Richard Hertz 

Breezy

I'm a conservative girl. I don't usually flash my pussy in public, and I try not to take unnecessary risks. But I do like that breezy feeling of having nothing beneath my miniskirt. I look both ways, and when no one is watching, I take off my panties, and throw them into the trash. Once in a while, someone will see me taking them off, and I get really embarrassed -- and excited, too. Since I have a "brazillian", I feel every little breeze, and I always wonder if my dress is long enough -- especially when I'm riding up an escalator in the mall.



Here I am, feeling the breeze between my legs, and building up the nerve to walk slowly up the circular staircase at the mall. The sides are glass, and I know there are some angles where people can see right up there. When I look down, I can see guys suddenly look away. I think they probably didn't see anything, but who knows? Maybe they did.

All this walking around without any panties on gets me really hot and bothered. I feel so close to cumming all the time, but I never quite cum. I so desperately want to touch myself, but I'm too shy to do that in public. Finally, when I can't stand it any more, I just take off my skirt, and let people see me. Knowing people are looking is enough to get me off. When it finally happens, my orgasm is all the stronger because I feel like people see me bottomless and they know I'm cumming -- I feel so wonderfully ashamed when that happens.




Then after I cum, I wonder what came over me. I run back to the trash can, hoping my skirt is still there. If it is, I fish it out, and put it on. If not, I run into the nearest store, and buy something -- anything -- that will cover up my naked bottom.

The Hard Choice

My girlfriends and I went to Willards, a bar on College Avenue, topless, as usual. Only the nerdy girls ever wear a top to Willards. At first, we felt funny going out in public wearing just our bottoms, but after we saw all the other girls who were topless, we felt right at home.

The thing was, we didn't remember that Tuesday was Bottomless Drink Night at Willards. The gimmick was that we could have free drinks -- bottomless -- if we, too got bottomless. I asked the bouncer, "Do I need to get completely bottomless?".

He laughed, "No, don't worry," Stroking my erect nipples he went on, "Just strip down to your panties, and everything will be fine."

I felt a lot better, because just the thought of getting bottomless -- that is, stark naked -- in public was starting to make my pussy water, and I sure didn't want anyone to see it in that condition.




So I took off my shorts, and I helped my two girlfriends strip. Betty, on the left, whined a little, but then she took off her pants. Cindy, on the right, though, was putting a real damper on the evening. "Come on, hurry up," I said, but she just woudn't take off her sweatpants.

"You go on without me," she said.

"Don't be silly," I said. I stroked her soft breasts, and gave her a warm, slow kiss to make her feel more comfortable as she eased her pants down. "You've come here topless lots of times. Now all you have to do is strip down to your panties, and we can all go inside and have a good time." I continued soothing her as she exposed more and more of her front.




And then I saw the expression on her face, and I realized what the trouble was -- she had no panties. If Cindy didn't strip, then none of us could get free drinks. I felt bad for her, but, hey, it wasn't my fault she forgot her panties. I thought she should just swallow her pride, and strip.

"Can you girls take off your panties, so I won't be the only naked girl in the whole place?" she begged.

Betty and I shook our heads, and held onto our panties for dear life. We were both pretty excited, not only by being nearly naked, but because we were secretly enjoying watching Cindy squirm over having to get naked. Then Cindy offered us a deal: "If you girls lower your panties, just a little, then I'll let you take off my pants."



As you can see, Betty lowered her panties, uncovering her ass, and just barely covering her pussy. I lowered the back of my panties, but I couldn't bring myself to lower the front -- my pussy was throbbing with excitement by this time, and I didn't want anyone to see that.



Gradually, we eased Cindy's pants down, and we reassured her that we would all be nearly naked anyway. I noticed that Betty had pushed her panties down so far they weren't even covering her pussy, which was pretty wet, by the way -- she was getting the same thrill I was getting over watching Cindy squirm.



With my panties at half mast, and Cindy completely naked, I was thinking these panties are more trouble than they're worth, but then I started to realize that Betty and I were getting more attention from boys with our panties half on as we would if we were naked. The boys just couldn't keep their hands off us. We giggled and bounced our tits in their faces every time they stroked our firm cheeks, or checked our moisture level -- they love that. Before long, Betty and I were wearing our panties around our knees. The only trouble was they kept falling around our ankles. Whenever that happened to Cindy, I would "help" her on with her panties, and stop to lick her pussy in the process. She attracted a lot of attention by faking (was she really faking) orgasms every time I did that. By the end of the evening, all three of us came several times, including the times that adventurous boys who were willing to fuck us in public. It turned out that Cindy wasn't the only naked girl. Betty and I lost our panties, and quite a few other girls saw our example, and took off their clothes, too. It ended up being a really fun evening.

Waiting for the Midnight Snack

It was late at night, and Marsha couldn't sleep. She decided to make herself a midnight snack in the kitchen, which was shared by all the residents of the co-ed dorm. Like most of the girls, Marsha normally slept in the nude, but she felt a bit funny going into the public area of the dorm totally naked, so she slipped on a pair of panties.
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While she was waiting for her popcorn to pop, some other girls came into the room and saw her. Unlike Marsha, they seemed comfortable in the nude. They pointed at her polka-dot panties and laughed. "I bet you're hiding a huge furball under those panties!" one of the girls said.

"I am not!" was all Marsha could think to say.

"Well if you have nothing to hide, then why are you hiding?"

Marsha couldn't think of a good reply, and actually started to wonder herself. Before the last kernal popped, she realized there was nothing to hide -- no bush, just skin, and the skin was no different, really, than the skin on her breasts or her back for that matter. Skin is skin. So she took off her panties, and continued to wait.
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After she took off her panties, she felt better -- she was comfortable in the nude, and she realized that her pussy lips closed nicely over her vagina, covering her as well as needed. She started to wonder why she ever wore clothes.

Panties and T-Shirt Lament

Donna threw down the memo in disgust. "Another 'Spirit Day'," she said. "Why can't I just wear panties and a t-shirt?"

Crysta had to admit to herself that Donna looked pretty hot wearing just panties and a t-shirt. She liked to wear t-shirts that just barely covered her, leaving open the question: was she wearing panties, or not? After a hard day of classes, the girls would often come back to their room, and that's when Crysta couldn't stand it any longer, and wrestled the panties off her. She giggled and squirmed, but in the end, she was always willing to lose her panties.

"Crysta?"

She woke up out of her daydream about Donna's naked bottom, and mentally replayed Donna's words. Why can't I just wear panties and a t-shirt? Why not indeed. On the verge of another daydream, Crysta caught herself. "It's just not fair," she said. Then, suddenly curious, she asked, "what's the theme of this spirit day?"

"One Item", Donna said simply. She went on to explain that all the girls were expected to wear just one item of clothing. She was planning to wear just a pair of panties, but she was afraid that would cover too much of her skin. You see, the girls get together for a "Morning Meeting" on spirit day, and pick out the girl who is showing the least "spirit", which is the same thing as showing the least skin. They strip her naked, and send her out the door that way. This sets her up for another awful tradition of the college -- consensual rape. That's the name the College Code of Conduct gives it when a girl "asks" to be raped, and some boy takes her up on it.

It's a bit complicated, but here it is as simply as I can explain it. To encourage girls to wear modest clothing, a rule was enacted that allows any boy (or girl, for that matter) to touch the exposed skin of any girl. The hope was that this would encourage girls to cover up, and not offer any skin to be touched in this way. There's another rule that says that any girl who displays sexual excitement is, in effect, asking for sex. If a girl asks for sex, and some boy gives it to her, this is simply a response to what she asked for, so it is consensual. Hence the name, "consensual rape". Again, the thinking is that this rule will encourage girls to refrain from displays of sexual excitement. The way these rules work together is insidious: a girl who is showing skin can be freely fondled by any boy, and she's not allowed to object. In fact, she's not allowed to make any move to prevent the boy from touching her. This touching might cause the girl to become sexually excited. She is required to refrain from becoming excited, but most girls are unable to avoid it. The boy is then allowed to rape the girl, and, again, she has no recourse, because the rape is consensual. On spirit day, then, you can see why girls really try to avoid being stripped and thrown out the door naked. This dooms them to a day of being fondled and fucked -- usually quite a few times -- before the sun sets, and they're allowed back into their rooms to put on some clothes.

"Well, you can wear a thong, I suppose," Crysta suggested.

"I'm still afraid," Donna said. "If I'm the only one with my pussy covered, then I'll be stripped and gang-banged.

"Why don't you just wear a t-shirt, and leave off your panties for one day." Crysta suggested.

"The problem with that is that my pussy would be out in the open. I would be too embarrassed."

"Wear a long t-shirt, just long enough to cover your pussy."

"But then, if my pussy is covered, I'll be the one they strip. I just don't know what to do!"

Crysta gave it some more thought. "I've got it! Wear a loin-cloth."

Donna thought about it, and then smiled. "A loincloth. That's perfect. It will cover my pussy from the front, still leaving it visible from behind whenever I spread my legs apart or bend over."

Crysta joined in the thought process. "That's right, so it won't be completely covered. If anyone is wearing panties, or even a minidress, they'll be stripped instead of you."

Sure enough, on Spirit Day, when the time came for the Morning Meeting, there was one poor girl who was wearing a minidress. Crysta and Donna joined in the fun -- she put up a strong fight, but eventually she was overpowered, stripped, and pushed out the door, where there were already quite a few boys waiting. As it turned out, the girl was already turned on when she hit the sidewalk -- her pussy was dripping wet in anticipation of being gang-banged. Too bad, thought Donna. Some girls are able to stay dry longer, and, according to the rules, she can't be raped if she doesn't show signs of sexual excitement.

As she watched the boys take turns with her, Donna absently stroked her pussy, and thought to herself, "I'll try to stay dry longer." A boy noticed Donna's excitement, and without even asking, stuck his dick in her pussy, and fucked her. She was embarrassed that she was caught off-guard this way, but had to admit she had asked for it.

After the boy was done, she found Crysta, and hugged her. Crysta consoled Donna, stroking her firm nipples and flat belly. "That's OK, Donna," she said. Just try not to let yourself get excited today.

Donna thanked Crysta for the advice, and kissed her full on the mouth. The girls' tongues probed each others' mouths. They pressed their hot bodies together, and even Crysta was unable to stay dry. Donna smiled as another boy tapped the girls on the shoulder, and offered to do Crysta. "It's harder than it looks to stay dry, isn't it."

Crysta had to admit between humps that Donna was right.

Mean Teacher

Dear Dean,

I'm writing this letter to report a teacher who was just plain mean. Let me tell you what happened. I was sitting in Taft Hall waiting for class to begin, when Mr. Derphy, our teacher, strode into the room, and threw his stuff down. He seemed mad. He yelled at us, especially the girls, for a long time about wearing too much clothing. He was saying that we were wearing shirts so long they were really dresses, and so they cover our bodies fully. He was going on and on about how unnecessary it is for us to wear underwear under a dress that covers us completely.

We're not dumb, Dean. We know the Dress Code. We know enough not to wear panties under a short dress. But I was wearing a shirt, not a dress.

But that's not what I'm complaining about. It gets worse. Mr. Derphy called me to the front of the room. He made me stand in front of the class to show them that my shirt covered my shorts completely. Then he made me take off my shorts, and he confiscated them.

I was mortified. My shirt was completely white, and translucent, so you could see my breasts through it, which is the way it was supposed to be worn. But now, without my shorts under it, you could see my ass crack, and even my pussy, just a little bit, through the shirt. I was so mad that my pussy was showing, and all the boys were looking at it, it was all I could do not to cry. I could feel myself getting sexually excited, too, which happens to me when I know boys are looking at my pussy. Finally, the teacher let me sit down.

By this time I was so hot and wet I couldn't even put my legs together. The girl next to me stroked my wet pussy to calm me down, which helped quite a bit. The teacher started the class, and soon I almost forgot about my troubles with him.

Now, Dean, if this was all that happened, I wouldn't be writing you. But this teacher did something else that was even meaner. About half way through the class, he stopped his lesson to tell us that girls should not be wearing bras. His reasoning was very simple. If a girl is wearing a see-through top, then clearly she intends to be seen. A bra would prevent that, so it should not be worn. On the other hand, if she is wearing an opaque top, then the bra doesn't serve any function, so should not be worn. We've all heard the reasoning before, so we weren't surprised by it.

But then he insisted that some of us girls prove to the class that we weren't wearing a bra. He called on one girl who was wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans, and made her come to the front of the room. She begged him not to have to take off her top, but he told her she had to. The only consession he made was to let her face away from the class when she took off her shirt. She turned her back to the class, and took off her top, showing us her bare back. The teacher walked all around her, and commented on the firmness of her nipples. I could see she was very embarrassed.

Then he called on me. He could already see right through my shirt, and it was obvious I wasn't wearing a bra, but he insisted anyway. He made me take off my shirt, too, which wasn't fair because I had nothing -- I mean absolutely nothing -- on under it, and so I would be naked. After I begged, he let me stand next to that other girl, with my back to the class, and strip.

I suppose that was better than nothing, so I took the offer.

I took off my shirt, and let it fall to the floor. My legs are thin, and my ass cheeks are very tight and round, so I wasn't sure my asshole and pussy were fully covered from behind, but I tried to stand up straight and keep my cheeks together. Meanwhile Mr. Derphy is walking all around us, getting an eyeful of my pussy. He commented to the class that i was completely shaven, which I think was uncalled for. All this attention to my pussy made me very embarrassed, and this made me excited. To be embarrassed like this in public makes me very wet -- I just can't help it. Unfortunately, the teacher saw that, and told me I could separate my legs if that would make me more comfortable, considering how swollen my pussy was getting. He was right, I would have been more comfortable, but with my legs apart, I was afraid the class would see too much of me, so I declined.

Turned out, he wasn't making a suggestion -- it was an order. He told the girl next to me she had to stroke my bottom until I complied. She didn't want to do it, but she had to. She stroked my bottom so gently, it really turned me on. I was afraid i would cum, so eventually I complied.

Then, it got much worse.

With my legs apart, and my pussy dripping wet, he made me bend over and pick up my shirt. I thought he was going to let me put it on, but instead he made me rip off a button.

I begged him. If I rip off one button, can I put it on after that? He said he would think about it, so I had some hope. I ripped off the top button, so the shirt would still cover my pussy when I put it on again.

But he didn't let me put it on. He told the girl to keep rubbing my rump. She slipped her fingers between my cheeks and circled my asshole, and then she gently stroked the inner edge of my lips -- only a girl would know how good that feels.

Finally the teacher told me his plan. He said I had to keep taking off buttons until I came. If all the buttons were off by the time I came, then he would let me put the shirt on again, but if there were any buttons still on the shirt, the girl who was fingering me would get to keep it, and I would have to leave the classroom naked. This encouraged the girl to touch me in an even more sexy way. Trembling, I pulled at the buttons, hoping to get them all off before I came. It was close, but I did it. With my legs far apart, and bent way forward, I managed to get all the buttons off my shirt before I came.

Wave after wave, my orgasm continued. I was vaguely aware of the class cheering.

When I recovered my composure, I found my tattered shirt, and put it on, as best as possible. I had to leave it wide open because it didn't have any buttons. My only other choice was to tie its tails together, but that left me even more naked in a way, so I didn't bother.

The class was over, and I wanted to leave, but I had one more indignity to struggle with.

Blocking the exit was a boy who had taken off his pants. He was saluting me. Without even saying a word, he raped me. He picked me up, and lowered me onto his staff. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his body, and let him have his way with me. He cupped my ass with his strong hands, carressing my asshole with each push. It didn't take long before he exploded inside me. I feel ashamed to say how much I enjoyed being raped.

That wasn't the end of it, either. Two other boys raped me that day. One fucked me in the ass right after I left the room, and the other came in my vagina later in the day. It wasn't until late in the afternoon that I was able to get back to my dorm room to put on a skirt.

So could you please have a talk with Mr. Derphy, and ask him to be a little more consistent about whether a shirt is a shirt or whether it is a dress? If he would have just stuck to one definition or the other, then none of this would have happened to me.

Thank you.

Teresa Love

Sara's Day Out

I visit Donna and Crysta, finding them naked, as usual. The girls in the dorm are all such good friends that they've found it easier to just not bother with clothes. They view clothes as something to wear if they're going outside the dorm.

Donna greets me with a big kiss. I know she doesn't mean it in a sexual way, but I can't help getting excited when a naked girl kisses me on the lips. I didn't know what to do with my hands while she kisses me, but eventually I rest them on the small of her back, rubbing her gently as she continues to kiss me. Crysta says hi, and I wave at her, unable to stop myself from staring at her huge breasts. Seeing these two girls, so beautiful and so naked, I didn't immediately notice their friend Sara, clicking on her laptop at Donna's desk in the corner.

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When I finally do see her, I notice Sara is wearing clothes, so I ask if she's visiting from another dorm. No, the girls tell me, Sara lives a few doors down. Donna cups her hands over my ear, tickling it with her whisper, "but she's shy, so she dresses even among us girls." As I stroke Donna's bottom absently, I wonder if Sara is bottomless, but it would be unseemly for me to crane my neck to see for sure.

Sara evidently heard Donna's whisper, because she protests this isn't true -- that the only reason she's wearing a top is because she's planning to go out soon, she says.

The girls counter that Sara couldn't be dressed to go out because she never goes out without wearing panties. That lets the "cat" out of the bag, and I'm more curious than ever. My reward comes right away: Sara stands up to protest being characterized as a prude. I'm glad for my first glimpse of Sara's pussy. Seeing my reaction, she pulls her top down, just barely covering her pussy, but leaving her cute round butt cheeks visible.

Donna asks Sara, "You're going out like that? Without panties? I don't believe it. I've never seen you go outside the dorm without some clothes on your cute little bottom."

Sara flushes red because we all knew Donna was right. But she holds her ground, pulling her little top as tight as it would go, covering as much of her crotch as possible. The girls and I agree Sara is fully covered because her pussy is covered from the front, and only the bottom half of her butt cheeks are visible from the back. Having second thoughts about going out in public wearing only this top, Sara raises one objection after another. What if my dress rides up? When I sit down, can't people see between my legs? If I bend over, how can I avoid letting my cheeks part slightly? Each time the girls suggest, "don't do that, then." or "just don't worry about it, and no one will notice." or "lot's of girls wear short dresses, you'll blend in."

It starts to look like Sara is going to lose the courage to go outside bottomless. I, for one, am getting disappointed by this, because I was looking forward to seeing Sara obviously uncomfortable by being bottomless in public. Something about seeing a girl squirm with fear at the prospect of having people see her privates turns me on.

The girls challenge Sara: "prove that you're willing to go out without panties by going out just like that."

"Like this??" Sara is panicking now.

The girls don't trust Sara so they appoint me her guardian to make sure she doesn't put on any panties. I agree immediately. I couldn't have planned it better. By being her guardian, I'll have every chance to watch her squirm. I stroke Sara's naked bottom as I appear to think it over. "OK," I say finally, feigning disinterest.

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Sara smiles at me so sweetly, it melts my heart. "Thank you." She takes me by the hand, and we leave Donna and Crysta's room.

As soon as we're out of earshot of the girls, Sara fixes me with her beautiful eyes, and says, "I'll do anything if you let me stop in my room and get a pair of panties."

I'm shocked by this. I really thought Sara was going to prove she can go outside bottomless. But then the word, ANYTHING, resonates in my brain, and I start to get ideas. "OK," I say, "I'll let you wear panties, as long as you do ANYTHING I ask of you. You will be my slave for the afternoon."

She gulped. "Anything except taking off my panties," she offered.

I paused, considering the condition. "OK," I agree. "The only thing I won't make you do is take off your panties."

She puts on some mismatched white panties -- a string bikini, not a thong, but very sexy nonetheless.

We agree to go to the movies, which is within walking distance of the campus. When we get there, I recognize my friend, Barry, in the ticket booth outside the theater. Barry recognizes me and starts to greet me when I interrupt him. "Do you still have the ONE ITEM FRIDAY promotion?"

Barry is quick on the uptake, so he pretends he doesn't know me, and although he has no idea what I'm talking about, he says "Why yes, sir, we do."

Then I explain to Sara (but also for Barry's benefit), "If one of us is wearing just one item of clothing, then we both get in for free."

Sara stares at me blankly, and I at her. Then she gets it. I was asking her to take off an article of clothing. "Which one should I take off?" she asks.

Barry sprouts a tent pole at the prospect of watching Sara take off one of her two articles of clothing.

"I recommend taking off your panties."

"But you said you wouldn't ask me to take them off."

"I said I wouldn't make you take them off. But you can still choose to take them off if you want to. The thing is, if you take off your dress, then you'll be almost naked. But if you take off your panties, you will still be fully covered by your dress." (Her top, which she was wearing as a dress, really didn't cover her much at all, but the girls and I have her convinced it does, and so I keep up the charade so I can get her to go bottomless in public.)

"Will I get my panties back after the movie is over?"

"Sure," I say with confidence.

Sara agreed with the logic, but she said it was just too hard for her to take off her panties herself.

Barry offered to help, and I agreed. To distract Sara from the pain of having her panties slowly lowered in public, I pulled her close to me and kissed her, right in front of the ticket booth. I raised up her dress, and held her in a liplock while Barry slowly lowered her panties. He slid the back of them over her nicely rounded cheeks, and then lowered the front, noticing that she was fully shaved. Sara and I continued to kiss while Barry did his job. After a minute, her panties were about her ankles, and she stepped out of them while we continued to kiss. Barry took them into the booth with him.

"You understand I can't return these to you," Barry said.

"What??" Sara turns to me with fire in her eyes, "You said I would get them back later."

Barry continues, undaunted. "...for sanitary reasons," an excuse he makes up on the spot. "But if you were to give up your dress instead, then that can be returned."

For a few long seconds, Sara doesn't know what to do, but then she makes up her mind. "OK, give me back my panties, and I'll give you my dress."

Barry counters: "Dress first. Then panties."

I break the impasse by ordering Sara to remove her dress. "But then I'll be naked," she says "I won't do it."

"I'll just have to tell Donna and Crysta about your panties, then."

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"OK, OK, I'll do it," Sara says as she rips off her dress and throws it at me. I hand it to Barry, who was smiling broadly at seeing Sara naked.

Sara doesn't look very comfortable. She hugs herself, mostly covering her breasts with her arms, and she stands with her legs tight together. She leans into the ticket window and asks for her panties. She is surprised that the boy inside the window isn't Barry but some other boy, who is delighted to see a naked girl asking for her panties.

"Can you describe your panties?" he asks.

Sara is exasperated. I try to soothe her by genlty stroking her round cheeks, taking only occasional liberties between them. "They're white," she says.

"When did you last see them?" he asks

"Just give them to me!" Sara demands.

He hands over the panties, laughing. Sara puts them on quickly. "I feel warm and snuggly now," she says, and holds my arm with two hands, resting her head on my shoulder as we walk into the theater. Sara is relieved to see the theater isn't very crowded. We pick out two seats in the center, and Sara snuggles against me, settling into her seat. We kiss. I stroke her nearly naked body, gently caressing its soft curves. She smells terrific as we continue to kiss. She slides down even farther in her seat, with her butt practically hanging off the front of the seat. My fingers play across her hard flat belly, but stop when they reach her panties. I smooth my palms along her inner thighs, and stick my fingertips under her panties, but stop at the edge of her lips. I can see I'm driving her nuts this way, teasing her by stopping just shy of her pussy. She lowers her panties, just a bit, to show me with her body language that it's OK to reach under them. But still, I stop right at the edge of her panties. She lowers them some more, so they are now completely off her ass, and the strap of cloth that normally covers her pussy is loose between her legs. I stroke her thighs, and she spreads her legs apart to give me full access. Still, I stop when I reach her lips. Her legs are fully spread, just begging me to touch the soft damp skin between her lips, but I pretend not to notice. She moans, and grabs me, kissing me furiously, in a vain effort to get me to touch her there.

Finally, she takes off her panties, and leaves them on the sticky floor. "Finish me off," she begs.

"Kneel on the seat, facing the back of the theater," I order. She's in such a sexual frenzy by this point, she'll agree to anything. She complies immediately, letting her tits hang over the top of the seat. I get in front of her and stroke her pussy with a wide flat stroke of my tongue. She shudders with delight. I stroke her cheeks with my hands as I lick her from pussy to asshole, and all in between. I rub her thighs and her belly as I continue licking, and drinking her juices. She is oblivious to her surroundings as she shrieks and gasps with delight. The moviegoers have forgotten about the movie, and are watching Sara's show instead. After a few minutes of this, she cums -- no ordinary orgasm, but a multiple long sustained orgasm so good she cries afterwards.

Still glowing from the sex, she settles into her seat, and I continue rubbing her gorgeous body for a minute or two. I keep waiting for her to look for her panties, but she seems to have forgotten all about them. What she doesn't know yet is that I threw them into the darkness some time before bringing her to climax -- they're completely gone.

"Will you go and get me some Twizzlers?" I ask, handing her some money.

Now she looks around, "Where are my panties?"

I make a show of looking around our seats. "They're here somewhere, don't worry."

She keeps looking for them, bending over to look under the seats. I palm her bottom as she bends over, and notice her pussy is still quite wet.

"When the lights come on we'll see them," I offer. "For now, please get me the Twizzlers."

"But I'm naked," she says, standing with her hands on her hips, and her legs slightly separated, her pussy still slightly swollen from the sex.

"I'm ordering you to do this."

Remembering that she is my slave, she knows she has no choice. I'll just make it quick, she thinks to herself. She excuses herself as she steps past a couple in our row. The boy reaches out to steady Sara, but then retracts his hands quickly when he sees his date's icy stare.

A few minutes later, she comes back, empty handed.

"Where are the twizzlers?" I ask.

"You'll just have to find them," she purrs, and snuggles up to me, putting one of her legs over mine.

I noticed her thigh was sticky, so I bent down to taste it. Cherry. Then I felt her pussy. She had stuffed the twizzlers into her vagina, and now they were melting! I tried to pull one out, but just managed to break off a piece of one. They were fused together now, and melting into a syrupy mixture of cherry girl juice. Sara pushed a little of the gloppy mess out of her pussy, and I ate it. I knelt in front of her, and let her feed me a little at a time until they were gone. She didn't push any out until I licked her clitoris, and brought her to the brink of cumming again. Each time she almost came (or maybe she did cum once or twice) she would push a little more manna out of her pussy for me to eat. It was the most delightful way to eat candy!

As the credits rolled, she asks again for her panties. The lights came on, and we looked all over, but they were nowhere to be found. I suggest we give up, and just get her dress back. She says she's not leaving the theater without her panties, so I shrug my shoulders and walk out without her. A minute later she sees people coming in for the next show, and doesn't want to be naked and alone, so she runs after me.

We find Barry, and he eventually gives us back her top. She pulls it down snugly over her pussy, and most of the way over her ass. She's all lovey dovey now that she's covered, and admits being naked was a real rush, but she's glad she's covered. I don't have the heart to tell her that her top doesn't quite cover her pussy, and doesn't cover her ass at all, that she's really bottomless. It's better to let her have the illusion of being dressed. I rub her rumps, and she snuggles even more. I feel her pussy, which is sopping wet.

Not wanting to end our date so soon, we stopped at a local bar for dinner. I reminded her that she was still my slave for the rest of the day, and she responded by asking me to take it easy on her.

"I'm the one who will make the orders today," I say. "You can't tell me to take it easy on you."

"Sorry," she says.

"'Sorry' isn't good enough. You will need to be punished. Do you understand?"

Sara nods, tears welling up in her eyes. In a strange way, she was looking forward to the punishment, the more humiliating the better. Her pussy wells up with moisture at the thought of being publicly humiliated.

But this is a story for another time.

The Competition

Donna isn't too thin, although some say so. They're just jealous of her beauty, I think. She has almond-shaped eyes with sweeping eyelashes -- Guys melt when she bats them. She's not overly tall, but she projects a tall image.

Part of it is her shoes, always very classy. Part of it is her well-shaped legs, which Donna doesn't mind showing off. Sometimes she wears Daisy Dukes, which accentuate the tight roundness of her ass. Other times she wears skirts or dresses that just barely cover her ass, but she's not slutty -- she always wears panties, either bikini or thong style. Her hips aren't very wide, although her figure is a whole lot more feminine than "boyish". Her belly is flat and strong, from years of working out, no doubt. Her breasts aren't as big as she would like -- a size Donna calls an "A Plus" -- but they are as firm and tight as her ass. And being small that way pays off in another way: she can get away without wearing a bra most of the time. Donna doesn't seem to know it, but a big part of the reason all the guys find her so attractive is her perky nipples, which, on a cold day, stand a good half inch straight forward. One of the sexiest parts of a girl, Donna knows, isn't what you might think; it's her shoulders. Donna shows off her shoulders by wearing string tops and strapless tops.

This brings me back to her face, which is the most beautiful of any face that ever shone on the world. Her long brown hair is so dark it looks black. When she styles it, which is just about every day, her hair seems to have a life of its own, bouncing with gay abandon off her sexy shoulders. She walks in a head-up tits-forward way, and she never stops smiling. She's a happy girl.

So outstanding is Donna's beauty, and so long and sexy are her legs that it was natural that Tina would have noticed her. But while Donna always went for the sleek, sexy leggy kind of look, Tina went ultra-casual. Tina has striking blue eyes and short red hair. The short hairstyle looks good on her because she has a small, round face. She has a generally small frame, too, which makes it all the more striking that she wears extra-extra-large T-shirts as dresses. A big T-shirt on a little girl presents two problems: first, the neck hole is so big that the shirt slips down her chest. Luckily, Tina is well-enough endowed that the slippage ends long before wardrobe failure. The second problem is that the bottom of the T-shirt scrapes the ground, so she has to shorten it. She just cuts off her T-shirts with scissors to an "appropriate" length, which for Tina is more or less crotch level. It doesn't matter to Tina whether her shirt is slightly below crotch level or slightly above it, because she always wears panties. In fact, when she gets dressed in the morning, her panties are almost always visible, but as the day wears on, her shirt slips down, and she can't be bothered constantly pulling it back up around her shoulders.

One day, in Philosophy, a class Tina shared with Donna, the girls happened to sit next to each other, and Donna's dress was extra-sexy: A tight black strapless stretch-dress, which she had to keep pulling down so her panties didn't show. Tina watched as Donna sat carefully, to maintain modesty. This was the third or fourth meeting of Philosophy so far this semester, and Tina had finally built up the courage to speak to the gorgeous girl. "That's a beautiful dress," Tina said.

Donna smiled at Tina, and took in her oversized cut-off T-shirt and string bikini panties. She wanted to return the compliment, but she was at a loss. Several thoughts went through her mind. I like your panties? No. That is, she liked them -- she liked them quite a lot -- but the words wouldn't come out as a compliment. In the end, she said simply, "Thank you."

The professor was late, as usual, so there was nothing to do but sit and wait for him. The girls looked each other up and down. Tina said, "I have been admiring your legs."

Donna was taken aback. She didn't expect this kind of comment from a girl. Even so, she felt her pussy tighten in that warm way it does sometimes when she catches a boy admiring her. Fact is, she had noticed Tina's "T-shirt and Panties" look before. One day, Tina's shirt was so baggy that it slipped down to a point dangerously close to her nipples, and Tina didn't seem to notice at all. Donna separated her legs imperceptibly to relieve the pressure that was building up inside her pussy. She realized she hadn't replied to Tina's compliment. "Thanks," she said again.


"Do you think your dress is sexier than mine?" Tina asked, innocently.

There's no question Donna did, but it would be immodest to say so. "Well," she said, not knowing how to respond.

"I think we should have a competition," Tina said without waiting for Donna to complete her thought, "to see whose dress is sexier."

"How do you expect to--"

"We'll let the boys judge, They can vote." Tina said.

There were seven boys in the class, including me, so she just needed four votes to win. Donna was pretty confident her sexy shoes and tight dress would win out over Tina's baggy old shirt, so she started to warm up to the idea. Assuming she would win, she asked, "What do I get when I win?"

Without losing a beat, Tina said, "you get to keep your panties on."

The implication was clear: the loser strips off her panties. "Absolutely not!" Donna was firm, in two senses. She was resolute in wanting to keep her panties on, and her nipples were pushing mightily against the front of her tight little dress. As indignant as she was, the conversation was titillating her.

"Afraid of losing?" Tina asked, taunting her new friend.

Donna thought it over. Tina was right. She wouldn't lose. This was Donna's chance to teach Tina a lesson. And Tina had a whole lot more to lose than Donna -- her T-shirt barely covered any of her panties. Donna, on the other hand, could, in theory, lose her panties, and no one would ever know, because her dress was long enough (though barely) to cover her. "Not at all," Donna said simply.

"Well then, let's put it to a test."

Donna's pussy was gushing as she thought about Tina losing her panties after mounting this absurd challenge. "You're on," she said, surprising even herself.

Tina stood up, and tugged her shirt down off her shoulders so it covered her little panties. In a loud voice, she announced, "Donna has challenged me to a sexy dress competition, and the boys are judges!"

"I didn't challenge--" Donna protested, but Tina ignored her.

"The loser will have to take off her panties in front of the whole class, so you will know she is bottomless beneath her dress. We will take turns strutting our stuff in the front of the classroom, and then the boys will vote for the loser by secret ballet." She paused, and looked around the room. "Let's see," she said. "Who will hold the ballets?"

Crysta spoke up. "I'll hold them!" Everyone in the class turned to Crysta. She was wearing nothing but a shirt, which came several inches short of crotch-level -- so short, in fact, that when she stood up, it was clear that she was fully shaven.

"Good," Tina said, as she pulled her shirt down a little further. Then, she took off in a strutting manner, up and down the rows of desks, heedless that her shirt was slipping dangerously close to revealing her breasts. Then, as she passed one boy, she grabbed him by the ears, and pushed his face into her chest. Donna put her hand to her lips to hide the shock when she saw the widening circle of darkness in his pants, several inches north of his crotch. This would be a hard act to beat, she thought.

Now it was Donna's turn. She shrugged her shoulders several times to allow her stretchy dress to ride up to the danger level, although she was sure her panties were still covered. In her high-heel shoes, she looked like a supermodel as she strutted between the horny boys. She giggled like the schoolgirl she was when they patted her on the butt. She hoped it wasn't obvious, but she was getting really turned on by strutting this way. Emboldened by her reaction to their fondling, some of the boys reached under her dress. Donna even paused to let them feel the wetness between her legs. This would lock up the competition, she reasoned.

"Remember," Tina said, "you need to write down the name of the girl who is the *least* sexy -- the one who will have to take off her panties." The seven boys each wrote down a name. Crysta got up to collect the names. All eyes were on her as she read the names silently to herself. When she had read them, she smiled. Donna took this to mean that victory would be hers, and she relaxed. She was looking forward to seeing Tina's pussy.

Crysta assumed the role of an emcee, standing between the two competitors, and holding up their arms. "No matter who wins," she said magnanimously, "these girls are both winners in my book." This pronouncement was met with general hooting and hollering. "One of these girls is going to lose her panties," she continued. "But she won't lose them all at once." The class was silent, waiting to see what Crysta had in mind. "I'll read the votes one by one. Each time a vote goes against a girl, she will be forced to reveal a little bit. When the deciding vote is read, the loser's panties will finally hit the floor. OK, Donna?" Donna hesitated, then nodded. "OK, Tina?" Tina nodded enthusiastically.

Donna opened the first piece of paper. "Donna," it said. "Donna, you will need to reveal a little something." Donna had no idea what her bottomless friend was up to, so she just looked at her. "Donna, why don't you show us the panties you might have to take off later. Just lift your dress a little."

Donna lifted her dress gingerly, revealing a tiny bit of her satin panties, hoping this would be enough. It wasn't. Crysta wrenched her dress up above her belly button, and patted Donna on the back of her little panties. Donna covered her eyes in embarrassment while Tina laughed.

"Not so fast, Tina," Crysta said. "The next vote is for you." Tina lifted her shirt, but it was so baggy that it fell down again. Crysta read the next vote, "Tina again!" Donna was beaming now, because she was sure the rest of the votes would go her way. "Take off your top, Tina," commanded Crysta.

"That wasn't part of the deal," Tina complained. Crysta wasn't going to put up with any complaints, so she whipped the loose shirt off Tina's well-proportioned body, leaving her topless. Instinctively, she reached toward her breasts to cover them, but then changed her mind. She wouldn't be intimidated at this point, so she left her hands by her side, and let her high beams shine. Secretly, Tina was thankful for the tiny coverage afforded by her panties, and hoped the next vote would go her way. It did.

By this point, the girls each had two votes against them. Crysta lifted Donna's dress over her head, and left it there, blindfolding her. Tina complained right away. "Why does Donna get to keep her dress?"

"You can keep your dress on the same way, if you like." Crysta tied it around her head, blindfolding her, too, and leaving her somehow even more naked than before. "OK?" Crysta asked, in a mocking tone.

"Fine," Tina responded, muffled by the shirt wrapped around her head. Then, sure she would win the next three votes, Tina said defiantly, "read the next name".

Crysta said, "Before I read the next name, I want to tell you what will happen to the loser... You will walk, blindfolded by your dresses, among the desks, with your arms raised in the air, and each of your classmates will lower your panties a fraction of an inch. When you return, your panties will be around your thighs, revealing some or all of your pussy." The girls gulped. This is much more than they had bargained for. But Tina was pretty sure she wouldn't have to be subjected to the humiliation of having her panties lowered, so she waited patiently for her name. Crysta unfolded the paper and read the name: "Tina."

Tina gasped. Then she moved hesitatingly forward, and crashed into a desk. "Let me guide you," Crysta said. She placed her hand between Tina's legs, feeling her ass through her panties, and guided her. One by one, her classmates took liberties by feeling around inside her panties, and then pulling them down just a bit. By the time the back of her panties had been pulled completely off her ass, Crysta guided Tina by stroking her naked ass. By the time Tina returned to the front of the room, her panties where halfway to her knees, and her pussy was sopping wet. All the extracurricular touching had excited her against her will.

Crysta read the next name: "Donna". Then she made an announcement. "Now, Donna will need to have her panties lowered, but I want to make it interesting. So no one may use their hands. You may lower her panties using just your mouth. Grab them with your lips, tongue, and teeth, and pull them down. " Then she added with a giggle, "Try not to lick Donna's tender skin, though." Crysta guided Donna from desk to desk. The girls were all very gentle with Donna, lowering her panties just a little bit. But when the first boy grabbed ahold of her panties, he lowered them right to her knees. The rest of the boys just stroked her gently, kissed her pussy, and the like. When she came to me, I made her spread her legs apart and bend over, so I could lick her asshole -- I did it until she nearly came, and then I stopped just to tease her.

The girls resumed their places at the front of the room. Each girl had lost three times, and each girl stood blindfolded by her dress, and with her panties about her thighs. It was time for Crysta to read the final vote. She unfolded the paper, and had an attack of laughter. She took some time to compose herself, and then she finally read it. "Both girls," it said. Everyone was shocked. How would this be decided?

Crysta, it turns out, had a plan. "This was supposed to be a test to see which of you was sexier," she began. "And, it turns out you're so close to equally sexy, that the voting was tied." The class was paying her rapt attention. "So I have now devised a new test, called the 'time bomb' test."

"Oh, no," Donna said. She covered her pussy with her hands because she knew about this test. I knew about it, too, so I was ready. I knew what I would have to do to save Donna from the (further) humiliation of having to take off her panties in front of the whole class.

Crysta continued. "First, each of you will strip naked, but don't worry -- just temporarily, as a test of your sexiness." The girls took their dresses off their heads, and then slowly lowered their panties to the floor and stepped out of them. "Then, you will each be blindfolded by your panties," Crysta helped each girl position her panties over her head so they covered her eyes. Then, guiding them to chairs at the front of the room, she continued. "Then, facing away from the class, you will bend over these chairs, separate your legs, and wait."

The girls assumed their positions, their cute little asses facing the class.

Crysta gently guided the girls' legs apart, until their assholes and pussies were fully exposed. "Can I have a boy volunteer?"

This was my queue. I stood up, hoping no one would notice the tent in my pants.

"Excellent," Crysta continued. "You will enter each girl just once, alternating until you cum." Tina gasped when she caught on that she was about to be raped. Turning to me, Crysta said, "You may pick the girl you feel is sexier to start with, and when you cum, the girl you are in -- or the girl you were in most recently -- is the winner."

That makes sense, I thought. The sexier girl is the one that makes a boy cum first. Crysta squeezed a good amount of K-Y jelly into her hands, and rubbed it all over each girl's asshole and pussy while I stood behind Donna and unzipped my pants. I tried to get my dick out, but it was too hard, and besides, I was worried the grease all over Donna's butt would get on my pants, so I pulled them down. Soon I forgot all about modesty as I contemplated Donna's glorious bottom. I rubbed the tip of my dick against her asshole, and then under it to her vagina, but I didn't go in either one. I pushed it past her vagina, and between her lips, teasing her clitoris. Meanwhile, I stroked her breasts, belly with my hands. I worked my way down to her smooth pubic mound -- not even stubble, because she'd had her muff permanently removed. Finally, when I sensed Donna was as close to cumming as I was, I made my move. I pushed my dick into her asshole, and fingered her clit so we would cum together. Donna came alright, but she pushed me out of her asshole before I came.

Crysta was watching closely, and saw I didn't cum yet, so she directed me to Tina, who had been waiting patiently with mixed emotions. On one hand, she hoped I would cum inside Donna, so she wouldn't have to be raped herself, but then on the other hand, Donna would be the winner and Tina would lose her panties.

I wanted Donna to win, so I would need to go in and out of Tina, and save myself for Donna. That was my plan. I stood behind her, and bent my knees, so my dick would be at her pussy level, and slid into her pussy. Tina's pussy was tight. It really felt good. I was thinking to myself, "I will not cum, I will not cum" when she reached behind herself, and grabbed my ass, shoving my dick into her that much harder. Then she clamped down on me with her pussy -- I had never fucked a girl with such a strong pussy before! All of a sudden, her pussy started pulsing rhythmically, as if it was sucking the juice right out of me. She started screaming. She was cumming, and she wouldn't let me go! I tried to pull out, but it was no use. She was too much for me, and I came inside her. I gave in to the impulse, and fucked her like a dog until I was dry.

"Sorry, Donna," Crysta said. "But it seems that Tina won the competition." I pulled my pants up, and went back to my seat. Crysta took the panties off the girls' heads, and laid them on the podium. Tina fetched her dress, and was about to put it on, when the professor finally walked into the room. Tina was so surprised she sat in her seat, and draped her T-shirt over her lap. Donna sat down stark naked.

Looking about the room, the professor was angry. "Girls," he said in a disappointed tone. He held up the clothes that had been left on the podium -- two pairs of panties. "Whose are these?"

When Tina stood up to claim her panties, her dress slid off her lap and onto the floor. "Sorry," was all she could think to say. Donna was about to get up to claim her panties, but Crysta reminded her she lost them fair and square. So Crysta claimed them as if they were her own. The professor looked her up and down, and then gave her the panties. "They're so cold -- why'd you have to get them so wet?" Crysta whispered to her naked friend as she put them on.