly and relaxed and they seemed friendly and relaxed, too. It was really nice. After awhile, I forgot about being naked and just enjoyed the walk. You know, it's weird. I used to be really shy around strangers. But everyone I spoke to was a stranger and I didn't feel uncomfortable at all."

"Very good, dear. Cerise?"

"I kind of started off like Tammy. Here I was, in a strange neighborhood, walking along with no clothes on, just like in that dream, you know, the one where you're out in public and suddenly realize you forgot to get dressed? Well, like, I was getting really freaked and everything, and then this guy comes jogging along in his running shorts and headband and stuff. He sees me and his eyes just bug out. It was so funny. He's looking at me so hard that he runs smack into this telephone pole and falls down. I ran over to see if he was hurt or anything. He got back up really quick, like he was totally embarrassed and ran off. I mean HE was embarrassed and I was the one who was naked. I realized that it didn't make sense for both of us to be embarrassed. While I was thinking about that I realized that it did not really make sense for EITHER of us to be embarrassed. So I just relaxed and stopped freaking. When someone saw me and looked like they were weirded-out, I would try to be extra nice to them so they wouldn't be embarrassed about me being naked. It was amazing. It was like I was this older person, you know. And I had to be the one to reassure them so they would not be afraid. You know, I hadn't thought of that. They were afraid of me. I was this new strange thing and they were afraid and I wasn't. Wow."

"Thank you Cerise. Kim?"

"I've been naked longer than Tammy and Cerise, but I had not been out in public before, so I had kind of the same reaction they did. I know that my feelings of fear and embarrassment are really just my mind's reaction to a new situation where I feel I have no control. I know that control is a figment; that the only thing we can control is ourselves, but I was having a hard time putting that knowledge into practice. I had to keep fighting with myself all the way up to Oak Street. I hadn't seen anyone at all to that point. When I got around the corner, I came to this driveway where a bunch of boys were playing basketball. I think they were Seniors. A couple of them looked familiar, but I'm just a Sophomore and I don't know many Seniors. Anyway, as soon as they see me, they freeze, like they don't know what to do. The guy with the ball trips and the ball bounces down the driveway. They're not trying to get it so I pick it up before it rolls into the street and I carry it back up to them. They still haven't moved or said anything. It's like they are so shocked that they don't know what to do. They are just staring at me like they've never seen a naked girl before. It was so funny. I felt so sorry for them, I mean this bunch of Senior jocks and none of them can say a word. I thought, what's bothering them is that this is so different that they just can't deal with it, you know. So I decided to give them something to, like, relate to? Anyway, I put the ball on my hip and I did a little pose for them, kind of like I did this morning, you remember. The one Jeff said looked like a centerfold. Well that did it. One of them gave me the wolf-whistle. I went over and handed him the ball and thanked him for the nice complement. After that they were more at ease. We talked for a bit I and then I said I had to go, that someone was waiting for me. They were all, "please stay" and "come back soon" and stuff, then. It was really cute. They asked me if I was Miss June and one of them ran in to get the magazine so I could autograph it for him. I didn't have the heart tell them that I went to the same school as them. I left before the guy got back with the magazine. The rest of the time it was just explaining to people that I was OK and didn't need help and wasn't lost until I got to Mrs. McGreevy's house. She and Mrs. Wilson invited me to have some tea with them and I was thirsty by that time so I did. After I explained what I was doing, they asked if they could come with me to meet you, and here we are."

"Thank you, dear. Now I have to ask all of you if anyone you met did anything to make you afraid or uncomfortable. Did anyone try to take advantage of you or touch you?"

All three girls shook their heads.

Tammy spoke up, "All the people I met who stopped me to talk were just like the one's that Kim mentioned. Many of them wanted to know it I was OK or needed help. Some were even encouraging when I told them what I hoped to learn from being naked. No one was rude and no one even got really close. It was like they were going out of their way to respect my personal space, you know?"

Cerise and Kim nodded agreement.

Cerise added, "I'm really glad we did this. I feel so much better about myself. I feel like I can do anything."

June turned to the visitors, "And now I'll try to answer any questions you have, Mrs. McGreevy."

Thank you. I have a couple. Kim told me that this was her idea, that it was also some kind of punishment. Which is it?"

Kim spoke up before June could answer. "Both. Really. I made a threat to go naked in the middle of an argument and Mom made me go through with it. From that I learned that you have to mean what you say and getting your own way is not the most important thing in life."

"So you were not originally a volunteer?"

"No, I had to be dragged into it. Very nearly kicking and screaming. I'm sorry Mom."

"But you convinced these other two girls to join you?"

Cerise interrupted, "Kim did not ask us to do it. I did it because I saw that it was helping Kim make herself into a better person and I wanted the same thing for myself. It was pure selfishness and envy. I did not want her to have something that I didn't have. I'm ashamed of that like Kim is ashamed of having to be forced."

Mrs. McGreevy looted at Tammy, "And you, young lady?"

"Before she answers that," June said, "She needs to know that she did not really have a choice. Tammy, your mother committed you before you asked. I should have told you before."

"Thank you for being honest with me, Mrs. Hawkins," Tammy replied in a serious tone, "I will try to be honest too. I thought I chose because I wanted to be like Kim, to understand things like she does, but I was kidding myself. I chose to do this for all the wrong reasons. I chose because I did not want to be left out. I wanted to do it because my friends were doing it. I've always done whatever my friends were doing, never making my own choices. My mother was right. I do need this." As she hung her head, Cerise took her hand and held it.

"I see," Mrs. McGreevy said.

She was quiet for so long that June asked, "Did you have any other questions?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was just thinking of my granddaughter. My daughter — her mother — is at her wit's ends dealing with the child. She's only 15 but they are talking about sending her to a special school — what we used to call reform school — because she is so wild. I'd hate for it to come to that. I was hoping ... would you talk to my daughter?"

"Of course, Mrs. McGreevy. I'll be happy to."

"Call me Olive, dear. Here's her name and number. I hope the next charming young nudist I serve tea to on my porch will be my own flesh and blood."

After Olive and Sara had left, June said, "It's time to go, girls. Get your things and I will run you home."

The ride in the car was very quiet. In the back seat, Cerise and Tammy were each contemplating their homecomings. It had only been a few hours, but so much had happened that it seemed that months had passed since they had been home.

"Girls, remember what you told me about meeting strangers?" June asked, "If you are polite and try to put them at ease, people will respond in kind. The same principle holds for your families. I think you will find that you all want the same things, now."

"Call me tomorrow?" Kim asked. She got a couple of distant nods in return.

When the car pulled up in front of Cerise's house there was an uncomfortable pause.

"Would you like us to walk you to the door?" Kim asked her friend.

"No," Cerise said. "This is something I need to do on my own." She stepped from the car and closed the door. "Tammy? "Not because it is easy", hunh? Kennedy, wasn't it? I'm glad one of was paying attention in History. Good night, all."

She walked up the steps to her house and opened the door. She could hear her mother in the kitchen, rattling pans. The video game in the den was beeping and she could hear her younger brothers laughing as they played. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the den and almost laughed out loud. There, on the floor in front of the TV, sat Tom and Bill, naked. As soon as they saw her, both dropped their video game controls and put their hands over their privates.

Cerise managed to hold back her laughter, allowing only a broad smile on her face. She dropped her bag on the floor by the door, where she could take it upstairs later, then she put her hands on her hips and addressed her brothers in her best voice of authority, "I see we have some work to do, guys. Don't worry. It'll be fun. MOM! I'm home!"

Tammy walked slowly up her front walk to the door. She had just reached for the handle when the door opened and her mother rushed out to grab her in a big hug.

"I'm sorry baby! I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I just didn't know what to do."

Tammy hugged back as hard as she could. "It's OK, mama. Really, It's OK. I understand. Like I was telling Kim and Cerise earlier, as Kennedy said, sometimes you have to do things that are hard, to accept difficult challenges.

Marge released her daughter and held her at arm's length. With a perplexed expression, she said, "Who? Kennedy? What's this?"

"President Kennedy, Mama. In History class, we watched a tape of his speech at Rice University in 1962. The one where he said we were going to send a man to the moon?"

"Lord! That was before I was born, honey."

"He said that some things had to be done, "not because they are easy, but because they are hard". I never understood what he meant until today. Some challenges must be met because the rewards are too great to pass them up. Today I learned that the greatest reward is sometimes just finding out that you can meet the challenge."

Marge wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at her daughter in amazement. The girl had never before given any indication that school had been anything but a place to meet her friends and exchange gossip. Marge did not even know that Tammy had taken a History class, for all she had said about her schoolwork. Now here she was, quoting dead presidents. Marge wondered what else might come out of her daughter's mouth.

"Come inside, honey. I've got supper ready. We'll eat, then you can tell me what else you learned today."

"OK, Mama."

As June Hawkins pulled into her driveway, she saw her husband's car in the garage. Apparently he had gotten tired of his golf buddies and finally decided to come home. June thought that she shouldn't begrudge him some time off by himself, but she wished he would spend more time with her. She couldn't remember the last time they had been intimate.

June and Kim found Walt and Jeff in the den, absorbed in a game on TV.

"Hi, Daddy!" Kim said and bent down to kiss her father on the cheek.

"Hi, punkin," he replied, hardly looking up.

"Hello dear," June said.

"What time is supper?" Walt asked.

"Not long, dear. I'll go start it now. Chicken all right with you?"

"Um, humn."

Kim watched this exchange thoughtfully. Then she sidled over to where Jeff was sitting and poked his leg with her bare toe. When he looked up, she crooked her finger at him and walked out into the hall.

"Whassup?" Jeff asked, when they were out of earshot of their father.

"I need to talk to you. Upstairs."

Jeff thought Kim seemed unhappy about something, so he followed her up the stairs without any further questions. On the way he made a mental note to always let Kim go ahead of him up the stairs. The view from behind and below was breathtaking.

About an hour later, June called everyone to the dinner table. The meal passed with minimal conversation. June expected Kim to be bubbling over with chatter about the progress she and her friends had made that day, but Kim was unusually quiet and June decided that she was probably worried about how her friends were doing at home on their first evening naked.

After dinner, Walt and Jeff retired to the den to resume watching TV. June stayed in the kitchen to clean up. Kim followed her father and brother into the den.

Standing to one side of her father's recliner, she said, "Daddy?"

"Yes, punkin?"

"Jeff thinks I'd make a good nude model. What do you think?"

Walt's eyes flicked away from the TV at that. He looked at his daughter and said cautiously, "Well, I don't know..."

"I know some good poses I could do. Want to see them?"

"Ah, well, I..." Walt was becoming less sure of this idea by the second.

Kim began with the pose she did so effectively earlier in the day. She held it for several seconds to give her father time to appreciate it and then moved on to the next. Each pose was more explicitly sexual than the previous. All during the exhibition Walt grew more uncomfortable as he watched his teenage daughter bend over and wag her breasts, wiggle her butt, stroke her legs, squeeze her breasts, pull her nipples, bend over and spread her legs, and was standing with her legs apart, holding her breasts up to her mouth, licking her nipples when her mother walked by the open door and stopped with her jaw hanging almost to her chest.

Jeff saw his mother's reaction to the show her daughter was putting on and stepped out of the room to join her.

June practically dragged Jeff into the kitchen where they could talk out of hearing of the others.

"You're smiling, young man. You know what that's all about. Talk."

"Mom, has Kim ever struck you as malicious?"

"What? No. Self-centered. Willful. Thoughtless. But never mean or malicious. Why?"

"Then believe me when I tell you that what's going on there is her way of thanking you for what you have done for her."

"And how is THAT a favor to ME?"

"We both know that you and Dad haven't been, ah, well, sexually active in a while."

"How on earth could you know that, young man?"

"Your bed squeaks. We can both hear it in our rooms."

"Oh. Go on."

"Well Kim is trying to get him worked up. She's warming him up for you."

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh, lord!" June eyes got very wide and her face flashed from amusement to astonishment to alarm and back again. "Wherever did she learn all THAT?" She asked, waving a hand in the direction of the den.

"Before dinner, she asked me to show her some photos in my magazines. She practiced upstairs before dinner."

"Not the magazines from the top shelf of your closet!"

"Ah, yes. How did you... ?"

"Never mind. I better go rescue my husband before my daughter gets him too worked up," she said, removing her apron and hanging it on the back of the door. "And did it occur to you that teaching her those poses was like giving her a bucket of gasoline and a box of matches? She'll be able to turn any man she wants to into jelly."

"That wasn't the effect it had on me."

"Shut up. I've got to save Walt before he explodes."

When June got back to the den, Walt's face had turned a reddish color and he was gripping the arms of his chair with white knuckles. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the overt pornographic display in front of him. June bent down and whispered in his ear. He nodded and got up slowly. He walked stiff-legged toward the stairs.

"I'll be right with you, dear," June said, "I just have to find the WD-40."

After their parents had left, Kim was almost beside herself with joy.

"Did you see that?" she asked her brother, rhetorically. "Did you see? He was so turned on he was hardly breathing. I was almost afraid he was going to have a heart attack! That was amazing. If that worked that well on my own father... ?"

"Why does the word 'Frankenstein' suddenly come to mind?" Jeff asked sarcastically.

"Oh hush. Did you see the hard-on he had when he walked out of here?"

"I didn't have to. Have you any idea how hard you got ME? And I only saw half of it. You made up some of those poses yourself! I had no idea you were that limber. Mom was right. You're dangerous!"

"Pooh! I'm just learning to use the assets I have. I need the practice, anyway. Speaking of practice, we seem to have the den to ourselves. They won't be back for quite a while."

"Fine by me. I'm leaking down my leg. But first, I have something I want to practice, too."

"Oh? What?" Kim's eyes shone with excitement. All that erotic exercise had her arousal at a high pitch as well.

"I want to surprise you. If you don't like it, just say so and I'll stop."

"After what you did to us this afternoon, little brother, I don't think 'stop' is in my vocabulary. You can do anything to me that you want, short of sticking that monster in your pants into my little pussy. Sorry, but that's where I draw the line."

"Of course. Not a problem. Now sit down over here on the couch. That's it. Slide your butt up to the edge. Good. Not lift up so I can put this kitchen towel under you. Fine. Now spread your legs as far as you can. Excellent. I see you are already soaking wet so we can 'dive right in', as it were."

"What do I do?"

"Just relax. And try not to scream."

"Scream! Why would I scream?"

"Well most girls I have done this to have screamed. Trust me. You will love it."

"Well, OK. Just don't hurt me too much."

Jeff got down on his knees in front of Kim and bent over with his face between her legs. He put a hand on the inside of each of her thighs and stuck out his tongue and slowly licked her dripping pussy from bottom to top, just darting to one side to miss her clit at the top of the stroke.

"Oh, wow!" Kim reacted. "Oh freaking wow!"

Jeff continued to lick, tracing his tongue on each side of her labia and dipping into her vaginal opening. With each bob of his head, Kim became more aroused. Every few licks, Jeff would look up to gauge the condition of her clit.

Kim began to writhe under his oral ministrations. She tossed her head from side to side and moaned. She rubbed her breasts and twisted her nipples until they were poking out a half-inch. She reflexively tried to close her legs on Jeff's head, but he held tight to her thighs so he could continue to have unrestricted access to her pussy.

Kim began buck her hips into his face, trying to get his tongue deeper into her. She planted her feet on the edge of the couch and tried to push herself into him. She grabbed a cushion and bit it savagely, trying not to scream with passion. Her clit felt like it was on fire, but Jeff continued to avoid touching it.

As Jeff explored her pussy with his tongue, he watched her clit grow and expand out of its hood. He saw it turn pink, then red, then a shade of purple. When it looked like it was ready to split open, he stopped licking Kim's pussy and put his lips directly onto her clit and sucked it into his mouth, flicking it back and forth with his tongue.

Kim came like a bomb had gone off in her head. She clamped her legs together so forcefully on Jeff's head that he could not hold them back. Instead he slid his hands under her bottom and held on as she bucked wildly, almost throwing herself off the couch. She stuffed the cushion as far into her mouth as she could to muffle her scream, but scream she did, and at the top of her lungs.

Jeff kept on licking Kim's clit and sucking it further into his mouth. He circled it with the tip of his tongue and wiggled it back and forth. He licked it, flicked it, and stroked it. He sucked it, kissed it, and bathed it in his saliva. As he continued his assault on her small bud, her orgasm skyrocketed to stratospheric heights.

As the intensity of Kim's climax soared ever higher, her writhing and thrashing slowed and became a more general rigid tensing over her entire body, as if her nervous system were completely overloaded with sensation. Slowly, even the rigidity faded, leaving her only movement jerky and random as though she had lost control of her body altogether. When she became completely limp, Jeff let her clit slip from his lips.

Concerned that he might have gone too far, Jeff checked her pulse. It was still strong and regular. He lifted an eyelid, but saw only white. Her eyes were rolled back in their sockets. She had passed out from sensory overload. Jeff checked the clock on the wall. Kim had been climaxing continuously for just over half an hour. Not for the first time, he envied girls their orgasmic capacity.

Smiling with satisfaction, Jeff cleaned Kim up with the towel and mopped up all traces of their activities. Then he picked up her limp body in his arms and carefully carried her up the stairs to her room. He gently slid her into bed and tucked the covers under her chin. She was still as limp as a jellyfish out of water. As he stood and looked at her inert form, he saw a rivulet of drool run out of her slightly open mouth onto her pillow. Jeff turned out the light and went back downstairs to close up the house. He was sure that neither Kim nor his parents would be coming back down tonight.

Returning to his room, Jeff shucked out of his shorts and looked at his cock. Kim's posing practice had turned him on before dinner and again afterward when she performed for their father. During his oral assault on her, his cock had been as hard as a rock. Even now, he was still sporting serious wood and his balls had a dull ache. He really needed to relieve the pressure that had built up. As he pumped his cock with both hands he saw the head swell and precum begin to drip from the tip. He squeezed and pulled it until the skin was drawn so taut over the shaft that it turned glossy.

Jeff reached into his bureau and got out the bottle of herbal massage oil that he liked to use on his cock because it was supposed to be good for the skin and the herbs in it gave his cock a nice warm feeling when he rubbed it in. He applied a generous amount to his cock and then to his balls as well. He poured a little more into his palm and worked it thoroughly into his cockhead, kneading it as hard as he dared to stretch the tissue so more blood could be pumped in. When every part of his cock was as hard as it could possibly be, he started stroking it from the base to the tip with a firm grip, milking his huge cock. Precum started to flow continuously from it and ran down the massive shaft, mixing with the oil. When his cock started to twitch and throb, Jeff shortened his strokes and moved his hands back toward his balls leaving the sensitive head and glans to throb untouched. He brought himself to the verge of orgasm and then let go of his cock and waited until he had backed away from the edge sufficiently to be able to touch himself again. He repeated the process again and again, driving himself almost over the pinnacle each time. Finally, when he could not stand it any longer, he took hold with both hands and began to stroke the full length of his throbbing cock.

As he approached what he was sure would be a huge climax, he visualized his sister's mouth on the head of his cock, insistently sucking at it to get a taste of his cum. He remembered her delight at being covered in his cum and her determination to suck him dry. She clearly liked the taste of it, as had Cerise and Tammy, he recalled. But Kim had seemed to find the taste of his cum to be the most delicious thing she had ever put in her mouth. He remembered that she had climaxed earlier that day just from having him cum in her mouth.

Jeff suddenly stopped stroking himself and lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head. Released from his grip his massive cock waved in the air as though searching for stimulation. Jeff stared at it, wrestling with himself over whether to continue masturbating or to let himself slide back away from orgasm. He thought about what a self-centered brat his sister had been and how she had delighted in making his life hell. He thought about the dramatic change that had come over her and how, how different his life was now and how deeply he cared for her and how he could now express his affection in ways that made her happy.

Finally, he rolled off the bed and walked stiff-legged into the bathroom. As he turned on the shower control to the full Cold position and stepped in, he decided that the very least he could do for her was to save his cum for her, rather than waste it in a towel.

After the shower, his cock had shrunk almost back to its normal flaccid state, which meant that it still slapped his thigh as he walked. The ache in his balls had grown to a sharp pain and he was aware of a pressure behind the base of his cock that meant his prostate was blown up like a balloon. As he rolled into bed, he reflected that his discomfort was a small price to pay. He decided that as long as Kim wanted his cum, he would try to give her as much of it as he could produce. He wondered if there were any diet or exercise he could use to increase the size of his load. He made a mental note to research it on the Internet the next chance he got, then he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

He woke up very early the next morning with the worst case of morning-wood he had ever had. His cock had swollen to a prodigious size. It was larger than he had ever remembered it being, and it ached from the pressure. It was so stiff that it was holding the sheet and bedspread off his torso, but it only bent at a 45 degree angle. He realized that the weight of the bedspread was hurting it and he flung it off of him, freeing his cock to stand upright. As he fingered his cock, he discovered that every inch of it was hard as steel and that the muscle that controlled his erection had contracted so fiercely that the base of his cock was numb. As he lay there, he wished that his balls were numb as well. Instead, they were throbbing with a dull pain that was becoming more acute by the second. To reduce the pain in his balls, he pulled up his feet and allowed his knees to fall open so his balls could hang free without being pressed between his legs.

His cock was so sensitive that he could feel the air from the floor vent blowing across it. It screamed to be touched, but at the same time felt like it would split wide open if he did. The veins along the shaft stood out in sharp relief, as though they had been carved out of marble and painted reddish-purple. Jeff thought it was a good thing he had oiled it last night or it would almost certainly hurt much worse than it did now.

He was lying there, holding it by the base, wondering what he could do to get his cock to ease up, when he heard the knob on the door to his room start to turn. He quickly looked around for something to cover his cock with, but he had thrown the cover past the foot of the bed and there was nothing else to hand. All he could do was lie there with his hugely distended member standing straight up from his groin.

As the door opened, Jeff saw his sister poke her head around the door. The expression on her face as she saw his cock was one that he would treasure for the rest of his life. It seemed to be a mixture of shock and astonishment combined with delight. She looked just like she had come downstairs on Christmas morning and seen her present. Jeff watched her as she was drawn to his cock as though by magnetism. She walked up to the side of the bed and stood there with her mouth open. As he watched her, she licked her lips and swallowed. She had begun to salivate at the sight of his cock.

Jeff hated to break the magic of the moment, but Kim's stare was only making his cock hurt worse that it already had. "Close the door," he whispered. When she did not move, he whispered louder, "Kim!" She turned her head, but her eyes remained glued to his cock. As an experiment, he waved his fleshy club back and forth a few inches. Her eyes followed like it was a hypnotist's metronome. She was obviously mesmerized.

He reached out a hand and tugged her fingers. "Kim? Shut the door." As though in a daze, she followed his instruction. When he heard the latch click, he said, "Lock it." She reached out and turned the key, throwing the bolt. Now, at least they were safe from anyone else who might walk in suddenly. Kim returned to the bedside, still entranced by his dick. She reached out and stroked it with her fingers, tracing the bulging veins.

Kim recovered the power of speech enough to say in a hushed voice, almost as if she were only talking to herself, "I had no idea. I had no idea that it could get this big. It's huge! It's immense! It's ... it's Titanic!" She stroked the head with a feather-light touch, as if she understood how sensitive it must be. Her fingers traced the edge of his glans. His cock gave a twitch in response to her touch and she seemed to melt onto the bed next to him.

"Be gentle," he said, "It's very sensitive."

"It's incredibly hard!" she said with a tone of awe in her voice. "What happened? How did it get this way?"

Rather than go into a long explanation, Jeff said simply, "I've been saving it for you."

"Oh, my! Oh, my!" Kim said. She slid carefully around to sit facing him between his bent legs. She spread her legs to straddle him, pushing her feet up under his arms. Her warm, moist pussy pressed against his throbbing balls. Her juices felt like soothing lotion on his scrotum. His cock stood up in front of her, almost reaching the level of her nipples.

Jeff reached out to his bedside table and picked up the bottle of oil that he had used earlier. Holding it out to Kim, he said, "Here, use this. It helps the skin stretch."

Kim took the oil and rubbed some into her hands. She reached out and gently took hold of his cock just below the head. Arching her spine with the remarkable flexibility of youth, she lowered her mouth to the head and began to lick. She carefully bathed his cock with her mouth, coating the purple head with her saliva. She licked his opening, tracing the gaping lips with her tongue and easing the tip of her tongue as far into his cock as she dared. When his cock twitched in response she stuck her tongue out as far as she could and parted the tip. Then she again pressed it into the opening in his cockhead. To his surprise, she was able to penetrate almost an inch. Pulling back, she began to thrust her pointed tongue repeatedly into his cock, fucking it with her pink tongue, reaming him out wider and wider with each thrust. When she had his opening to the size of a quarter, she opened her mouth and sealed her lips around it. She began to suckle at his cock, reaching deep inside with her tongue, searching for the nectar she wanted.

When Jeff arched his back and clutched the sheets in response to this novel sensation, Kim started sliding her hand down to the base of his cock, taking a grip and pulling upward, allowing the oil to let her hand slide slowly to the head. She milked his cock this way for several minutes while he moaned beneath her.

When it became clear to Kim that Jeff needed still more stimulation before he could climax, she increased the suction she was applying to his cock with her mouth and began milking him even more insistently with her hands. With every up-stroke her wrists pressed into her breasts, forcing them apart and making them bounce. Her distended nipples waved in the air.

Jeff was in heaven. The only distraction to his perfect pleasure was Kim's crotch pressing on his tender balls. Trying to get more comfortable he reached down and put his hand between their pelvises and cradled his balls so they would not be pressed against his ass. He raised them up and felt them rub against Kim's inflamed pussy. Her heat and copious juices felt so good to him that he rubbed his balls against her labia to coat them. Apparently having his balls rubbed on her pussy felt good to Kim, too. She took her hands off his cock and, without releasing his cock from her mouth, reached down and took his balls in her own hands. She closed her fingers around his lemon-sized testicles and gently squeezed and caressed them. Then she took one and pressed it against her small vaginal opening. Jeff wondered what she was trying to do until he felt her steamy opening expand around his testicle, swallowing it. When it popped inside her, Kim moaned deeply and actually took her mouth off his cock. The sensation of having one of his orbs in her was new to them both. Eagerly, she took the other testicle and pressed it to her opening as well. Soon, it too had disappeared into her vagina and her opening had closed again around his scrotum, leaving only a short section stretched between their groins. With both his balls inside her, she ground her hips against him, bringing her clit close enough to rub against the base of his cock.

"Oh oh OH! Ohmigosh! Oh, that feels, that feels amazing!" she cried, "Oh Jeff, I have you inside me. I have your balls in my pussy! Aaaaaaahhhhh!" She ground her clit against his shaft, surrendering to the sensation and her heat.

Both savored the feeling of being joined together. Jeff felt her vaginal muscles contracting, caressing his balls. It was something he had never felt before and never expected to feel. His cock was far too big for her to take into her, but his balls were a perfect fit. She was so aroused by the sensation that her clit was standing up out of its hood. As she rubbed it against his well-oiled shaft, Jeff could feel its hardness.

The sensation of having his balls inside Kim was quickly driving Jeff to the point of no return. Kim had taken her hands off his cock and was using them to support herself while she pressed her clit against him. This left his cock free to slap against her abdomen, the head rubbing her breasts coating them with precum and oil.

So Kim would have her hands free again, Jeff raised his feet slightly and crossed his ankles behind her pelvis. He pulled them together tightly, making them as one at the hips.

With the additional support, Kim grabbed his cock again and resumed milking it. She forced her head down and put her lips over the head and sucked deeply. Jeff's cock twitched and bucked so violently that it felt like it was trying to get away from her. She tightened her grip and sucked again.

Jeff felt like he was being turned inside out. His cock was completely at the mercy of a girl who demanded his cum and would not take 'no' for an answer. At that moment his steel-hard cock surrendered and gave up its bounty. Jeff grunted as he felt muscles spasm in his cock and in his groin. He felt his anus open and close as the powerful contractions squeezed his hugely enlarged prostate. Contractions raced up his shaft delivering the first of his load to the mouth of the girl who was attached to his cock with all her might.

The first bolt of cum hit the roof of Kim's mouth so hard it stung. She barely had time to recover before the second bolt came rushing up filling her mouth. Streamers of cum squirted between her lips and Jeff's cock before she could swallow. As she gulped the first mouthful down, a second arrived. She began to swallow madly trying to keep up with the flood of cum boiling out of the cock between her lips. She abandoned breathing in an attempt to keep up with the torrent, just concentrating on swallowing as fast as she could. In the middle of this, her own orgasm hit her, reducing her world to a sea of pleasure and the feeling of having a cock cum in her mouth.

Jeff felt Kim's climax. Her vagina spasmed, sucking his balls deeper into her body and squeezing them. He had never felt so connected to someone before. It was as though they were Siamese twins who were joined at the hips. His cum came out of his balls in her pussy and rushed out of his cock into her mouth. It all felt like they were one person instead of two. The feeling was incredible. He wanted to cum forever. Several seconds later he was afraid he would. To his amazement, and Kim's delight, his cock seemed bottomless. He pumped on and on. It was as if his reserves were unlimited. Jeff had never cum so much in his life. His orgasm went on and on.

Kim finally got a chance to breathe as Jeff's stream began to slacken. She swallowed hard and then desperately sucked in air through her nose to fill her burning lungs. She had the better part of a lungful before her mouth was filled again. It became a cycle, suck-swallow-inhale-swallow-exhale-suck-swallow-inhale. Gradually, she got more air and less cum. By the time Jeff had run dry, she almost had her breath back ... Even after his cum stopped, Kim could feel the contractions in his cock and his groin as his orgasm rolled on and on. She could feel his balls trying to escape her pussy as his body tried to reel them back. She wasn't willing to give them back quite yet, so she clamped down her pussy and trapped them in her. The feeling of his balls trying to get out of her pussy started her own orgasm on an upward spiral again.

Feeling Kim's pussy swallow his balls again fired Jeff off into another series of contractions. Even though he had run dry, his cock continued to pulse and it stayed hard.

The two remained locked together, rekindling each other's climax time and again until they were finally physically exhausted. Kim eased her grip on Jeff's cock and stopped sucking. She slowly let his cockhead slide out of her mouth until it just pressed against her lips. She licked it a few times and then kissed it tenderly, reluctant to be parted from it. When she at last raised her head, she looked into Jeff's glazed eyes and then slid forward onto his stomach with his still softly pulsing cock between them. Jeff stroked her back and hugged her.

As they lay together quietly, they both noticed that they could hear a noise coming from their parent's bedroom. Kim raised her head and cocked an ear at the wall. She and Jeff both grinned at each other as the noise became clearer. It went "squeaka-squeaka-squeaka-squeaka". It was the sound of their parents' bed rocking.

"Going to be a wonderful day." Jeff said.

"It already is." Kim replied.

"Want to go down and get some breakfast?" Jeff asked.

"I just had mine." Kim laughed, "I'm full. I won't need to eat again til lunch! Besides, if we get up, I'll have to give your balls back. And I just love them right where they are."

"I like them there too. It's an indescribable feeling. You can keep them as long as you want ... if you take good care of them."

In reply, Kim squeezed her pussy again, pulling Jeff's balls deeper inside her. She never felt so close to anyone in her life. She guessed that having part of someone physically inside you made that possible. She sighed and put her head down on Jeff's chest. She wanted this moment to go on forever.

June was surprised when Kim declined breakfast. "Just not hungry, mom," was her only excuse. At least she sat with the rest of them while they ate, even if she did just sip on a glass of juice. June wondered if her daughter was thinking about going on some kind of diet. She would definitely discourage that. Kim had a perfect body and did not need to lose a bit of weight.

"Kim, I know you will want to have your friends over today so you can all catch up on last night. You can use the pool again if you like. Walt and I will be going over to visit with the Stillman's. Betsy and Howard want to talk to us about their daughter. Oh, I forgot to mention, I spoke with Effie Ferguson this morning. She wants to bring her daughter Colleen by to meet you today. I told her that we were only taking volunteers at this stage, but she said if Collen does not agree, she is going away to school this week. No pressure, dear."

"Gee, thanks, Mom. I'll talk to her, but no one can make her join if she does not want to. This is all about self-improvement. You have to want to change before it can do you any good. Sometimes a kick is needed to get started, but that's up to her family, not us."

"Quite so, dear. Well put. That's why I did not think it would be necessary for me to stay. I thought you would be more relaxed if it was just you kids. I trust you to do the right thing."

Kim looked at her mother with a strange expression on her face. Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her face to be caught in the corners of her smile.

"Yes, dear. I said 'I trust you'. Feels good doesn't it?"

Kim said in a choked voice, "Yes, it does. Thanks, mom."

"Don't thank me. You earned it. You may not see it, but you are becoming a leader. Tammy and Cerise joined because they wanted to be like you, remember? They saw you becoming something better than you were and they wanted to follow you. I know you won't let them down and I know you will do what you can for Colleen."

Kim sniffed and wiped her eyes on a paper napkin.

"Pep talk goes down better than scolding, doesn't it, punkin?" Walt said over his paper.

"Absolutely! Jeff, are you going anywhere today?"

"I was thinking about going over to Roger's house. He has a new skateboard that he got for his birthday that he wants to show off. If you'd like me to stay here, though, I'd be happy to."

"I'd like you to listen for the doorbell and show Colleen back when she gets here, if you wouldn't mind. After that, I'd like you to go back into the house, but stay within earshot until we get some idea what Colleen is about. Just a precaution."

"Not a problem. Happy to help."

Walt and June shared a look over the corner of his paper. Their daughter seemed less and less like a little girl every time she opened her mouth.

This time it was Tammy's mother who dropped Tammy and Cerise off at the Hawkins'. When Kim told her that her mother wasn't home, she said, "I'll catch up with her later, then. You girls have fun. And Kim? Thanks hon. Thanks a whole bunch."

When Marge had driven off, Cerise asked Tammy, "What was that about?"

"I'm afraid I seriously freaked Mom out when she heard me quoting Kennedy. She just can't get over that I might have actually paid attention in school for one brief moment. It's embarrassing."

Kim asked, "Why is it embarrassing?"

Tammy laughed, "I know that look, girl. OK, it's embarrassing because I had obviously given her the idea that I was not paying attention in school and I'm ashamed to admit that she was too right. I know that not paying attention in school is passing up an opportunity to learn something potentially useful. I just wish most of weren't so damn boring!"

Kim giggled, "We'll have to tackle improving the educational establishment another time. Our agenda for today is already set. Come on out back and I'll tell you about it."

As they passed the den, Kim stuck her head in to talk to Jeff, who was surfing the net. Kim thought it looked like some kind of Men's Health site, but she could not guess what a 15 year-old teen would need with that.

"Jeff, we're going outside. Listen out for the door."

"Right, boss," Jeff said without a trace of sarcasm.

"You not coming out, Jeff?" Cerise said sadly. "What if I need some lotion rubbed on me?"

"Maybe later, OK?" I have some homework to do in here."

"'K. See ya."

Out by the pool, Tammy asked, "So what's the agenda — Boss?"

"Oh don't you start, too. Jeff is just ragging me over something my mother said at breakfast this morning. The agenda is that we will have a visitor later. You remember Mrs. McGreevy from yesterday afternoon? Well her granddaughter is coming by to visit with us. We're just supposed to talk to her. No pressure. No coercion. We're here for mutual support, right?"

Cerise said. "She said Colleen was going to be sent away to some nasty school for 'Troubled Teens' if she didn't shape up. That doesn't sound like 'no pressure' to me."

"Yeah," Tammy agreed. "That sounds like we're her last chance."

"Well, let's keep it light, OK?" Kim suggested. "If we freak out, she'll freak too, so let's try to be laid back when she gets here."

Cerise said with a leer, "I could be more laid back if your brother were to give me one of his massages."

"Un, Hunh!" Tammy agreed.

"Maybe later. OK? Right now I want to hear about last night." Kim smiled to herself. She really didn't want to explain that Jeff was inside recharging because she had sucked him dry in bed that morning. She rubbed her stomach. "That stuff is really holding me," she thought, "I'm not the least bit hungry. I wonder if I could live on a steady diet of cum?" Her mouth suddenly began to water and she swallowed.

Since Tammy's mom was a single mother, Tammy's story was brief. Once her mother saw that her daughter had forgiven her for signing her up for the self-improvement through buck-nakedness course everything had been peachy. The girls still hadn't found a term to describe what they were doing, although Nude Therapy was the leading contender.

"Cerise, what happened at your house?" Kim asked.

"When I got home, I'm like, not in the door good, when here are my two brothers on the floor, stark naked! It was the best welcome home ever. They were all, 'oh my god our sister can see our thingies', and I was having to say, 'calm down, I won't bite you' and stuff. It was wonderful. My mother's idea, of course. She's been great.

While we ate dinner, my father was having a hard time keeping his eyes off me. Every time I looked his way his head would jerk back down to his plate like he had been caught at something. I had to do something or the old man was going to give himself whiplash.

After dinner, I asked him if I could talk to him in my room for a sec. When I got him in there, I closed the door and got him to sit on the bed.

"What's this about, hon?" he asked, like he didn't have a clue, you know.

I backed off so he could see all of me and I was like, out of his space, you know? I tried to do that pose that you told us about yesterday. It must have worked because he got very fidgety and started looking at the floor.

I said, "Daddy do you think I'm pretty?"

That jerked his head up. He looked at me again and said, "Of course I do, hon. It's just..." He went back to checking out the rug again.

"Daddy, when you look away like that it makes me feel like I'm hard to look at. It makes me feel ugly."

"You're certainly not ugly!"

"Then look at me. You can look at me as long as you want. And I hope you will. When you look away like that it hurts my feelings. It tells me that you don't like me. You like me, don't you, Daddy?"

"Of course I do, hon. You're my daughter. I love you more than anything."

"Oh, Daddy!" I ran over and hopped on to his lap like I used to do when I was 9. It surprised the heck out of him; mostly because I planted my butt right on his hard cock. He put his arms around me and hugged me like he used to. Even if he was trying real hard not to touch anything, he still held me and I just felt so good and so safe sitting there on his lap. I really hated to break the mood, but I had to get him over the idea that I had somehow become untouchable because I wasn't wearing clothes anymore.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, hon."

"Daddy, do you think I'm sexy?"

"What!? Well, ah, I mean, I..."

"You must think I'm sexy, Daddy. You have a serious boner going here." I wiggled my butt around on his cock. To show him I knew what was what. I thought he was going to dump me on the floor right then, but I had my arms around his neck and I wasn't letting go.

"I'm sorry, hon. It's just that men, you see, ah we get..."

"Daddy, I know all about erections and stuff. I'm a big girl now. I know that when a man gets an erection it means he thinks a girl is sexy and pretty. I'm not offended. I like it. I like it a lot. Especially from you."

"Look, hon. You're my daughter. I shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what? Shouldn't look at me? Shouldn't touch me? Shouldn't hold me? I want you to do all that. If you don't, I'll be very unhappy. Shouldn't think I'm sexy? Either I am or I'm not. Which is it?"

"You're very sexy dear. Really."

"Thank you, Daddy. And I know you mean it because I have all the proof I need right here." I wiggled on him again. He didn't try to dump me this time. "Daddy, I know you love me. I know you would never do anything to hurt me. I know I am perfectly safe sitting here teasing you with my naked bottom sitting on your hard cock. But if you avoid me, if you won't look at me, if you won't touch me or hold me, then I will be very unhappy. If I give you an erection it means I have turned you on. If I can do that to my Daddy, then I must be the prettiest, sexiest girl in the world!"

"Damn, honey. I can't be walking around with a hard-on all the time"

"Daddy, I think Mom might like to help you with that problem, don't you."

"Yes, hon. She might. She just might at that."

"I'll talk to her. I'll explain the problem and see if she will help you out."

"Ha, ha, ha. You do that. Now you hop up now before I have an accident."

"Oooo, Daddy. Am I that sexy? Can I do that just sitting on your hard cock." By that time I was getting turned on myself from sitting in his lap. His cock felt so good I didn't want to get up. When he said I might make him cum, I just about lost it.

"You minx! Stop teasing me."

"But I like teasing you. You're safe."

"'Safe', am I? If you don't stop squirming your pretty butt around on my johnson you might find out how 'safe' I really am!"

"Now that's what I want to hear. Tell me you like my butt. Tell me you like my boobs. Let me see that I turn you on, that you think I'm the sexiest girl alive. That's what makes me happy. OK?"

"OK, hon. You've got a deal. Now leave me alone a minute so I can pull myself together. And, hon? Thanks." When I hopped up, he hugged me. He put his arms around me and he reached down and grabbed my ass. I had to get out of there before my willpower gave out and I jumped his bod. Then I went down and told my mother that I had just teased Daddy into a sexual frenzy and would she mind sacrificing herself to save her daughter from her husband.

Kim and Tammy laughed together at this. Kim asked, "What did she say to that?"

"She got real wide eyed and then she grinned at me and said, "Well, all right. But I hope you don't plan on making a habit of this.""

I said, "Oh but I do, Mom. In fact, I plan on making him crazy with lust every chance I get. I hope you don't mind."

She said, "Well we all have to make some sacrifices, I suppose. As long as it's for a good cause." Then she handed me her apron and the dishtowel and told me I could finish cleaning up the kitchen. She practically ran up the stairs. I heard their bedroom door slam and they didn't come back down again.

"What happened with your brothers?" Kim asked. "Are they going to have to go naked, too?"

"No, that was just to make me comfortable last night. Mom thought that if they, like, had to be naked in front of me, if they got a taste of what if felt like, then I would get a lot less hassle from them. She was right, too. It made it a lot easier for me to walk into that house."

"So you didn't tease them, too?" Tammy asked.

"No. That would have been too easy. They're just walking erections most of the time, anyway. At first, I just tried to respect their space like I wanted them to respect mine." Cerise laughed, "It was tough. Every time I would walk through the room or just stand close to either of them, they would get hard. God, it was so tempting. Every time I turned around, there was a stiff dick looking at me. Neither of them is in Jeff's league, by the way — in any sense."

"What did you do?" Kim asked.

"Eventually they broke me down. The last straw was when I went to get something from the fridge. I was on my knees reaching into the vegetable bin when Tom came up next to me to get a soda. When I turned my head, his hard cock was practically in my mouth. I couldn't stand it. I grabbed it and dragged him by the cock into the great room. I made both of them sit on either side of me on the sofa and I told them we going to come to an agreement.

I said, "I know it's hard for you to have me walking around naked all the time. It is unfair to ask you to walk around with erections all the time. Dad has Mom to help him deal with that, but you two are, like, shit-outta-luck. Well, I want you to know that I feel your pain. So, here's what we're going to do. We're going to all have a good cum and get it out of our systems. Then we're going be courteous and polite to each other until we can't stand it anymore and then we'll do it again. This will be just between us. None of this leaves this room and if I even suspect differently then you two get to walk around with blue-balls for the rest of your lives. Do we have a deal?

"Of course they agreed. Once the blood goes into their cocks, there isn't enough left to operate their brains. We sat there on the sofa and I took a cock in each hand and I started jerking them off. At first I just wanted to, like, get it over with, get those annoying cocks drained and get on with my life. But as I sat there pulling their puds, I started getting worked up myself.

"After a while I couldn't take it and I let them fondle my breasts. They were really clumsy and I had to teach them how to handle a girl's tits. They were what you'd call, eager pupils, you know. Well, I was pretty hot after that and I told them they could rub my pussy for me. They were even worse at that. I don't think either of them had ever had his hands on a girl before. I had to teach them everything. I made them practice what I taught them until they got it right. I told them that if they could make me cum without hurting me that I would let them cum on me if they wanted to.

"That got them real motivated. They even started working together as a team. After a bit I think they got more interested in making me cum than in cumming themselves. At least they made me cum twice and they were working hard on the third when I took pity on them and made them stop. They actually seemed disappointed. I think they were really getting into it. Anyway, they had done such a good job that I sucked them both off for a reward. OK, so maybe I was just really turned on by then. Both of them came really quick, but they seemed to enjoy it anyway. Oh, and their cum tastes just like Jeff's, by the way, only saltier. Only they're only good for a squirt or two apiece.

"After that we just sat together and watched TV. You know, it was really nice. We just sat there, all skin to skin and everything. I was really purring after cumming twice and they kept me going by touching and stuff while we sat there. Anyway, when it looked like Mom and Daddy were not coming back down, I invited both of them into my room for a bit before bedtime. I thought we could just cuddle some more, but they got frisky and made me cum again. I guess I must have fallen asleep after that. When I woke up this morning, they were gone and I was all tucked in snug as a bug. They even got a blanket out and put it over me in case I got cold. I could have sworn that 'thoughtful' wasn't in either of their vocabularies.

"When I got up I was having real second and third thoughts about fooling around with them. I was afraid they would go all macho and bragging about it, but they were really nice. They ran around opening doors and stuff for me, holding my chair at the breakfast table, asking me if they could get me more juice and generally treating me like I was their Princess. It was so sweet. Mom noticed right away and wanted to know what I had done to them to get them to behave like that. I just told her that I found that if I was nice to them, then they would be nice to me. I don't think she bought that, but she can't argue with the results.

"You know, I think there are two kinds of boys. There are the kind that get off on making you feel good, and there are the kind that get off on using you to make themselves feel good. I'm lucky that Bill and Tom seem to be the first kind."

"Cerise?" Tammy said, "Can I come over to your house the next time your brothers need to have their cocks drained? I don't have any brothers to play with."

"Great! I'm sure they would appreciate having another girl to practice on."

Kim saw the back door open and Jeff come out with a tall blonde girl.

"This must be Colleen." She said.

Cerise and Tammy both turned to at their visitor. Cerise said, "My God! What is she wearing?"

"Hush. We're in no position to criticize what people wear, remember."

As she and Jeff approached the trio by the pool, they could see that Colleen was deeply into the punk-look. She wore a short black-leather miniskirt and a frayed tube-top with a pair of old black military-style boots. Her blonde hair was spiked and she had on so much mascara that she looked like a raccoon. Her fingernails were painted coal-black. She was very tall, almost six feet, but the most striking thing about her was the multiple piercings. She had a ring through her eyebrow, a stud through her lower lip, and one through her nose. What looked to be bars through her nipples were visible through the worn material of her top. Kim was willing to bet that there was a bar through her tongue and probably a couple more that did not show with her clothes on. Kim thought if she was trying to look like she was older than 15, she had succeeded marvelously.

Jeff handled the introductions. "Colleen, This is my sister, Kim and her friends Cerise and Tammy. Ladies, this is Colleen Ferguson." He stepped back a pace, but waited to see how things were going to go before leaving.

"Hi Colleen!" Kim said cheerfully, "We're glad you could come over."

"I'm not," Colleen replied in a disgusted tone, "I had no choice. My parents told me I had to. They also told me I had to do whatever you said, or they would ship me off to Sing-Sing tomorrow. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Colleen, we just want to talk to you. We're not going to try to force you into anything. We're really just more of a support group. No one here will make you do anything you don't want to, OK?"

"So, like, do have to get naked, too?"

"We all are. If you would be comfortable taking your clothes off, we would appreciate it. Jeff, thank you. We'll call you if we need anything." The look Kim gave her brother said very clearly to stay in earshot.

"Right, sis." Jeff retreated to the house with a concerned look.

Kim was briefly grateful that he did not say "Boss" instead of "sis". That would have been the wrong message to send to Colleen at this stage.

Colleen started peeling off her clothes even before Jeff had left. The tube-top came off first, revealing a horizontal steel bar through each nipple. She unbuckled her boots and stepped out of them. Her toenails were black like her fingernails. She pushed her skirt down over her hips and let it drop to the ground. She stood there with her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, twisting back and forth as if making up her mind whether to take them off or not. Finally, she quickly slid them down and stepped out of them. As she stood up, she brought her legs together so quickly that her knees knocked together.

"Great!" Kim said much more optimistically than she felt. "Come sit with us." She led the way to the group of overlapping beach-towels that had been spread on the grass next to the pool deck. They all sat on the towels in the sun. While Kim, Tammy, and Cerise all laid on the towels or sat cross-legged, Colleen sat with her knees pressed together on the ground and her feet splayed out beside her hips. She had her hands on her knees and hunched her shoulders forward. It was a position that did not look comfortable at all to Kim.

"So, Colleen, I don't remember seeing you in school last year. Did you just move here?" Tammy asked, trying to get the ball rolling.

"Yeah, I used to live up North. My grandmother convinced my mother to move down here after my father died."

"We're sorry to hear about your father. Mrs. McGreevy didn't mention that." Kim said.

"Yeah, me too." Colleen said sullenly. She was kneading her legs and rocking back and forth. She looked like she was in pain. Her scowling expression had not changed since she arrived. It was obvious to all three friends that Colleen was carrying some heavy baggage. And her father's death was only part of it.

"Do you have any friends here? Cerise asked. "Any boyfriends?" she added helpfully.

Colleen's venomous response shocked them. "Sure, I got plenty of boyfriends, she spat, "more than I can count. I got so many boyfriends that my mother put me on the pill so I wouldn't get pregnant." Her face scrunched up into a mask of anger. She was clearly using anger to mask some other emotion that she did not want to reveal.

"Colleen, lie down and relax," Kim suggested, "We don't want to upset you. Please lie down here in the sun and take it easy."

Colleen stretched out stiffly on the towel. She lay face down, with her nose pressed into the towel.

"We'll be right back," Kim said. She got up and stepped a few yards away. Tammy and Cerise followed.

"What do you think?" Tammy asked in a low voice.

"I think she's so tightly wound she would twang if you plucked her," Cerise whispered.

"Colorful, but accurate," Kim agreed. "We're not going to get anything out of her unless she can relax. From what I can read of her body language she is screaming shame and resentment."

"I know what would relax me," Cerise offered, "One of Jeff's 'massages'."

"Me too," Tammy sighed, "But is this really the time to be thinking of sex?"

"Desperate times call for drastic measures." Kim decided. "I'll ask Jeff to join us. I think he should do one of you first so she can see what's going to happen and get ready. If she hasn't run away screaming by the time he gets to her, this might work."

"Feeling generous, Kim?" Cerise asked, "Why one of us?"

"I want to keep a clear head if she does open up. You two decide which one gets the treatment while I get Mr. Magic Fingers. Remember, whoever goes first is going to have to sell the experience to Colleen, so really let yourself go."

While Tammy and Cerise discussed which of them should be the advertisement for Jeff's hand job, Kim went into the house. She found Jeff in the kitchen, watching out the window from a stool in the middle of the floor like a sentry on guard duty.

"Jeff, what's your take on Colleen?"

"Self-destructive, angry, and miserable about sums it up," he said. "She could be pretty, but she won't let herself be. Did you see how tensed up she is? Those knots in her shoulders have been there awhile."

"She just told us her father died not long ago. That she has had a lot of boyfriends. And her mother put her on the pill. What does that tell you?"

"Hmmm. Her father dying might account for the unhappiness, maybe the anger, but not the self-destructiveness. I bet that's not all of it. The fact that she mentions a lot of boyfriends and that she's on the pill should tell us something. Why would an otherwise attractive girl — if you like them that tall — go out of her way to make herself unattractive, put that many holes in herself, and go through a lot of intimate relationships? Sounds like she has some underlying personal problem that makes her hate herself, but still be promiscuous. If we can figure that one, we'll know what she needs."

"Right now what she needs is to relax enough to talk to us. All we are getting now is anger. She's got to be moved past that and fast. We want you to give her the same massage you gave us yesterday. Start with Tammy or Cerise so she knows what's coming. They're deciding who goes first now. If she doesn't balk, make her cum until she cries. If she backs out..."

"I know. It has to be her choice. If we force anything on her it will have the opposite effect of what we are trying to do for her. It's all about choice, isn't it? People have to choose to improve."

"There's a slogan in there, somewhere. We'll look for it later. Let's go."

Colleen did not look up as Jeff and Kim came back from the house. Jeff carried a bottle of suntan lotion and a clean towel.

"Hi, guys," Jeff said, cheerfully. "You forgot to put on your lotion. Don't want to burn, do you?"

Cerise chirped, "Oooooo. Do me first! Do me first!" She lay down face first on the towel only a couple of feet from Colleen, who kept her nose pressed to the ground.

"All, right. We'll get you lathered up in no time." Jeff said. He poured some lotion into his palm and warmed it in his hands. Kneeling next to Cerise, he started rubbing her shoulders with slow, firm movements. He had just touched her when Cerise began to moan.

Kim reached out a toe and jabbed Cerise in the bottom of her foot. The moaning stopped.

Jeff worked the lotion into Cerise's back with circular movements of his palms. He worked down her back on either side of her spine until he came to her round rear. He rubbed her ass firmly, kneading the large muscles, then he caressed it lightly, sliding his fingers down the crack of her ass before separating her cheeks briefly and exposing her anus. Cerise moaned more realistically at this momentary invasion of a private spot.

Kim thought she saw an eye flick open on Colleen's face, but it was hard to tell.

Jeff moved on down the backs of Cerise's legs, making long slow motions all the way down to her calves. When he reached her feet, he rubbed each foot separately; even spreading her toes and working the lotion into places it wasn't needed. When he finished her feet, he said, "OK, time to do the other side."

Cerise slowly rolled over, managing to move even closer to Colleen in the process. The relaxed smile and look of eager anticipation on her face was not acting.

Jeff reversed direction up her legs, slowly working up each one to just short of her pussy. Cerise tried to spread her legs, but Jeff caught them and closed them again. He bypassed her pussy and its crown of silky red hair and moved across her stomach toward her twin mountains with their crinkled peaks and their hard pinnacles. Cerise began to breathe faster in anticipation of Jeff's hands on her breasts.

Kim was sure Colleen was watching out of the corner of her eye, but she continued to lie face down and still. The corded muscles of her neck stood out, a sign of the tension she carried stored in her frame.

Jeff ran his hands up Cerise's sides to her shoulders. He stroked down her arms, pressing them beside her body. When reached her hands, he pressed them lightly, but insistently against her bottom where it met the towel, Cerise got the idea and put her hands under her butt, trapping them and elevating her mound for the display yet to come.

Cerise quivered and her breasts wobbled on her chest. She watched every move of Jeff's hands with rapt attention, as though willing them to touch her in more intimate spots.

When Jeff finally slid his hands over her breasts and cupped the tips in his warm oiled palms, Cerise gave a long slow exhale through her pursed lips and moaned with delight. Jeff rolled her nipples around with his fingers and tugged on them gently. Cerise arched her back and tried to raise her breasts up to press them against his hands.

Colleen picked her face up from the towel and watched Cerise writhe next to her with a clear look of arousal on her face. Kim saw her flex her thigh muscles and press her hips against the ground. Something was finally stirring in her loins.

Jeff's hands repeated his caresses of Cerise's breasts, in case Colleen had missed anything. As he tweaked her nipples again, Cerise tensed her abdominal muscles and raised her hips slightly, reminding Jeff of his destination. With his left hand still holding Cerise's breast, Jeff slowly moved his right hand down her slightly curved belly. With exquisite inexorable slowness, he approached her mound. As his fingers crept through the hair, Cerise whimpered and bucked her hips insistently, making her pussy beg for his touch.

Colleen had raised her torso off the towel and was supporting herself with her hands, which were pressed against her breasts, her fingers touching her engorged nipples. She had her head turned around to watch Jeff's glacial attack on Cerise's pussy and her lips were parted. Her breathing deepened and began to increase in tempo.

When Jeff's fingers spread open and slid on either side of Cerise's clit, Cerise cried out in frustration and a sob of disappointment tore from her throat. All eyes were on Jeff's fingers as they crept over Cerise's mound and began their descent in to her cleft. Very, very lightly, Jeff slid his middle finger deeper and deeper between Cerise's outer lips. As it curved inward, parting her inner labia and thrusting itself into her most private opening, Cerise made a high keening sound. Her face was a rigid mask of lust. Her head had dropped back and her eyes were tightly shut. She was concentrating solely on the sensation between her legs and visualizing the sensation yet to come.

Colleen was lost in the scene just inches from her. She gasped and moaned in sympathy with every sound and movement that Cerise made. She was vicariously living the experience of the girl lying next to her.

Kim and Tammy were also lost in the act before them. Both had stopped watching Colleen, even covertly and were focused on their empathetic bond with Cerise.

Cerise's breathing was coming in short pants. Her pelvis rocked as she tried to fuck herself onto Jeff's fingers. Her head began to roll from side to side as her arousal rose to a fever pitch.

Jeff curled his finger deeply into Cerise and then slowly began to pull it back, pressing it into her as he did so. Gradually his knuckle reappeared from her opening as he dragged it back up her cleft toward her clit, which was visible under his hand as a small quivering red knob. Almost touching her clit, close enough that she could feel the heat from his flesh, Jeff paused. Allowing the anticipation to reach a silent crescendo, he waited short of her clit, his finger drenched from its exploration of her pussy. Four minds willed the contact to happen, four minds united in one burning desire, to experience the climax, which they all knew was about to occur.

Without warning, Jeff let his finger close the gap and rubbed Cerise's clit firmly in a circular motion. Jeff snatched his hand away as a magician would to reveal an effect. There followed a microsecond of time, experienced by all four girls, during which Cerise's climax seemed to be rising up from within her as a volcanic eruption rises from the depths of the earth. Cerise's breathing stopped. Her eyes flew open. Her jaw dropped. Her back arched and her body virtually levitated from the ground as her climax crashed over her obscuring all other sensation and awareness. Her muscles were so rigid and her contractions so strong that she looked as though she were being electrocuted. Her orgasm was so intense that everyone present felt it to some degree. Tammy clutched her own pussy as contractions fired off her own climax. Kim clutched her breasts as she felt a pulse run to them from her own clit and back again. Colleen gasped for air as her arousal spiked. She felt the sympathetic waves of Cerise's orgasm as they rolled through her own nervous system and she groaned and lay back on the ground to writhe with pleasure.

Cerise bucked and writhed and mewled. Her abdomen heaved as her vaginal muscles contracted violently. Her body was wracked with the overwhelming sensation of absolute pleasure. Her climax went on and on.

Many minutes later, Cerise lay quiet on the ground. Completely and utterly spent from the experience she lay as though dead. Only her eyes, still unfocussed and rolling in he head gave any indication that she lived.

Jeff cleared his throat. Three pairs of eyes opened and sought his face. He asked in a small voice, "OK, who's next?"

Instantly, Tammy and Kim, completely forgetting the plan and everything else in the heat of the moment, replied, "ME!" "ME!" A split second later, in a weak pleading voice, Colleen cried, "Me!"

"I think we should let our guest go next, don't you?" Jeff asked Kim and Tammy, reminding them that there was an agenda to the proceedings. He got up and moved over to the other side of Colleen, who lay on the ground watching him as a wounded animal watches the predator circle in for the kill.

Reapplying lotion to his hands, he advised Colleen, "Try to relax. Lie still and concentrate on the sensation of my hands on your body." Then he began the slow massage procedure on Colleen, exactly as he had done it to Cerise. Jeff knew that the anticipation of the certainty of his movements and touches and the belief in the inevitability of the outcome was far more powerful than any novel variations he might invent. A girl who knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was about have an earth-shaking climax fulfilled her own prophecy with little effort from him. One of Jeff's wilder fantasies was that he might be able to induce a spine-shattering orgasm in a girl's body with only a look and a gesture. He looked at Tammy, lying almost as inert as Cerise after her own orgasm and wondered if that possibility might be more achievable that he first thought.

In the fullness of time, Jeff's hands traveled over Colleen's round breasts, down her quivering stomach, and arrived at her pussy. He slowly lowered his middle finger into her cleft, pressed into her and felt — nothing. A bolt of comprehension struck him like a kick in the pants. He looked down into her feverishly aroused face with an expression of empathy, compassion, and sadness. He knew what Colleen's problem was and how to cure it, or at least to make her aware that it was possible to overcome it and live a happy life.

Jeff took his hands off of Colleen and stood up. The other girls, not understanding his actions, watched in astonishment that he would quit at this stage. He put his hands on the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his legs. Straddling Colleen's body, he lowered himself to his knees and let his huge cock hang just between her breasts.

"Colleen?" he said tenderly. "Colleen open your eyes."

Groggy from being wakened from her trip up the mountain of ecstasy Colleen slowly opened her eyes. Gradually they focused and she stared at Jeff's monster cock jutting from his crotch and arcing down to rest its head between her breasts. Her eyes flew wide open and threatened to leap from their sockets as she grasped the scale of his equipment.

"Do you see this cock, Colleen?" he asked. "I'm going to put this into your pussy and fuck you with it. Do you see it?"

Colleen's face was a frozen painting of disbelief mixed with lust, into which a small glimmer of hope began to creep. She jerkily nodded as though her head were being manipulated by a puppeteer.

Jeff took his cock in both hands and pumped the stiff shaft until precum drooled from the tip. Holding his fleshy club over her face, he asked again, "Do you see this cock, Colleen? Do you want this cock? Do you want this cock inside you?"

Again, Colleen nodded like a marionette. The fear on her face had been replaced entirely by lust.

Jeff slid down her tall form and touched Colleen between the thighs. Instantly her legs flew open, welcoming his cock to its new home. Jeff raised her knees up and positioned her feet so that her pussy would be at the best angle to receive his cock. He then leaned forward and pressed the massive head against her slit. As he pressed, her lips parted and spread over the head of his cock. Further and further he pressed into her. Further and further her lips spread. Then, as it looked like she might be split in two by the fleshy invader, Colleen's pussy sucked the head of Jeff's cock inside her body and closed around the shaft.

Kim watched in utter amazement. She had barely believed it possible that a girl's pussy could accommodate such a large object without being destroyed. She never thought that she would be present at a demonstration of that fact.

Tammy, too, watched in stunned silence. This was something completely outside her experience and her imagination.

Cerise, who had only just regained voluntary control of her body, could not believe the evidence of her own eyes. Not only was Colleen not dying under Jeff's invasion of her body with his immense member, she seemed to be transported to a world of pleasure by the event.

Jeff looked at the smile of ecstasy and joy on Colleen's face and felt satisfaction and fulfillment. With a further look of determination, he began to slide his cock deeper and deeper into Colleen. For each few inches of progress he made inward, he pulled back half the distance and then pressed in again. Gradually, he worked his cock almost completely inside Colleen's slim form. A slight rise in the center of her abdomen indicated the depth of his penetration. At last he felt the head bump into her cervix and she flinched at the unusual sensation. "Good enough," he thought. With practice, she might be able to take his cock completely. As it was, only three inches remained outside.

Jeff slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside Colleen, trapped by the thin ring of flesh stretched around his shaft below the head. Then faster, he plunged back into her. He repeated the process over and over, going faster with each long stroke, until he reached a steady fucking rhythm.

Colleen wrapped her long legs around Jeff and hung on, pulling herself onto his cock with each thrust. When the head of his cock bumped into her cervix, as it seemed to do on almost every other stroke, she registered the sensation as proof that no part of her pussy was going unused. Her hands fluttered over his body like birds, urging him to go faster still. Jeff needed no urging. It had been weeks since he had been able to put his monster cock inside a girl and he was determined to get the most out of this opportunity.

The other three girls watched Jeff's cock disappear and reappear between Colleen's legs. The expression on each girl's face was one of mystified awe. What they saw simply could not be possible. Each winced as Jeff drove his cock home into Colleen. Each felt a stab of sympathetic pain in their pussies as they visualized what it must feel like to have such a large instrument forced into their small holes. Tammy stroked her abdomen in time with Jeff's thrusts, imagining how far into Colleen's body his cock must be going. Kim clutched her pussy with both hands, her juices drenching her fingers and saturating the towel under her. Cerise simply watched with her mouth agape, her system still vibrating with the echoes of her climax.

Colleen was in a state of rapture. Her arousal had reached a plateau higher than most of her climaxes. She was feeling things and having sensations that she never suspected herself capable of experiencing.

Jeff relentlessly pistoned his cock in Colleen's pussy. All the muscles in his shoulders, back, stomach, and ass were in play. He became a fucking machine, delirious with the feeling of her stretched sheath sliding over the most sensitive part of him.

Gradually, Colleen felt her arousal begin to rise, to soar even higher than she had ever dreamed she could go. With each thrust of his cock, he seemed to be pumping pure pleasure into her body. With each thrust, the pressure rose ever greater in her, pushing her toward nirvana. With every fiber of her being she reached out for the orgasm she now knew was inevitable. Her face changed from reflecting rapture to an expression of dedication and determination to reach a peak whose heights she still could not imagine.

Jeff became aware that Colleen had changed from being the willing recipient of his efforts to becoming a participant in the pursuit of his goal. He welcomed her contribution and redoubled his efforts, reaching deep into his reserves of energy. He would be totally exhausted at the end of this, but such minor consequences were trivial compared to the intense pleasure he was feeling and the knowledge that he owed his best performance to Colleen, since all her previous sexual experiences were so trivial in comparison to what he was doing for her now, she was essentially a virgin.

Jeff had reached his maximum performance level. It simply was not possible for him to push himself harder than he was at the moment. Like a long-distance runner reaching beyond the performance wall, he had achieved a high. His body seemed to more effortlessly, freeing his mind to explore the nuances of the passion that he and Colleen shared. Jeff felt that he could go on like this forever.

Jeff's cock was so hard and so heavy it felt like it was made of iron. The furnace between Colleen's legs was slowly tempering it into steel. Distantly, he felt the fluids that he would later need begin to collect in the recesses of his body. Tension began to build behind his cock and in his balls, like the distant whistle of a runaway freight train still many miles away.

Beneath him, Colleen was rapidly approaching her climax. As she matched her movements to synchronize with Jeff's, they changed from active and passive, yin and yang, to merge into a single being with a single purpose, a single reason for existence — to reach the highest peak of pleasure possible.

Like the sound of a streaking jet plane approaching from over the horizon, Colleen's orgasm began at the very limit of her perception and then rushed over her before she could react. As it possessed her, her nervous system rang like a giant bell with a single pure tone. The reverberations seemed to shatter her mind, causing her awareness of time, place, and even self to fly apart into thousands of fragments.

Jeff felt Colleen cum under him. He felt the muscles in her pussy try to squeeze his cock, but he was so hard that there was no effect on his movements. His thrusts continued as though nothing had happened. He felt her fall out of sync with him, their mutual ballet again became a dance with two separate participants.

As Colleen's mind slowly reformed, she became aware that the powerful thrusts that had pushed her to a crushing climax had not slackened, had not slowed, had not altered in the slightest. Again, she felt the pressure build within her. Again, she rose on an expanding bubble of pleasure with the certain knowledge that she was about to be thrown again into the fire, her mind to be blown apart once again, and again to re-form.

When her second climax arrived, Colleen again surrendered her consciousness to the void. Again she felt herself become a point of pure pleasure, a single atom of sensation. Again she felt herself explode into mindlessness. She felt as if she were traveling infinite distance in zero time. Again, her mind returned to awareness.

When she felt her third climax approaching, Colleen experienced a burst of joy and happiness that seemed to radiate outward from her core. She realized that her orgasms were increasing in frequency and power, that what she had thought to be the end was only the beginning. Eagerly, she sought once more to reconnect her awareness with Jeff's to re-merge into a single being. As she mentally reached out to him, she felt herself again enter the timeless void. This time, instead of building and bursting, decaying and reforming, her climax seemed to just go on and on.

As Jeff felt Colleen enter a state of continuous climax, he began to yield his own rigid control and allow himself to share her joy. He had no sooner lowered his mental defenses to let himself share her ecstasy than he felt himself yanked aboard the runaway train of her ongoing orgasm. He stopped thrusting and held himself motionless against her body, every muscle tensed in anticipation of the physical completion of his performance. He did not have to wait long. The force of the contractions he felt in his cock, his balls, and his abdomen went beyond pain and pleasure into a new realm of sensation. He felt as though he had burst into flame and the two of them were being consumed in the fire. He was remotely aware that his cock was spewing bolt after bolt of scalding cum into the deepest part of Colleen's pussy, but it seemed to be only a distant echo, a small part of the connection he felt to her. He felt consumed by a phenomenon of his own creation. He was satisfied.

Kim, Tammy and Cerise watched Jeff cum in Colleen with a combination of awe, fascination, and total lust. All three had stuffed their pussies with as many fingers as they could manage, trying desperately to share vicariously in the experience of being fucked with Jeff's huge organ. All three had cum at least twice while watching, even Cerise, who had dimly glimpsed her potential for continuous climax. All three were lost in their single-minded pursuit of their own multiple sequential climaxes. It was as though the inferno of Jeff and Colleen's coupling had ignited everyone around them.

Jeff and Colleen remained locked in their embrace. Jeff held his cock pressed into her with all his might. He became aware that his pubic bone was grinding against hers, which meant that she had stretched sufficiently to accept his entire length. He felt his balls resting against her warm ass, a slight breeze tickling his overheated scrotum. He felt her hands tenderly caressing his back, stroking muscles that he knew would be sore later.

Colleen purred like a kitten. She was sexually satisfied for the first time in her life. She smiled and opened her eyes, looking lovingly at Jeff and then turned to gaze at the three girls lying around them. She saw that they were all watching her as they continued to madly whip their fingers around in their pussies. Colleen thought they looked like they were so intent on pleasuring themselves that they would not have stopped for anything. She imagined them masturbating away as they were hosed down with cold water. She locked eyes with each girl in turn and silently shared with and encouraged each to her own fulfillment. Colleen felt honored. This was better than a standing ovation at the end of a performance.

Jeff, too, saw the effect that they were having on Kim, Tammy and Cerise. He wished there were something he could to do to help them bring themselves off. He thought for a bit and then looked down at Colleen and smiled.

"Excuse me," he said, and began withdrawing his cock from where it was buried so deeply inside her. As he slowly backed out, she closed her eyes and savored the sensation. When his cockhead reached her opening he had to give a little extra push on her hips with his hands to extricate himself from her vagina. The head popped free, leaving behind a gaping opening between Colleen's legs. Feeling the void in her, Colleen quickly closed her legs and pressed her hands against her self in an attempt to hold onto the large quantify of cum that Jeff had pumped into her.

Jeff raised up on his knees and took his cock by the root. It was dripping with his spend and Colleen's lubricants. A small amount of cum drooled from the tip. He turned and offered it to the three wildly masturbating girls. All three immediately threw themselves forward onto their knees and started to greedily lick his dripping cock and balls, smearing the slime onto their faces in the process. Each continued to finger herself violently as she worshipped his cock with her mouth.

Colleen watched the spectacle with interest. She wanted to join in, but she was too tired and too sated to make the effort. She contented herself with watching and basking in the warm sun and her own afterglow.

Cerise was the first to cum. Kim and Tammy, spurred by Cerise's moans, followed only seconds later. Jeff collapsed to the ground into the narrow space between Cerise and Colleen. As he squirmed over onto his back, four naked girls tried to pile onto him. After a few seconds of wiggling and wriggling, each found a comfortable position and settled down for a much-needed rest. For a long time, the only sound was a lot of heavy breathing as everyone lay limply in a pile of flesh.

Finally, Colleen felt she had to speak. "Jeff? Thank you. I had no idea. I mean..."

Jeff interrupted her by laying a finger on her lips. When she closed her mouth he tenderly traced its outline with his finger before lowering his hand to stroke her stomach. "Don't thank me," he said. "I enjoyed it as much as you did. And apparently I wasn't the only one!"

This comment produced a round of giggling from those who had participated from the sidelines.

"Really, though. I'm just happy we were able to get you to open up..." More giggles. "to plumb the depths of your problem" Still more giggles. "and to root it out." Outright laughter ensued.

"Seriously, Colleen, I feel a connection to you that goes well beyond just fucking. You and I are very much alike. We are both built in ways that put us on the extreme end of the curve. It is sometimes very lonely out here, especially if you don't have a set of wonderful friends who are willing to work around your problem."

A group hug ensued and Jeff was almost crushed under the avalanche of affection.

"Colleen? There are some people that I know who would love to meet you. There seem to be many more guys with my 'problem' than there are girls with yours. You are about to become very popular."

"Oh my God!" Colleen said, clapping both hands over her mouth. "You mean you know some other boys who have ... I mean who are..."

"I like to think of it as being 'well-equipped'. And to answer the question you are trying to ask so delicately; yes, their cocks are as big, or bigger, than mine."

"Bigger?"

"Josh Taylor is a member of the Senior Varsity basketball squad. His cock is one that I know is bigger than mine. I know his younger brother from summer camp last year, which is how I came to find out about Josh. His brother, Tim, tells me that Josh has a really tough time of it. Because of his athletic success, girls throw themselves at him, but none of them has turned out to be, ah, 'compatible'. I can give your number to Tim to pass along, if you like?"

Colleen was close to tears at this point. She could now see a future for her that held hope and promise instead of loneliness and self-loathing.

"One thing I should mention. And I tell you this as a friend, which I certainly hope we are. Josh does not go for the radical fashion stuff. He likes girls who are, well, girly. Dresses, conservative makeup, that sort of thing. Just a word to the wise."

Kim was closest to Colleen at that moment since her head was lying on Colleen's chest. She had never considered getting anything pierced except her ears. She was surprised to learn that they were not permanent, but removable. She found this out as she watched Colleen almost rip hers out of her body. First the ring in her eyebrow, then the stud in her nose, then the bar through her tongue.

As she worked, she asked Kim, "A little help down there?"

"What can do?" Kim asked

"Get the ones in my nipples? The little balls unscrew."

Kim threw an elbow over Colleen and braced herself so she could reach Colleen's breasts with her hands. Grasping one of the bars by both balls she twisted and felt one end start to unscrew. She took it off and cautiously pulled the little steel bar out. The hole left behind closed almost completely behind it. Kim did the other one easily.

"What do they feel like?" Kim asked, rolling the bars around in her hand.

"It hurts like hell putting them in. After they heal, it feels really good for a while to have something constantly there. After a few weeks, though, you get used to them and you don't notice them anymore."

Kim decided that the few days of pleasure weren't worth the pain and the holes.

"Is that all of them?" Kim asked. She expected Colleen to have at least one below the waist.

"Yeah. That's all. Oh, you thought I'd have a clit piercing. I would have, but I couldn't bring myself to let someone see my pussy that close-up. I was afraid they would see how big it is." Colleen reached under Kim to put her hand on her pussy. She smiled and said, "Felt just the right size today, though. God, he comes like a firehose! I can feel it sloshing around inside me."

Kim had a sudden thought. "May I have it?" she asked. Her mouth had already started to water at the thought of all that cum.

"What?" Colleen did not understand at first. When she saw Kim lick her lips, she was initially shocked, but the more she thought about it the more erotic it sounded. "Oh damn! Yes! How do you want to do this?"

Kim thought for a few seconds. Her first idea was to have Colleen kneel over her face, but that would likely have drowned her. "Just lie where you are and let me take care of everything."

Kim slid down between Colleen's legs and put her nose against the girl's mound. She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down Colleen's long slit. She could see Colleen watching her between her breasts. She held Colleen's eyes as she slowly stuck her little tongue between the tall girl's labia. Colleen shivered at the contact.

Kim had never gone down on another girl before. It would not have occurred to her to do it now, but her thirst for her brother's cum was quickly becoming an addiction. "I'm a cum-junkie," she admitted happily to herself. If she could not get it directly from the source, she was prepared to have it second-hand. It should still be hot and tasty inside Colleen. After all, she reflected, there were worse things to be addicted to.

As Kim prepared to eat her brother's cum out of Colleen's pussy, the other girls started to take notice and edged closer to get a better look at the proceedings.

Cerise said, "God, that's so hot! It makes my clit stiff just thinking about it."

"Me, too!" Tammy agreed. She spread her legs and pulled her lips apart with her hands to show off her pink nubbin. Cerise leaned over to have a close look. It had been a few years since she had played 'doctor'. This was the first time she had been this close to another girl's pussy since she had learned about sex. Tammy rubbed herself and pulled her lips open wider. She seemed to be getting turned on by having an audience.

Kim slipped her tongue between Colleen's inner lips. She could taste the cum coating left on them when Jeff pulled his cock out of her. She licked them clean, inside and out and then pursed her lips and pressed her face deeper into Colleen.

Colleen's knees opened wider in response to Kim's explorations and she tilted her pelvis so Kim would not have to bend her neck to get to her opening. This was a new experience for Colleen, too, but she had already decided she liked the feeling of Kim's small hot tongue tenderly probing and licking her pussy. It was a wonderful follow-up to Jeff's cock pounding into her. Colleen lay back and began to relax as Kim worked away at her.

As Kim's tongue dipped deeper, she felt it sink into a pool of cum that had drained from Colleen's womb and collected inside her opening. Kim lapped happily at the gooey treat. Soon, she realized that lapping alone would take a long time to get all the cum from Colleen's pussy. She pursed her lips and sucked at the warm pool of thick liquid. This worked better since she was able to pull mouthfuls at a time.

Soon, the easily accessible cum had been consumed and Kim returned to exploring for her next meal. She wedged her face tightly between Colleen' s pussy lips and reached in as far as she could with her tongue.

Colleen gasped as she felt Kim exploring deeply inside her. She hadn't expected Kim to be quite so relentless in her pursuit of cum. To help, she put both hands on her abdomen just below her rib cage and began to press down while sliding her hands lower on her stomach, trying to force the cum inside her toward Kim's hungry mouth.

Kim felt the rush of cum just in time to open her mouth wide. As Colleen forced it out, Kim gulped it down. When Colleen was no longer able to force it out, Kim dove deeper. Eventually, Kim's nose slipped into Colleens slit. Kim's whole face was buried in Colleen's pussy, her jaw working away, her tongue darting this way and that in her quest.

Kim's energetic and dedicated explorations were having an effect of Colleen. She began to moan, "Eat me! Oh, eat me! That feels sooo good!"

Having not found any more cum for a while, Kim had been about to pull out of Colleen. But, hearing that her efforts were having another, unintended effect, she decided to stay and play for a bit. She began sucking and licking Colleen's pussy just for the effect it was having on her. She licked her inside and out and sucked her labia into her mouth and spit them out again. Finally, she moved up to Colleen's clit. Sticking out her tongue, she softly licked the hard nub. When Colleen responded by moaning loudly, she kissed the nub and bathed it in her saliva. Then she lowered her mouth onto it and started to suckle it as though it was a nipple and she was a baby.

Colleen went wild as she felt her sensitive clit being sucked into Kim's hot mouth. She cried out and thrashed and tried to escape the overpowering sensation. Kim would have none of this. She hung on tightly to Colleen's butt and refused to let go of her clit.

It was all too much for Colleen. She was still deep in the afterglow of her earlier massive climax and the additional sensation threw her right back into another huge orgasm.

When she judged that Colleen was on the verge of passing out, Kim let the clit slip out of her mouth. She had sucked it to twice its original size and it was bright red with all the blood that had been pulled into it.

Immediately, Colleen reached down and took Kim by the ears and pulled her up toward her face. When Kim was lying full-length on top of her, with their breasts mashed together between them, Colleen kissed Kim hard on the mouth.

Kim returned the kiss with vigor. The two girls sucked each other's lips and tongues and explored each other's mouths. This smeared cum from Kim's face onto Colleen, which Kim eagerly licked off. In return, Colleen licked the cum from Kim's face and let Kim suck it from her tongue.

Eventually, both faces had been licked clean and both girls lay happily in each other's arms. As they lay together, they became aware of the activity a few feet away.

Tammy was flat on her back with her knees pulled up and spread wide. Cerise was on all fours with her face in Tammy's pussy. Jeff lay on his back with his head between Cerise's legs, licking her pussy. Cerise appeared to be taking her cue from Jeff and duplicating his moves on Tammy.

Kim turned to Colleen and kissed her again softly. Then she whispered, "I have to pee. Want to go inside with me? We can redo your hair and makeup."

Colleen hugged Kim to her and said, "Sure. I have to go too. Looks like those three will be at it a while."

Both girls stood up and Kim helped Colleen walk unsteadily to the house.

Colleen looked even better after she washed the raccoon off her face and the stiff mousse out of her hair. The two were trying different things with Colleen's hair when Kim brought up a delicate subject.

"Colleen, may I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, Kim," Colleen laughed, "Girls who have sucked my clit get to ask one personal question apiece."

"OK." Kim stopped brushing Colleens hair. "Why?"

"I was afraid that was the question. Well, I used to live in a bad section of Newark. I didn't find out how bad it was until we moved out, so I took a lot of stuff there kind of at face value, you know? We had hookers on the street corners and I accepted them as part of the landscape. We had drug dealers and gangbangers and the whole sorry mess. 'Tough' was part of Growing Up 101. If you passed, you got tough, or learned to fake it.

I was fine until I hit puberty. I mostly got left alone until then. After my tits came in I was fair game. I didn't know shit about sex. I mean I knew what, and I knew how, but I hadn't ever done the deed and I couldn't talk to anyone because we were all too busy playing at being tough."

Colleen leaned on the vanity and bunched her shoulders. After a few seconds she went on, "I was 13. Dad was sick. We were having money trouble without him working. This pimp thought he could use that to get me onto the streets for him. He grabbed me one day, "just to talk", he said. He was laying this shit on me about how much money I could make tricking when he decided to check the merchandise. He grabbed my tits and he stuck his hand into my panties. When he felt my pussy he ... he ... told me I had the cunt of a clapped-out crack whore. He let me walk. He put the word out that I was worthless. At first, I refused to believe it. But I had doubts. That kind of thing eats at you.

Then, I found a boy I thought liked me. I let him ... I let him fuck me. And he said pretty much the same thing as the pimp. "God, girl. You got a cunt the size of the Holland Tunnel." His exact words. I was convinced. I knew what I was, then. I started turning into Punk Slut. I dressed like I thought someone like me should. I acted that way too.

Then Dad died. I figured it was time for me to help out with the expenses, you know. Mom caught me just as I was trying to turn my first trick. She took me to this doctor to check me out and see if I had, you know, caught anything. He told her that I was no longer a virgin. He said I was so big down there that there was no telling how many men I had slept with. Mom got me on the pill that same day. We moved down here a few months later so she could get me away from the street."

Colleen began to cry. Her voice cracked. "I thought it was ME. I thought I was born a whore. I didn't know. I didn't know." She broke down in sobs.

Kim stroked her back as Colleen sobbed. When she felt better, she went on, "Mom tried to help, but I knew what I was. I was ready to go to the school. I thought I would be with other girls like me, in quarantine. Then she brought me over here and said this was my last chance. She said that I had to get naked and do what you told me and maybe it would do me some good. Have you any idea how desperate that sounds to hear from your mother? Then she dropped me off and your brother introduced us and you and your friends got me hornier than I had ever been in my entire life and your brother fucked my brains out with his big cock and told me that I could meet a nice guy and go out and be a normal person again.

Now, I'm just a girl with big needs who's looking to meet the right kind of boys, the ones with big cocks." Colleen smiled and her eyes lit up through her tears. She turned to look Kim in the eyes. "I also learned that I really like having my pussy licked by beautiful sexy girls."

When they had finished Colleen's hair and makeup, she looked like a lovely 15 year-old girl instead of a skanky whore. They explored Kim's closet and found a sleeveless sun-dress that fit Colleen. It had come down to Kim's knees, but it only came to mid-thigh on someone eight inches taller. Kim thought it would do until Colleen got some new clothes. "You certainly have the legs for it," she told her.

"Aren't I going to be going naked like the rest of you?" Colleen asked in a disappointed tone.

"No." Kim said flatly. "You need to deal with one major project at a time. There will be time for that later, after you are sure you have got rid of Punk Slut. Go home and throw her away. Get your Mom to take you to the mall this afternoon. New clothes, new makeup, new you."

Colleen called her mother to come get her. While they waited they talked about school.

"Are you really going to go to school naked?" she asked.

"Yes."

"But you're so together. Why are you doing this?"

Kim blushed at being described as 'together'. "I'm a different person with clothes on," she said. "Really, I'm not as together as you think. I have a ways to go yet. Tomorrow will be a challenge. I hope I'm up to it."

"Kim, you are the smartest, bravest girl I have ever met."

"Flatterer. Keep talking. No. I'm neither of those things. This is all about finding out who you are and becoming that person. Cerise, Tammy and I have all just found out that we are not who we thought we were. We are learning how to make the new 'us' into the person we want them to be. You can't quit on that. I can't quit. Not now. Quitting would prove that I am not brave, not smart, and not together. I am not prepared to accept that."

"Why naked?"

"It just worked out that way. I'll tell you the whole story another time. The short version is, it works. Being naked means you can't hide. Not from others and not from yourself. It forces you to face things and deal with them. From that you learn ... important things. Now let's go show the guys the new Colleen."

"Not 'new'. Just 'Colleen'. This feels like the real me."

Cerise, Tammy and Jeff were in the pool when Kim and Colleen came back. Colleen had on the dress, but her feet had been too big for any of Kim's shoes, so she was still barefoot.

"Colleen?" Cerise asked as she pulled herself up the steps. "Is that you?"

"Oh, wow!" Tammy exclaimed. "Looking good, girl!"

Jeff was too out of breath from being dunked to make a comment. He just put his hands out with both thumbs up.

"Thank you." Colleen said, smiling at the compliments, then she turned serious. "Thank you. Really. You guys are fantastic."

"So what are you going to tell your mother?" Cerise asked.

"That you guys taught me that I'm not who I thought I was. That I'm not sure who I really am, but I already like me much better than before. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a lot of fun getting to know myself."

"We'd really like to get to know you better, too," Kim said. "We hope you will come back and see us. Why don't you call me later in the week?"

"Count on it."

Kim watched from the house as Colleen went out to meet her mother. Kim wanted this moment to be one for just the two of them. When she saw Colleen's mother start to cry, she cried too.

Monday morning came all too quickly. Kim spent the time she normally would have getting dressed on applying her makeup and picking out a pair of shoes. Her mother had agreed that shoes were a practical matter and did not violate the terms of their agreement. Still, Kim thought that just wearing shoes looked funnier than being totally naked. She finally settled on a pair of thin-soled sandals with string-ties rather than straps. They would protect the soles of her feet, but still leave them mostly bare.

Makeup was less of a problem than it had been. A couple of days of all-over exposure to the sun had given her a good start on a golden tan that needed no enhancement. Kim decided that ambitious makeup should be reserved for special events, anyway.

At breakfast she was a ball of nerves. She had tried to think of every possible situation and how she might handle it, but there were too many unknowns to cover everything.

"Isn't that the point, dear?" her mother asked. "To learn to deal with things as they happen? I'm sure you will do fine. Now drink your juice and I will drive you to school."

Getting out of the car in front of the school was one of the hardest things she had ever done. There was a crowd of kids hanging around, reluctant to go inside until the last bell. As Kim walked through them to the door, the crowd got very quiet. There were a lot of whispered conversations. One boy, standing in a group, could not contain his surprise. He shouted out, "Holy moly! Look at them tits!" Encouraged by his buddy, another gave a long wolf-whistle.

"Well, that was quick," Kim thought to herself. This was one of the situations she had anticipated and she was prepared to deal with it. Changing direction without breaking stride, she walked over to the group of boys and addressed them in a voice calculated to carry to most of the crown.

"Thank you very much," she told them. "I'm glad you find me attractive and I appreciate the compliment. However, if you would like to continue to appreciate the view, you will keep your voices down and your whistling to yourself. If you create a disturbance, I will be sent home. Would you like to see me sent home?"

The amount of head-shaking she received in response was enough to make her dizzy.

"Would you like me to be allowed to stay?"

An equal amount of nodding followed.

"Good." She said in a lower voice, "Please pass that information on to your friends, guys. I'll see you later. Bye now!"

Kim considered hanging around with the crowd, but that would have defeated her plea for a low-key reaction, and she had something she had to do before the bell rang.

Inside the building, she turned left into the administrative offices and walked up to the desk of the school secretary.

"May I speak to Principal Kershaw, please? My name is Kim Hawkins."

The secretary had been briefed that there would be some nudity on display today, but she was not prepared to be confronted with it the very first thing. She blinked several times and looked Kim up and down twice before pressing the intercom button.

"Mr. Kershaw? Kim Hawkins is here to see you."

The voice from the speaker sounded surprised and annoyed. "Well, that did not take long. Who sent her?"

"No one." Kim told the secretary, who relayed the information.

"Well! Send her in." The secretary indicated the door, labeled "Principal" and Kim went inside.

"Come in, young lady. Have a seat." Kershaw seemed curious enough to be polite. Which Kim thought meant he was prepared to be reasonable. She closed the door behind her, to the disappointment of the secretary, and swung her book-bag off her shoulder. She reached in and pulled out a small terry-cloth towel, which she draped across the chair-seat before sitting down.

"Thank you for seeing me sir."

"Miss Hawkins, your father called me last night and explained the situation. I understand that this is some kind of exercise in self-improvement?"

"Yes, sir. I wanted to talk to you myself to answer any questions you might have. I also wanted to tell you that this is not an attempt to disrupt the school or to cause anyone embarrassment. I want to apologize in advance for any disturbances. It is not our intent to be disorderly. We are simply trying to learn more about ourselves. The nudity is just a means to that end."

"Well, it's a rather dramatic one, certainly. Young lady, I appreciate your coming to me and I appreciate you being up-front with me about this, so I am going to be equally honest with you. I see that you have done your homework on the practical matters." Kershaw pointed to the towel under her bottom. "I can also see that you are sincere, but you are still putting me in an awkward situation. After I talked with your father, I also heard from the School Board. They are being advised by their legal counsel not to interfere with you asserting your legal rights. They are afraid that this might be used as a test case in court and they want to avoid that if at all possible. I have been instructed to give you reasonable latitude, but I want to make it clear that if there are any disruptions or demonstrations, either on your part or as a consequence of your presence, then you will be asked to leave."

"Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you for your candor. We will do our best to avoid causing trouble. Can you suggest some way we can minimize the impact we will have?"

"Hmmmm. It's the novelty of the thing that will stir people up. If this were somehow part of a sanctioned program, it would be easier for people to accept. We expect a certain amount of disturbance from some extra-curricular activities — football players wearing uniforms to their last class before an away-game, people leaving early for field trips, special presentations in the auditorium, pep rallies, club day, proms ... that sort of thing."

"Well sir, I doubt we could pass this off as a sports uniform..." Kim indicated her state of undress with a wave of her hand.

"HA HA HA! Miss Hawkins, you impress me more every minute."

"But suppose we were an officially recognized club, like the Gay-Lez Alliance or the Computer Club, or the Young Republicans? We could be the Nudist Club."

"You know ... Kim; that is an excellent idea. An excellent idea indeed." Kershaw reached for the intercom, "Miss Anderson, type up a club registration form for the Nudist Club. Date it last Friday. Miss Hawkins will give you the names of the members and the officers. Leave the faculty advisor blank. Put a copy in the file and fax one to the district office."

"Congratulations, Kim. You are now an officially registered and approved school activity. This solves a lot of problems. Yes, indeed. You remember when the Chemistry Club almost burned down the gym?"

"Yes, sir. Whatever happened to the boys who were responsible for that?"

"Nothing at all, Kim. Absolutely nothing. They are an officially-registered and sanctioned organization. As such, their activities, and their misadventures, are covered under our insurance policy and they could not be arrested or expelled for their actions because the school had officially assumed all responsibility. You see how this applies in your case. We cannot now be sued for anything that happens and you cannot even be reprimanded. The state has just pardoned you for any and all blunders you or your friends might commit. Oh this is good."

"What about a faculty advisor?"

"Pick one and let me know who you want. I will add the name to the form and file it as a supplement. We do it all the time."

At that point the bell rang, announcing the start of homeroom. Kim stood up and retrieved her towel and book-bag.

"Kim," Kershaw said as she prepared to leave. "Thank you. It's been a pleasure meeting you. If there is anything I can do for you, let me know. We'll be sorry to see you leave for college."

"A pleasure for me too, sir. But I won't be leaving for a while yet. I'm only a Sophomore."

"YOU are sixteen? Oh, my! Oh my! Well, in that case I can look forward to two more delightful years. Have a nice day, now!"

After Kim had closed the door behind her, Kershaw said to himself in a low voice, "Only sixteen. God help us."

Kim gave Miss Anderson the names of the other members of the newly chartered Nudist Club and took her copy of the form. Finding a faculty advisor would be an interesting task. Kim had no idea who might be a good candidate for the job. She was puzzled that Kershaw let her make the selection. Apparently she had impressed him as worthy of the responsibility. She walked down the hall to her homeroom with her head held high and her shoulders back. As she passed, heads turned like a rolling wave and she smiled happily at each face.

Kim, Cerise, and Tammy all had the same homeroom, but Kim arrived just as the last bell rang indicating that all the students should be in their desks. After the roll call and the routine announcements, their homeroom teacher, Mr. Brandis, read an announcement sent from the office that there would be three naked girls at school today and warning everyone that no disruptions of normal routine would be tolerated because of this.

When he finished reading the announcement, Mr. Brandis asked it one of them would like to explain to the class the reason for their nudity. Kim had anticipated this and she had a little speech prepared that she had rehearsed the night before.

"Thank you, Mr. Brandis. First, I would like to repeat what I told Principal Kershaw just a few minutes ago, that we are not trying to disrupt class and this is not a politically-inspired demonstration. We are simply using nudity as a means to explore ourselves, to learn who we really are inside and how we can improve. When we are naked, we cannot hide behind the masks that we use to impersonate the people that we what to be. Instead, as we expose our bodies to others, we also expose our character, our true selves, to others and to us. We learn who we are, what we are, and how to become what we want to be. Thank you.

"By the way, the Nudist Club is now an officially recognized student organization. If anyone is interested in joining, I will be happy to talk to you about it after class."

Kim slid into her desk. She thought adding the part about meeting with Kershaw would effectively stifle any complaint that a teacher might want to make. At least the complaint would not be aimed at her, but would have to be taken down the hall to the Principal's office.

As it happened, such a conversation was already taking place in Principal Hershaw's office:

"But they're NAKED! They are out there now, parading their bodies around in front of the other children! How can you allow this?"

"Emma, you've been teaching History in this school for as long as I can remember. It would be a shame to have to let you go, now."

"WHAT? But I'm not the problem here! They are!"

"Emma, they are within their legal rights to do this. I can no more tell them to get dressed than I can tell them to become Democrats or Libertarians. Furthermore, they are an officially accepted student organization that is operating under a charter on file with the District."

"Principal Kershaw! The School Board will..."

"The School Board has already approved every action I have taken. I was just on the phone with their legal people. If you make an issue of this, you will be the one who is asked to leave, not them. Am I clear on this?"

"Yes."

"Good. And Emma? They are not children. Have you seen Kim Hawkins today?"

"Yes, she walked by me in the hall just as cool as you please."

"Was that a child?"

"Lord, no!"

"Emma, would you have the guts to show up here naked and walk down that hall with your head held high and look people in the eye and smile?"

"Never in a million years."

"Me neither, Emma. Shouldn't we envy someone who can?"

"But they're naked! It's sinful!"

"All right Emma, let's be very, very clear on this. You teach History in this school, not Religion. If I ever hear that you have become confused on this point, I will terminate your contract on the spot and have you escorted out of the building.

"Emma, everyone is entitled to one mistake. You have just had yours. Now, I think the bell is about to ring for first period. You better hurry back to your classroom."

As Emma Mather waddled out of his office, Kershaw pondered the irony of what had just happened. "It's most peculiar," he thought, "that people who teach History learn so little from it. History teachers seem to be all archconservatives, opposed to change of any kind. But the one thing that we learn from studying History is that everything changes."

Kim caught up with Cerise and Tammy in the hall before first period started, but the three of them together attracted so much attention that they could not talk privately. They just had time for a quick exchange before they were interrupted.

"We're a Club?" Tammy asked.

"Officially?" Cerise added.

"For sure. I'm as shocked as you are. Principal Kershaw seemed very happy with the idea. Now we need to find a faculty advisor. Be thinking about who you want. We'll talk at lunch. Right now, let's spread out so we don't draw a mob. Oh, and don't hold your books in front of you when you talk to people. It makes you look like you're hiding."

The crowd thinned out some as they separated, but they each had a lot of questions to answer. Most of them were predictable, but some were off the wall.

The most common question was "Why are you doing this?" and even though each girl answered it over and over the questioner never seemed satisfied. Tammy finally resorted to an analogy that seemed to get the idea across. When Monica Wellman posed the question before third period, she said, "Look, Monica, it's like spinach. Do you like spinach? No? Neither do I. But your mother serves you spinach even though you don't like it, right? And you eat it? Why do you eat it? Because it's good for you. But why do you eat it if you don't like it? Because sometimes we choose to do things that we don't like because we know they will be good for us later on and sometimes we need to be forced into doing those things to start with. Get it?"

Ruth Goldman asked Cerise, "Are you having fun?"

Cerise stared for a moment, wondering how anybody could be so clueless. Then she said, "Ruthie, imagine that you are standing here naked and everyone else around you has their clothes on. Does this sound like fun to you?"

"Oh my, no. I have nightmares about being naked in school!"

"Me, too, Ruthie. What happens in those nightmares?"

"I don't know, I wake up scared to death."

"Well, I'm living that nightmare right now. I am standing here starkers in front of everybody and I can't wake up because I am already awake. Can you imagine how scared I am?"

"But, why, Cerise?"

"Because when I get home, I am going to go to my room. I am going to put down my books. I am going to look at myself in the mirror. And I am going to say to myself, 'You did it!'. And every time I look in a mirror, I will know that the person I see is capable of doing things that make other people pee their panties."

"How did you..." Ruth began with a shocked look.

"Been there, girl. Been there. You have no idea how good it feels to know that you are stronger and braver than you ever imagined you could be."

Cerise waited for Ruth's next question, but there wasn't one. Ruth just looked at her. But the look on Ruth's face was worth the stress of the whole morning. Cerise could not place it at first, but it slowly dawned on her what she was seeing.

"That's what respect looks like," Cerise thought. "I've seen that look in people's faces. But they were never looking at me before now." Cerise excused herself and ducked into the girl's restroom to think for a minute. Standing in front of the mirror over the row of sinks, she saw what Ruth had seen, a scared, naked young girl who was forcing herself to face her fear, and to cope. "Respect," Cerise thought, "is something you have to live up to. It's not just about me anymore. It's about Ruth now. It's not just about what I see in the mirror. It's about what I see in other people's eyes."

Kim had a similar question from Liz Bates, who whispered to her confidentially, "Doesn't it make you so wet you can't stand it?"

Kim whispered back, "Well, Liz. To tell the truth ... no. The idea of it might seem to be a turn-on. But once you actually get your bare ass in public where everyone can actually see you, it stops being an erotic fantasy real quick. Exhibitionists need some kind of control over the situation. I have none. I like to be admired and appreciated, yes. But this isn't admiration. I feel like a monkey in a zoo who has nowhere to hide, who has to do everything in full view of hundreds of people.

Even strippers have some control. Did you know that most strippers are not exhibitionists? Some are, surely; but for most it's just a job for which they happen to have the right qualifications. And a hard job too, I imagine."

Kim still saw doubt in Liz's eyes. "Look, if you think it's sexy, if you think it's erotic, then do it."

"Do what?" Kim knew that Liz understood perfectly well 'what', and she could see the fear start up behind her eyes as soon as she stopped the fantasy and confronted he reality.

"Strip. Get naked. Now. Right here."

"I ... I..." Liz clutched her blouse at the neck as if it might be ripped from her forcibly.

"C'mon. Do it. You won't get in trouble. I'm not. If anyone asks I will tell them that this is the initiation for the Nudists Club. I guess it is, actually. If you take your clothes off, you will have joined. So come on. Here, give me your blouse." Kim held out her hand and waited, her eyes locked on Liz's.

Liz clutched her blouse tighter and backed away from Kim. Kim dropped her hand to her side and put it on her hip.

"Liz! Tell me what you are feeling right this second." Kim commanded in a stern tone.

"Terrified!" Liz squeaked.

"Are you wet? Are you turned on?"

"God, no! No way."

"And you didn't get naked. You didn't even undo one single button. You just stopped thinking in terms of the fantasy and started thinking of the reality. I guarantee you this — if you do ever decide to join us, if you do ever walk down this hall without a stitch on, that will be the biggest reality-check you will ever experience."

As Kim walked on to her next class, she asked herself why she had felt it to be so important to convince Liz that this was not a pleasant experience. It wasn't, of course, but demanding that Liz strip in the hall was over the line. She should not have done that. If people were forced to join them, fine. If people wanted to join — great! But she shouldn't use it as a threat. She had decided on Saturday that she should not recruit, because that meant she had made a promise that she knew she could not fulfill for everyone. Some people would be too scared. She would bet that Liz would be one of those. Some would enjoy it; those few true masochists who would be excited by the humiliation. You had to be scared or there would be no challenge. You had to be just scared enough, so that you could meet the challenge and find yourself better for the experience. "It's because it's not really about being naked," she thought, "It's about meeting the challenge. If people get hung-up on the nudity, they won't see the real reason. But why is that so important to me? Why do I feel so responsible? That's it! I feel responsible. I am responsible. If not for me, Cerise and Tammy would be wearing skirts instead of sitting on an old dishtowel. They would be wearing blouses instead of goosebumps. I am responsible for all of us being here. I have an obligation to see that this is seen in a positive light. That people recognize what we are trying to achieve and not see it as some silly schoolgirl stunt. Damn! When did responsibility become so important to me? Last week I was an irresponsible little brat. Today I have had meetings with the Principal, I'm the President of an organization, and I am sitting here worrying about how that organization is perceived by the world. It's mind boggling! What will I be tomorrow? When will this be over?" Even as she asked herself the last question, a small voice in her head said, "When it's no longer a challenge."

At lunchtime, Kim asked Principal Kershaw if the three of them could eat in the faculty dining room. "Just for today," she said. "We're handling the crowds in the halls OK, but there will be hundreds in the dining hall, and our presence will be more of a disruption."

Kershaw nodded. He wanted to say that they would be just as much of a disruption to the faculty's digestion, but it was such a reasonable request, reasonably put, that he could not refuse. "Good idea. I'll walk you through. That should calm things down."

Kershaw followed the three girls down the hall to the dining hall door. As they walked, he took advantage of the view. He found himself thinking that he could get used to this nudity thing rather more easily than he had thought. His reverie was broken by a comment from Kim.

"Principal Kershaw? You will be more effective as a calming influence if you quit smiling like that."

Kershaw doubled over laughing. The girl had taken him to task for what he was thinking in such a polite and helpful way that he could only enjoy being admonished for behaving like a dirty old man.

"I'm sorry girls, but I never expected to ... ahem ... appreciate this as much as I do. Let's go in. I promise to keep my smile to myself."

As they went through the serving line, a susurrus of noise followed them, but having the Principal at their side kept them from being mobbed. When they all had their trays, Kershaw led the way to the sacrosanct Teachers' Dining Room. Once safely inside, Kershaw nodded to the three girls and started toward an already occupied table.

"Principal Kershaw?" Tammy called as he turned.

"Yes, Tammy?" He saw her crook a finger close to her face and bent down so she could speak to him privately.

Tammy whispered, "I just want you to know that we are grateful for this favor and everything you have done for us. I also want to thank you for the smile earlier. It's nice to be appreciated, if you know what I mean? I also wanted to tell you that it's too bad that corporal punishment isn't allowed anymore. Otherwise you might have an opportunity to take me into your office, shut the door, bend me over your desk and spank my naked bottom until it was rosy red."

Kershaw turned beet-red and straightened slowly. He smiled broadly down at Tammy and then turned and quickly went to sit with the other staff before his erection became too obvious. The erection subsided after a few minutes, but the smile stayed on his face the rest of the day.

As Tammy slid in beside Kim and Cerise at an unoccupied table in the corner, Cerise asked in a low voice, "What did you say to him? He turned bright red and he's grinning again."

"I just thanked him for helping us. And I gave him a little present. He's an 'ass-man', you see. I gave him something to think about."

"Well, he certainly looks happy from here," Kim giggled, "We'll have to remember to 'turn the other cheek' when he's around. Now, we need to put our heads together. Who do we want as a faculty advisor for the Nudist Club?"

"Jeez, I can't think of anybody!" Cerise said. "Who would want to? I mean, it would be pretty risky career move for whoever did it. Wouldn't it?"

"You're right," Kim agreed.

Cerise looked stunned for a second. Having someone agree with her thinking was a novel experience. "Maybe we should get someone who hasn't been here long and who isn't planning on making this place their career?" she continued.

"Good!" Kim said.

Cerise beamed, happy to have made a contribution. Usually she was the one who agreed with something someone else said. 'Going along to get along.' She decided to shut up while she was ahead.

"Someone who is temporary." Tammy said. "I know! Miss Kelvin, the geometry teacher! She's getting married next spring to this fighter-pilot guy and moving to Germany to live on an Air Force base for four years. Chances are she'll never be back here and if she's adventurous enough to marry one of those Top Gun jocks, maybe she will be willing to take us on too?"

"Perfect. Let's go see her in her classroom after last bell. We'll catch her before she leaves." Kim said. "I wonder what she will think of the idea?"

"You want me to what?" Catherine Kelvin said. She had been surprised when three naked girls walked into her classroom after all her students had raced out after the last bell. Now, she was flabbergasted that they wanted her to be their advisor. She had heard about the girls. Word spread quickly in a school. She had listened to their explanation of what they were all about. She had seen their motivation and she believed that they were sincere in what they were doing, but to ask her to work with them?

Miss Kelvin had only graduated from the local Teachers College the previous year. It had only been a two-year program that she had gone into right after graduating from High School herself. She was only 20, barely four years older than these girls. She had her credentials, but no degree. She was only working to get experience so she could put it on resume to apply for a job at the air base that her fiancée, Ronny, was already assigned to. Being a faculty advisor to a group of naked girls had certainly never figured in her plans.

"We need a faculty advisor. All school clubs have to have one so the school can say that our activities are supervised." Kim explained. "We don't have any activities planned, and the whole concept is that this is really a self-directed thing. It's not like we're looking for an expert."

Catherine laughed at the idea of her being an expert nudist. She had never been naked in front of anyone but her mother and her doctor. Her sexual experiences with Ronny really did not count. They had not gotten naked to be naked, they had gotten naked for other purposes. "Don't go there," she told herself, "This isn't about sex. From what they tell me, it isn't about sensuality either. It's about challenges. What challenges have I faced? Teacher's College? Get real, Cathy! You had a straight-A average and still had time to date. That was hardly a challenge. You're getting married next spring at 21. Do you know who you are? Do these girls know themselves better than you know yourself? Are you ready to become Mrs. Ronny Jackson? Are you finished being Cathy Kelvin?"

She absently fingered the lace collar of her blouse while she thought it over. The blouse had been a gift from her mother, who had bought it because she thought it made Cathy look like a schoolteacher. "It's a costume." She thought. "I'm dressed as a schoolteacher. But is that who I am? Without the costume, who would I be? Do I know? Do I want to know? Do I need to know?"

Kim saw Miss Kelvin playing with her blouse and guessed that she was worried that she might have to adhere to the same dress-code as the club members. Kim started to assure her that her role would be strictly advisory. "Miss Kelvin, you won't have to..." She stopped because Cathy Kelvin was unbuttoning her blouse. Kim glanced at Cerise and Tammy who were standing by her across the desk from Miss Kelvin. They looked just as shocked as she felt. She shook her head slightly, trying to tell them to be quiet and not interfere with whatever Miss Kelvin was deciding to do.

Tammy and Cerise had been through enough situations by now to recognize when someone else was having one of those self-discovery moments. They stood by quietly and waited.

As they watched, Cathy Kelvin finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. She shrugged it off her shoulders and dropped it on the desk next to her books. She looked down at it and thought to herself, "There I am, Cathy Kelvin, schoolteacher. A few ounces of cotton lying on a desk. Is that me?" She put her hands to her side and unzipped her calf-length wool skirt. She stepped out of it and laid it on the desk as well. Without further hesitation, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra and pulled it off. She rubbed the creases it left around her ribs. "36D and still standing proud," she thought, looking down at her breasts. "Damn, it feels good to have that off." She bent over and pulled her panties off, then fluffed up her auburn pubic hair where it had become matted down. "I might need to trim that," she thought.

Dressed only in her birthday suit and her sensible flat-soled shoes, Miss Kelvin turned to the three girls and said, "Let's go turn in that form."

Principal Kershaw was still in his office as he was everyday until 4pm. His secretary had left earlier and his door was open. He looked up at the approach of the quartet of naked girls. He smiled and thought, "They have a new member. I wondered how long it would take before someone else signed on." He was still smiling when he recognized the face of the new geometry teacher as she handed him the copy of the club charter with her signature on it. He smiled because he could not think of anything else to do or say. It had never occurred to him that whoever they found to be their faculty advisor would want to join them physically as well as professionally.

"Thank you, Miss ... Kelvin. I'll have this filed in the morning. Ah, you're quite sure about ... this? You can still change your mind, you know?"

"No, Mr. Kershaw." Cathy said, firmly. "I feel that to effectively advise these young women, I must understand what they are doing. To do that, I must participate. Is there a problem?"

"No! No. Not at all. In fact, it's an excellent idea. I admire you for your ... fortitude in accepting this as a challenge."

"That much I understand, sir. This is all about challenges. Good day."

As the three girls and one young woman walked out of his office, Kershaw leaned out over his desk to admire the departing scenery. Tammy was the last one in line. As she was about to walk through the office door, she paused, and without turning, looked back over her shoulder at Kershaw, who knew he had been caught again in appreciating things. Tammy smiled at him, cocked her hips to one side, rolled her ass toward him, reached back with her left hand and slapped herself on the rump.

Kershaw barely caught himself in time to keep from slamming his face into the desk. He sat up after Tammy had disappeared around the corner. "I'll just step around to the Men's room for a moment." He thought, "Damn, I haven't done this in a Men's room in 30 years. Heh, heh."

On the steps outside the administrative offices, Cathy turned to Kim, Cerise, and Tammy. "That's it. I'm committed. Whew! Look! I'm shaking. I'm scared to death. Now what?"

Kim smiled encouragingly and said, "I'm afraid it gets harder from here. Here comes my mother to pick me up. Come on, I will introduce you."

"Your mother? Urg." Cathy walked to the car with Kim and the others. She kept reminding herself to keep her head up and her shoulders level. She had an overwhelming urge to run and hide, but she fought it every step of the way. As they approached the car, Cathy saw a woman in her mid-30's step out of the drivers seat. She did not seem at all surprised to see Cathy.

"Hello, I'm June Hawkins," June said, extending a hand.

"Cathy Kelvin." Cathy let the woman take her hand, but instead of a quick clutch and release, Mrs. Hawkins held on tightly. Cathy was startled at first, but having her hand held felt friendly and reassuring. She looked into Mrs. Hawkins' eyes and saw compassion and caring.

"Mom, Miss Kelvin is the faculty advisor of the school Nudist Club. We are official, now. I'm the President, Cerise is the Vice-President, and Tammy is the Treasurer; at least until we hold elections and I get voted out of office.

Cerise and Tammy were surprised at the news, since Kim had somehow failed to mention that they were officers before now. They looked at each other and stifled a giggle.

"Good for you!" June told the girls, then asked Cathy, "How long have you been a Nudist, Cathy?"

"About 15 minutes, now." Cathy said shyly. She started to look at the ground and June could feel her pull away.

"So you've never? ... Oh, you poor dear." June pulled Cathy to her and hugged her. Knowing an opportunity for a group-hug when they saw one, Kim, Cerise and Tammy joined in. The five of them stood on the curb in a large embrace for a couple of minutes. Cathy had never felt anything like it in her life. She was covered with naked girls and one attractive, but clothed, woman. She felt so warm and safe that she started to cry. That signaled everyone to hug tighter and June kissed her cheek. Kim did the same to the other cheek.

When the embrace finally ended, June kept her hold on Cathy's hand and Kim kept her arm around her waist. June took a tissue out of her pocket and gave it to Cathy to use to dry her face.

"You must come have dinner with us," June said. "Do you have a car here?"

"N ... no. I walked," Cathy said. "I rented an apartment three blocks from here when I got the job so I could walk to work."

"Anyone you need to call?" June thought Cathy did not seem composed enough yet to manage without help. Without her conservative clothes, the young teacher looked much younger than her physical age. Since she was not as well-developed as Kim, and stood only an inch taller; a casual observer might think that Cathy was the younger of the two.

Cathy shook her head. She lived alone in a walk-up apartment over a luncheonette in an older section of town. She had no close friends nearby and had just moved to the area a couple of months ago to take the teaching job.

As June, Kim, and Cathy climbed into the car, Cerise and Tammy saw their own rides pull up and ran off, waving goodbye as they went.

As June drove home with Kim and Cathy in the backseat, she asked Kim how they became a school organization. Kim described the meeting with Principal Kershaw and their subsequent need to find a faculty advisor.

"So you asked Miss Kelvin to help?"

"Yes. She surprised us all. We thought she might let us put her name on the form, just to have someone listed officially. We never thought she would get naked too! We were all very impressed." Kim answered. Then she turned to Cathy, "I can't tell you how much it means to have you do this."

"Mom, she marched us right into Principal Kershaw's office and handed in the form right then. He thought it was great, too. I think he was impressed that we found someone so quickly who believed in what we were doing strongly enough to join in."

June thought about that for a moment, then said, "You know, you are likely to get a lot more girls who want to join; especially now that you have the visible support of the school administration and faculty. You will get some who will do it for the thrill. Most of those will drop out quickly when they find out it's harder than they imagined. You will also get a number who are sincere about doing it and will try hard to make it work. There will also be some who will be forced into it by their parents as a last resort shock treatment, like Colleen."

"And like me." Kim interrupted.

"My point is," June continued, "that you will need to have a strategy for dealing with all four kinds: the thrill-seekers, the quitters, the workers, and the draftees."

Cathy interrupted, "Back up a sec. Like you? But you're the leader. The way Cerise and Tammy talked, you started it all."

"Oh, I may have started it — unintentionally." Kim confessed. "But I'm a spoiled, selfish, unruly brat. Only now I'm a spoiled, selfish, unruly, naked brat who has been forced to face what I am and to deal with my faults. Over the last few days I have gone through a lot of feelings and experiences — fear, anxiety, and humiliation, then understanding, awareness, and acceptance, then pride and achievement. Today I felt two things for the first time that I can honestly say I have never felt before. After Principal Kershaw agreed to my suggestion for the Nudist Club and left it to me to pick an advisor, I felt respect. When I explained to Liz Bates that this was not about having fun, I felt responsibility. Now, I feel scared all over again, that I won't be able to live up to people's expectations!"

Cathy looked at Kim with an expression of disbelief. "June? She's kidding? Right? This does not sound like a spoiled, unruly, selfish brat to me. This sounds like a mature, composed, dedicated young woman."

June laughed as she turned the car into the driveway, "Oh, she's not kidding. You didn't know her before. She was a holy terror. See if she will tell you some of the horrible things she did to her little brother."

Kim hid her face in her hands. "Oh, Mom! Please! I'm going to be making it up to Jeff for years. He's just been so great about all this, helping everyone like he has. I really don't deserve such a wonderful brother."

"Well, why don't you introduce Cathy to Jeff while I start dinner. Your father will be home in about an hour and we will eat then," June said, as she headed for the door.

As Cathy followed June and Kim into the house, she was gripped again by panic at the prospect of meeting Kim's brother and father. Grit and determination had carried her through so far, but her resolve was wearing thin. This whole thing seemed crazy. She wondered what had possessed her. The idea of some strange little boy seeing her naked made her ashamed and humiliated. As she and Kim walked down the hall, she began to hunch her shoulders and move her arms and hands to cover her breasts and groin. When they entered the den, Cathy's heart was beating like a hummingbird's.

"Hi, Jeff!" Kim called as they entered the room.

Her brother jumped off the couch where he had been watching a music video channel on TV and grabbed his sister in a bear hug. "Hi, sis!" As he embraced his sister, he saw a very scared young woman behind her, looking around as if trying to find a place to hide. "Uh, oh," he thought, "Another newbie. She looks like she's going to bolt if we don't get her to relax pretty quickly."

"Jeff, this is..." Kim started to introduce Miss Kelvin, but stopped when she saw her brother step over and grab Cathy in the same bear-hug he had just given her. "What the heck?" she thought, startled at her brother's behavior.

Cathy was startled, too. Suddenly she was in the arms of a strange boy who held her so tightly that she could not move. He was very strong, she noticed. She could feel the muscles of his arms and broad shoulders flex under his t-shirt. He was just about her height, too. She felt the warmth of his athletic body soak into her, warming her. She put her arms around him and placed her hands on his back. The pure sensuality of the hug had shattered her panic attack and she felt her taut muscles relax. She felt like she could melt and he would support her as she stood. The startled look faded from her face and she lowered her head and rested it on his shoulder. She breathed deeply and felt her breasts press against Jeff's chest. "This is nice," she thought, "This is very nice."

Jeff felt Cathy relax. He felt the muscles of her back going slack under his hands. He stroked her back gently, his touch affectionate and reassuring. He felt her lean into him, letting him support her. Her breathing was slowing, becoming deeper and more regular.

"Ah, Jeff? I'd like you to meet Miss Kelvin. Miss Kelvin Teaches geometry. She is our Faculty advisor." She tried to get across that her brother was being extremely familiar with someone very much his senior.

Kim waited, expecting the clinch to break anytime. She noticed that Miss Kelvin was making no effort to escape her brother's embrace and had even laid her head on his shoulder. "Damn!" she thought, "The boy sure has a way with women." She smiled at that thought. "Well, he sure has a way with me. I guess he must have some kind of sixth sense about what females need. OK, this has gone on long enough. We didn't bring Miss Kelvin here so Jeff could add her to his harem. Oooooo! That's a kinky idea. Stop that! She's a grown woman; even if she does look more like she's my age without her clothes on."

Cathy raised her head and looked into Jeff's face. "Call me Cathy. 'Miss Kelvin' is appropriate for the classroom, but not here," she said, meaning not the Hawkin's house, but Jeff's strong arms.

"Hi, Cathy. Feeling better now?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, thanks." Cathy moved her head forward, intending to give Jeff a kiss on the cheek for being so sensitive to her needs in a moment of panic. Instead, he turned his head so that it wasn't his cheek she kissed, but his lips. She almost jerked away, but decided that they were already intimate enough after the embrace to allow a chaste kiss on the lips. To her surprise, Jeff knew how to kiss quite well. When his mouth opened against hers, she matched him by reflex and their tongues slid together. As the kiss deepened, she felt his hand move down her back to cup the cheek of her ass. Even this familiarity seemed natural to her and she clenched her ass as she felt him squeeze. When he took his hand away and broke the kiss and stepped back, she felt instantly disappointed and deprived. Her body had begun to respond to his and she could feel the blood pound in her ears and in her nipples where they had pressed against his chest. Without thinking, she rolled her shoulders back to lift her breasts and bent a knee slightly in a teasing pose to try to lure him back to her arms again.

Jeff smiled to see the change in Cathy. He looked her up and down, taking the opportunity to admire the body that she was posing for him. He had definitely managed to take her mind off being scared. Now he had to keep her from raping him before dinner. Fortunately, Kim intervened.

"Cathy?" she asked, "would you like to freshen up?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you. I would." She said, grateful for the opportunity to retire and recover her composure. Jeff had managed to get her quite worked up in a very short time and she needed to get away from him before she started ripping his clothes off. She followed Kim up the stairs to her room.

When Cathy came out of the bathroom, Kim was sitting on the bed.

"I apologize for my brother. I don't know what got into him."

"Oh, don't apologize," Cathy said, "He did exactly the right thing at the right time. I was having a panic attack and he made me forget all about it."

"Still, him pawing you like that..."

Cathy sat on the bed next to Kim and took her hand. "Hush. I could have stopped him any time. I didn't want to. He really knows how to handle a woman."

"You have no idea..." Kim said under her breath.

"What?"

"Maybe some other time. I mean, Jeff has been wonderful about the whole thing. He's just been so supportive. He helps us every way he can. I think the best thing to come out of this is that I finally got to know my brother. He loves me very much. I know he must have to have put up with the crap I did to him. Of course, now I find that he loves females in general. Or maybe it's just naked females?" Kim and Cathy laughed at that.

"I thought you said he was your little brother," Cathy said, "I was expecting a little boy. I sure wasn't expecting a hunk like that."

"He's only 15."

"He's what? You're kidding me!" Cathy's eyes went wide. "I feel like such a cradle-robber. When he kissed me, I felt ... I mean when I, ah ... oh my. This is awkward. He is your brother and all. His ... ah..." Cathy ground to a halt, too embarrassed to continue.

Kim did not understand at first, but when she saw Cathy start to blush, she picked up on the problem quickly. "OH! Unhunh. Yes. Well. Let's see if I can help you find the word." Kim smiled devilishly. It's impossible to lie when you are naked. Your body gives too much away. Especially if you are aroused. "Are we talking about my little brother's ... bulge? His dick? His cock? His schlong? His man-meat? Is any of these the word you were looking for? Did you want to say something about my baby brother's weewee?" Kim watched Cathy turn four or five shades of red. Cathy had her hands pressed to her face to try to hide, but the blush extended all the way down to her breasts. Kim took Cathy by the wrists and pulled her hands down and held them. She slid over on the bed so that they were sitting thigh to thigh.

"Cathy, it's OK. I'm sorry for teasing you. I shouldn't have done that, but you're so cute when you turn all those colors."

Both girls fell into a giggling fit at that. They fell back on the bed and rolled around laughing, still holding hands. When the fit passed, Cathy said, "All right. You got me good. Yes, I was going to say that when your little baby brother had his big strong arms around me kissing me, he grabbed my butt and I was so turned on that I pushed my hips..."

"Your what?" Kim asked, with a smirk, "Was that what you were pushing?"

"All right, all right. I was pushing my pussy against him, OK?, and it seemed to me that I felt a great big bulge in his pants. Now you tell me that what I felt belongs to a 15-year-old boy?"

"Yes." Kim said flatly. "Let's not beat around the bush here. What I am telling you is that my brother has a cock that would shame a stallion. It's huge. It's gargantuan. He could kill you with it. It takes an equally, um, 'gifted' girl to handle a thing like that. They exist. I met one the other day. But Jeff tells me they are rare. Are you one?"

"God, no! The boys I have, um, been with have all had normal-sized cocks." Cathy held her hands a few inches apart to indicate what she considered 'normal'. "I certainly couldn't handle..."

A knock at the door interrupted her. "Come in." Kim called. The door opened and Jeff stuck his head in. He smiled at the girls lying spread out on the bed, obviously engrossed in girl-talk of some kind.

"Mom says to tell you that dinner will be ready in half an hour and is meatloaf OK with Cathy. Dad called and said he's going to be working late and not to wait for him."

"Thanks, Jeff." Kim said.

"Meatloaf is great." Cathy said. "I love home cooking. I usually eat those frozen microwave things, since it's just me in my apartment."

Jeff started to back out of the door. "Wait," Kim called. He came back in. Kim crooked a finger at him, so he shut the door behind him and walked over to the bed. Kim rolled around so her head was at the foot of the bed facing Jeff. After a second, Cathy did the same, lying beside her.

Kim smiled her devilish smile and said, "We were just talking about you. You know, you turned Cathy on pretty good down in the den."

Cathy started turning red again. She groaned, "Noooooooo!" and put her face down on the bed, burying her nose in the covers.

Jeff grinned. "Sorry about that. I was just trying to jolt you out of your panic attack. Not that I didn't enjoy it. I enjoyed it quite a bit. In fact, I was enjoying it so much that I had to stop before things went any further. You weren't the only one who was turned on, Cathy. You are very beautiful and very sexy." He reached out and stroked her hair

At his touch, Cathy turned over on her back and took his hand in both of hers. Looking up at Jeff, she said to Kim, "HOW old did you say he is?" To Jeff, she said, "How long have you had this thing for older women?" She held his hand to her cheek and quickly turned her head and kissed his palm. "That's one of the nicest things any man has ever said to me. Flatterer! You do that so well."

Encouraged, Jeff said, "I thought at first that you were 16. Your skin has that glow to it. I thought Kim had brought home a classmate. But when I kissed you I knew you couldn't have been that young. I still can't believe you're a teacher."

Cathy twined her legs and pressed her thighs together. Jeff recognized this as a sign of arousal. His sweet-talk was having the desired effect. Jeff knew the goal of this game. He had since Kim had beckoned him into the bedroom. Cathy needed to stay relaxed and to conquer her flight-response to stress. First, they would get her relaxed, then put her under stress and walk her through dealing with it. She looked pretty relaxed right now. Jeff looked at Kim to see if she had a plan.

"Cathy, would you like Jeff to show you his cock?" Kim whispered into Cathy's ear. Cathy's eyes went wide and she rolled over on her stomach, an obvious defensive position. Kim repeated the question, "Would you like to see Jeff's cock? I know you've never seen one like this before. You're curious, aren't you?"

Cathy looked up and straight at Jeff's crotch. She nodded her head once, a very small nod.

"If you want to see Jeff's cock, it's only fair that he gets to see you first." Kim said, softly and reasonably. "Isn't that fair?" Cathy nodded again, but did not move a muscle.

"Sit up and show off for Jeff, Cathy. C'mon, you can do it." Slowly, Cathy rose to her knees on the bed. Her shoulders were still hunched forward, but her hands stayed by her side.

"You can do better than that," Kim encouraged, "Sit on the foot of the bed and pose for him." Cathy slid forward and put her legs over the edge of the bed. She pulled her shoulders back and arched her back to show Jeff her breasts. She started to put her hands on her body, hesitated, and then slid them over her stomach and cupped her breasts. She tossed her hair back and smiled up at Jeff, while lifting and caressing her breasts for him.

"Good." Kim said. "Now spread your legs and show him how wet you are."

Cathy froze for a second. A blush started to spread across her neck. Then her smile widened and she tweaked her nipples with her fingers. Lowering her hands to her thighs, she put one on each knee and slowly pulled her legs apart until they were spread as wide as she could get them. The muscles of her inner thighs twitched, as if trying to pull her legs closed on their own, but Cathy kept pressing her knees apart. She tilted her pelvis forward, showing Jeff her wet slit.

"How do you feel, Cathy?" Kim asked.

'God! I don't believe I'm doing this. I've never done anything like this before. I'm so scared and turned on at the same time!"

"Why are you scared? Are you afraid of Jeff? Does he look threatening?"

"Noooo. He's just looking at me. Oh, I'm soooo hot."

"How does he look? What is he thinking?"

"Ohhhh, he looks like he thinks I'm the most beautiful, sexy thing he has ever seen. I can see his cock growing in his pants. I'm turning him on, too."

"Why are you scared? Tell me."

"I'm ... I'm ... scared because I'm totally exposed. I'm defenseless. I ... oh ... I've never done this ... that's it! It's something new. I'm afraid because it's so different! Why am I afraid? Oh, I feel like I could cum any second. I'll be afraid later. This feels sooo good."

"Wonderful! Let the fear go. Let it drain away. You don't need it. You never did. It's holding you back. Throw it away."

"YES! I feel it. It's going. Oh, I feel wonderful. I had no idea. I had no idea. Oh, Jeff, look at my pussy. See how wet I am." Cathy pushed her hips off the bed and arched her back thrusting her pussy up toward Jeff... "Look at my clit. See how hard it is. Oh, it feels like it's going to burst! See my hard clit?"

Jeff leaned forward to get a better look. "Yes, Cathy. I see it. It's so hard. Your pussy is dripping wet. Your clit is standing straight up. Rub it. Rub your clit for me. Make yourself cum."

Cathy put one hand on her pussy and stroked it. She dipped her fingers inside and coated them with her juice and then she rolled her clit between her fingers. She moaned once, and then gave a squeak as her back arched almost to the breaking point. All her muscles tensed. Her hips bucked under her fingers, driving her clit against her hand. She held the backbreaking pose for several seconds, then she collapsed on the bed, her hand pressed to her pussy as she rode out her climax.

Kim put her arms around Cathy and held her as her orgasm rolled on. Cathy shuddered several times and put her head on Kim's breast. Kim rocked her like a baby and kissed her forehead. "You see?" she asked Cathy. "You see what you can do if you let go your fear?" She felt Cathy nod her head in understanding. Kim smiled up at Jeff.

Jeff leaned over and kissed his sister. "You're brilliant." He said.

Slowly, Cathy's orgasm mellowed into a happy afterglow. She stretched languorously on the bed and sat up with a huge smile on her face. "That was amazing!" she said, "That was fucking amazing! Pardon my French." She threw her arms around Kim and kissed her firmly on the lips, then she bounced out of bed and kissed Jeff.

Jeff felt his tongue almost get sucked out of his head. Cathy crushed her body against his and ground her pussy mound against him. Feeling his cock throb against her thigh, she let go and sat down on the foot of the bed again.

"Your turn." Cathy said with the same devilish smile that Kim had displayed earlier.

"As you wish," Jeff said. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He stepped close to Cathy and pushed his baggy shorts over his hips and let them fall to the floor.

Cathy looked down at his crotch. Her eyes focused on the broad shaft descending from the mass of curly hair and began to follow it downward. As she followed its length further and further downward, her mouth dropped open ad her breathing became more rapid. When she finally focused on the large head just above his knee, she gave a gasp. Jeff flexed his lower abdominal muscles and his cock seemed to jump at her. Cathy flinched and fell back onto the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. She continued to stare at Jeff's huge cock as it bobbed up and down. Her legs began to spread apart, as if they were working on their own. Her hips jerked upward as if her pussy were offering itself to his cock. She felt a flash of heat from her vagina as it began lubricating wildly to prepare itself to receive his cock. She heard herself moan.

"Cathy?" Kim said, concerned that her friend was losing control.

Cathy blinked and glanced at Kim. Rational thought returned to her and she reached down and cupped her hand over her pussy. She brought her legs together by force of will and took a couple of deep breaths before sitting up again.

"Sorry," she said, "I just ... I never ... I had no idea they came that big. Wow!" Cathy watched in awe as Jeff picked up his cock in both hands. Several inches were still hanging out of his grip as he pointed the massive head at Cathy's face. He squeezed and slid one hand out to just behind the glans forcing blood into the broad head, swelling it to the size and color of a large ripe plum.

Cathy could see a drop of clear precum forming at the opening. It grew larger and larger. Without thinking, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue under it just as it was about to fall. As the dollop of fluid hit her tongue, she drew her head back and rolled it around, savoring the flavor. It was sweet. "Essence of man," she thought. She turned her head as Kim slid over next to her, her thigh pressed against Cathy's. Kim put an arm around her and kissed her. Cathy and Kim's tongues slid over each other, sharing the flavor between them.

When the kiss ended, Cathy turned again to look at Jeff's cock, but he had already pulled up his pants and was buckling his belt again. She felt a momentary disappointment and raised her hand toward the bulge in his pants.

"Time to go eat dinner," Jeff said, "I'll see you downstairs." He turned and left. Kim and Cathy dashed for the bathroom to fix their hair and for Cathy to mop up her drooling pussy.

After the second wad of toilet paper came away soaked, Cathy said, "I've never been so turned on in my life. I think I actually would have let him try to put that monster in me. At least my pussy thought it was a real possibility." She laughed, "When you told me how big it was, I thought you were exaggerating. But you weren't. Lord, that's not a cock, that's a magic wand. I would have done anything he wanted if he waved that thing at me."

Kim laughed too, "He definitely has an effect on women. Most just run away as fast as they can. Poor boy has a hard time keeping girlfriends. He's been great, helping everyone like he has. He's had to learn some, ah, alternate techniques. He can really get you to relax and let go. That makes getting people to open up a lot easier."

"Well, speaking as your Faculty Advisor, I can tell you that it is certainly an effective technique. I'm about as open as I can be. Seriously though, I'm afraid we're going to have to find another way to reach people. Having your brother wave his cock at them is just not viable on large groups."

"Large groups? How many do you think will want to join?" Kim asked. "I thought maybe one or two of the girls I talked to today might want to join, after they think it over for awhile."

"Let's talk about it at dinner," Cathy said as she ran a comb through her hair, "I'm sure your mother is wondering where we are."

As they took their places at the dinner table, June noticed a big change in Cathy. Before, she had been tense and scared, now she seemed relaxed and happy. June wondered if she should ask how the transformation was done. As she served plates and passed them around the table, she said to Cathy, "You seem to be adjusting quite well. I hope whatever these two did to you wasn't too traumatic?"

"Just a little basic psychotherapy, as it turned out," Cathy said. "They talked me into a condition of high stress and then talked me through dealing with it. Afterwards, I recognized it from the basic psychology course that was a requirement for my teaching certificate. Kim and Jeff seem to have reinvented it by themselves. Essentially, it is bringing someone to a moment of emotional crisis and then showing them that if they can learn to subtract the element of fear, the crisis becomes manageable. They played me like a violin. It was really quite amazing, and very effective. I was just saying to Kim before we came down that it isn't going to work on larger groups. We need to find a way to get the concept across to a room full of people without invoking a crisis."

"Yes," Kim said, "you said 'larger group' before. I expected only a few brave souls would want to do this. From the questions I got today, most girls either think we're crazy or courageous. No one told me they wanted to join."

"I think you underestimate the effect you had on people," Cathy told her, "You impressed Kershaw. You impressed me to the point that I decided on the spot. Just seeing you walk down the hall impressed even those you did not get to talk to. I watched you earlier, during a class change. You were so self-aware, so self-possessed, so in control of yourself that I think heads would have turned even if you had been fully clothed. You see, that's why I decided to join. I wanted to be like you. I think a lot of others will, too."

Kim blushed all the way down to her cleavage. She was so embarrassed at the idea that she was a role model for Cathy that she wanted to hide behind her napkin. Then she realized that the compliment warranted a more mature response than blushing and hiding. She forced her head up and squared her shoulders. She turned to Cathy and said, "Thank you. I will do my best not to disappoint you. But don't give me all the credit. My mother deserves most of it for getting me started."

Cathy turned to June and smiled, "I'd say she is a shoo-in for President of her class. After that, who knows?"

June looked at Kim and smiled proudly. Her daughter was turning out far better than she could have possibly hoped. She looked Kim in the eye and said, "Eat your peas, dear."



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Posted:  2008-05-31
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