Richard Hertz 

Bathing Suit

Here's a sexy bathing suit for a girl to wear on "one item" day -- it could be argued that since the top and bottom of this bathing suit are connected, they count as one item. What's your opinion?

Bikini7301.jpg

Bikini7302.jpg

Orientation

Part of the freshman orientation program is to introduce the freshmen girls to the upperclassmen. This is a tradition that carries back to the early days of the College, to both humiliate the girls and entertain the other students.

The girls are never told in advance about this, so they don't have a chance to run away. In the evening, just before dinner on the first day of classes, all the freshmen girls are gathered together in the Great Hall of the Student Center. The Dean talks for a while about the Dress Code and other dull administrative matters, and then he tells the girls to pass their clothes to the center aisle where they will be collected. The girls sit in stunned silence. The Dean loves this part. They're all going to get naked -- it's inevitable -- but they all fight it to the bitter end.

He likes to start the party going by picking on one girl -- the primest most proper girl in the audience. "Mary Brown," he will call. Silence. "Mary, I know you're here. Please come up onto the stage." Slowly, a girl will rise. She's wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans. She steps up onto the stage. "Mary, would you like to get naked?" She doesn't answer. "Take off your shirt," he says. Mary doesn't do it. She starts to whimper. This is the part the Dean likes best. He calls the bouncers to the stage -- big burly guys -- one of whom restrains Mary, and the other rips off her shirt, buttons flying to the floor. "Mary, what did I just say about bras?" Again, Mary is silent. "Come on, Mary. You know what I said, what is it?"

Mary whimpers, "Bras aren't allowed?"

"That's right, Mary. I was very clear about the Dress Code, and I see you've decided to completely ignore it!"

"I'm sor-r-y," she stammers.

"Take it off, Mary."

"Please, no," she begs.

"We don't have all day," says the Dean. "Boys, help Mary unhook her bra. She seems to be having a little trouble with it." Before the boys could manhandle her again, though, she manages to take it off. Her breasts are good sized, and quite firm, with erect nipples.

"Would you like to take off your blue jeans now?"

Mary shakes her head. The dean just looks over at the bouncers, but says nothing. Mary gets the hint and takes off her jeans, revealing a pair of silky bikini panties, barely big enough to cover her cute ass. The bouncers take her jeans away, leaving her shivering on stage in her panties.

"Now's the time we've all been waiting for, Mary. We want to see whether you have any pubic hair. Do you remember what the Dress Code says about pubic hair?"

"Yes," said Mary, "It's not allowed."

"Very good," says the Dean, in the manner of a first grade teacher who finally dragged a factoid out of his slow student. "Please let us see if you've been a good girl and shaved."

"Please," says Mary. But the Dean doesn't show any mercy. Mary lowers her panties just a little, but not enough for the audience to see if she's fully shaved.

Finally the Dean does show a tiny bit of mercy. "OK, Mary," he says, "I see you've suffered enough. Everyone give Mary a big round of applause." The crowd claps. "Mary, you can go and sit down, now."

Mary straightens up her panties, and all eyes follow her as she sits down. "Now, Mary," says the Dean. I want you to pass your panties to the center aisle, please.

Mary thought she was off the hook, but apparently it wasn't to be. But at least she didn't have to strip in front of everyone. She looked around like a caged animal, and then realized no one would come to her rescue. So she stripped off her panties, and passed them to the next girl, and the next, all the way to the center aisle. Mary sat naked, her arms folded over her breasts, while the eyes of the audience darted from Mary to the Dean and back to Mary. Finally, the Dean said, "I'm sorry, Mary, I forgot one thing, could you come up here again, please." Now she was naked so she really didn't want to get up, but she felt compelled to obey. She made her way as modestly as possible to the stage, hands over her pussy. The Dean said, "Mary, the girls deserve to see whether you followed the Dress Code."

"I followed the Dress Code," Mary said.

"Lift your hands," he said.

Mary turned around, and lifted her hands.

"Now, with your hands high in the air," said the Dean, "Face the audience to show them how to follow the Dress Code."

Slowly, Mary turned around, and sure enough, she was fully shaved. The audience broke into spontaneous applause, and Mary put her hands down.

"Did I say you could put your hands down?" asked the Dean.

She shot her hands back into the air. "Please," she begged.

Ignoring her plea, the Dean said, "Keep your hands in the air, and sit down." Then he whispered something to her. She whispered back to him, and he nodded.

Mary returned to her seat like a prisoner, her hands high in the air. The girls followed her all the way, taking note of her beautiful breasts, flat belly, round ass, and hairless pussy. She took her seat, and kept her hands in the air. All eyes remained on Mary as she started breathing heavily. She looked like she was gathering the courage to say something. Then she slowly parted her legs, causing her pussy to open up like a flower. She seemed very excited.

"Now you may lower your hands, Mary. Good girl."

Mary remained seated with her hands at her sides, her legs apart, and her pussy fully engorged, moist and pink.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" asked the Dean. A few girls laughed. "Who would like to be next?"

One or two girls got the hint, and started stripping, passing their clothes to the center aisle. Soon, other girls followed suit. Some of the girls thought it would be OK to leave their panties on, but then they saw other girls getting completely naked, and so they reluctently took off their panties and passed them along. Soon, the center aisle was full of clothes, and all the girls were naked.

"That's better," said the Dean. Now, I want to re-emphasize some things about our Code of Conduct. I know you girls are naked, and I see a few of you are getting excited. That's natural, but it is against the Code of Conduct. So try not to get excited. A good way to avoid that is to spread your legs apart, to take the pressure off your little pussies. Go ahead and do that, now." The Dean waited while all the girls spread their legs apart, each girl's knees touching those of the girl sitting next to her. "That's good," he continued. "I see that some of you have your hands in your lap. I want to remind you that masturbating in public is strictly prohibited. It's hard to resist the urge, especially when you're excited, I know, but you must resist that urge. But you will be glad to know that touching the exposed skin of another girl is not prohibited. So I would like each of you to put your hands in the lap of the girl next to you." Again, he waited, while the girls very tentatively laid their hands in each others' laps. "I want to teach you the Golden Rule: touch your neighbor exactly as you would touch yourself if you were masturbating. In this way, you all have the opportunity to experience the same pleasure, but without violating the Code of Conduct."

The Dean watched with enjoyment as the girls began fondling each other. One by one, the girls began having orgasms. Some were very quiet; others were not so controlled. "Remember, girls," said the Dean over their sex noises, "you are required to avoid masturbating, but you are permitted to touch another girl whenever you like." Then he added, "And try to avoid becoming excited, if at all possible."

After all the girls had an opportunity to bring their neighbors to orgasm, the Dean concluded his address. "Your clothes will be donated to a worthy charity. Spend the rest of the evening nude, which is your way of identifying youself as a freshman girl. Feel free to go to dinner at the dining hall, or even off campus to a restaurant or movie theater. You'll find that everyone is familiar with our ritual, and they will be happy to welcome you to the College."

Naked Girls

Tentatively, the naked girls returned their hands to their own laps, got up from their seats, and poked their heads out of the doors, holding each others' hands for courage. One by one, the naked girls spilled out into the evening dusk, ready to face an evening without clothing. Each girl took comfort in knowing the other girls were just as naked.

Bikini Dare

Alice and Audrey were having an argument. "I bet you wouldn't dare let me pull your bikini down in public," Alice said.

"I sure would," Audrey countered, "and I wouldn't mind it at all, because I'll just keep my cheeks together, and no one will see a thing".

"Well let's go outside in our bikinis then, and see if you have the nerve!"

BikiniDare01.jpg

"Not so fast," said Audrey. "I know I have the nerve, but how about you? I think you're chicken!"

"I am not! I'll let you pull mine down every bit as far as I pull yours down."

BikiniDare02a.jpg
BikiniDare02b.jpg

With that, the two girls stood outside their dorm, and each one lowered the other's bikini just a little bit.

"Ready to quit yet?" Alice taunted, and lowered Audrey's bikini another inch.

Audrey lowered Alice's biknin another two inches. "Hey, that's not fair!" each girl said as the other tugged on her bikini. Before long, their asses were fully uncovered, and people passing by the dorm were enjoying the show, even though the girls were doing a good job keeping their cheeks together.

After a minute of this, the girls started challenging each other to spread their legs farther apart. Soon Alice found it impossible to keep her cheeks tight over her asshole, and had to feel the shame of letting the audience peek at her privates. This had gone much farther than she had intended, but she was intent on showing that she wasn't a chicken. Meanwhile, some of the boys had brought out lawn chairs, and sat down to watch the girls argue.

BikiniDare03.jpg

It wasn't long before the girls started pushing each other down, each one forcing the other to bend over, giving the boys an excellent view. Both girls were mortified to be showing their privates to so many cheering boys, but neither one would give up. Before it ended, the girls had stripped off each other's bottoms, and flung them to the eager boys. They spread their legs as far as they would go, and bent over completely, looking between their legs at the boys who were hooting and hollering at their exquisite anal beauty.

Banana

The banana challenge is to peel a banana and insert it vaginally without using any artificial lubricant. It's harder than you think: bananas aren't very strong, so if the girl isn't naturally lubricated, she'll have trouble stuffing it in. The trick is to get yourself fully lubricated and to lick the banana all over before beginning the insertion.

Here's a girl, up for the challenge. To begin, it's important to wear a miniskirt, and of course, no panties. Since panties can't be worn, it's important that the skirt be long enough for the girl to be fully decent, because -- did I forget to tell you? -- after the banana goes in, it stays in until Brian decides to go and get it. More about that later.

Banana01.jpg

First, in front of all the onlookers, she lubricates her pussy. Some girls find it embarrassing to masturbate in front of an audience, but that's OK. If a girl finds that sort of embarrassment exciting, she can use it to help her lubricate. Spreading her legs wide to relax her pussy, she begins inserting the banana. It helps to use two hands, one to push the banana in, and the other to massage her vaginal area, to keep the lubrication coming.

Banana02.jpg

Gentle side-to-side motion is the best way to get it in. Too much pressure and the banana will self-destruct, making it much harder to stuff it in.

Banana03.jpg

Having fully inserted the banana, it's best to leave your legs apart for a while to avoid accidentally expelling it. Keep in mind that you and your banana will become good friends over the next few hours, until Brian decides you've had enough and he goes and gets it. Since you're wearing a miniskirt, it's understandable that you would want to close your legs, but hold off on that temptation for a few minutes, until the banana gets fully gooey inside you. Then you can gradually close your legs, and you may begin walking, and generally going about your normal business. You should keep your pussy relaxed at all times to avoid expelling any of the goo. If you feel some goo start to come out, you must stand up, and let it dribble down your leg. You may not wipe it or eat it -- that's Brian's job. Eventually, Brian will see that you've had enough time with your banana, and besides, he might just get hungry. When that happens, he will relieve you of your banana by putting his mouth over your vagina, and sucking it out. You can help him by contracting your vagina and pushing out the goo.

Banana04.jpg

The girl pictured in this story had a heck of a time with her banana, having to stand several times and let the brownish goo run down her leg. She begged Brian to take it from her, and he agreed on the condition that she strip naked first. She said that wasn't part of the deal, but she agreed to take off her shirt. She wanted to keep her little black skirt on, though, so she wouldn't be completely naked. (Quite a few girls go topless, so that wouldn't be so bad, she reasoned.) At first Brian agreed, so she took off her top. He made her throw it out in the trash so she couldn't change her mind. But then he changed his mind and told her she had to take off her skirt, too. Finally, she saw she didn't have any choice, so she took off her skirt, with goo running down her leg the whole time. Since she was naked, she attracted an awful lot of attention, and people were fascinated to see her leaking pussy. Brian told her he would suck it out of her in a few minutes, but she had to keep begging. He made her stand in the public square outside the cafeteria and beg at the top of her lungs for him to suck the banana out of her. A huge crowd gathered, watching her try to hold the gooey banana inside her while she bellowed her pleas. Finally, he let her lie down on the grass with her legs as wide apart as they would go. He waited while everyone got a good view, and then he went to work on her. First, licking her clitoris, and all around her lips, he got her good and excited. Her juices intermingled with the banana goo, which bubbled out of her pussy like a fountain, and slid down her perineum to her asshole. Still lying on her back, he made her raise her butt high in the air, and he licked the banana goo off her asshole. As more goo bubbled out, he gobbled it up. He let her push it out of her, and kept licking. She forgot all about the spectators, and just reveled in the enjoyment of being licked all under. She came in a spectacular wave of orgasms, and still the banana kept coming out of her. Brian kept licking for what seemed like an hour, and at the same time, it seemed like just a minute, as she had orgasm after orgasm.

When he finished eating, he took her hand, and helped her stand. She was a bit wobbly at first, exhausted from so many climaxes. The crowd applauded to show their appreciation for such good entertainment.

Crysta's Plane Trip

As she was climbing the stairs of her dorm for the first time, a boy opened the door and fell into step behind her. She instinctively tugged on her minidress in an effort to cover herself. In the back of her mind, she knew she wasn't wearing any panties, but she was convinced her dress was sufficiently long to cover her. The stairs were about the only place where she felt vulnerable, but, oh well, if that boy wants to look up at me, let him. There's nothing I can do about it now. Still, she moistened at the thought of being so exposed, and she thought back to her plane ride, and all that happened on her trip...

She was so excited to be leaving home for the first time, and going away to college. Even though it was late August, the weather had already turned very cold where she lived. She was looking forward to the warm weather at college. She packed all her clothes, her computer, and a few pictures and trinkets to decorate her dorm room into just two suitcases and a carry-on bag. (It helped that her clothes were all very skimpy, and she didn't pack any underwear!) She saved her best micro-minidress to wear on the plane -- her first really short dress, coming down exactly to crotch level, that she bought when she was fourteen. Now here she was, nearly nineteen, and the dress still fit her, and although it didn't quite reach her crotch any more, it still covered her hips nicely, and most of her ass. Crysta still believed that only a little bit of each cheek was visible below the dress. But her dad took one look at her as she was getting ready to leave, and made her put on a pair of panties. She complained that she didn't have any panties that go with the dress, and that panties would actually make the dress look shorter, because they would always be on display. But her dad wasn't buying any of it. She sighed and put on a pair of silky white bikini panties to shut him up, but they stuck out like a sore thumb. They felt uncomfortable, and she knew they looked silly. Everyone would be staring at her panties, and she just hated that.

She got to the airport, and checked in her suitcases. Then she went to the gate and waited for her plane, and shivered in the cold waiting room. There was another girl, about her age, waiting for the same flight. Crysta envied her warm winter jacket. It was white, with fluffy white fringe, caressing her face and hips. Her thoughts were interrupted by the boarding call. The girl in the jacket stood up, and got in line. As she fell in line behind her, Crysta noticed the girl's ass was fully visible below the bottom of the jacket, and figured she must be wearing a minidress that got bunched up inside her jacket. "Let me help you," Crysta said to the girl. She reached inside her jacket, feeling for her dress, so she could smooth it out, and cover her pretty ass. Soon it became apparent to Crysta that the girl had nothing on under her jacket! When she got to the front of the line with her boarding pass, the attendant told her she was limited to one carry-on item. She held up her one bag, and said "I know. I just have the one bag." The attendant said jackets count as carry-on items, because most people take off their jackets and stow them. There just isn't enough room on the plane, the attendant said, for all the jackets as well as all the other carry-on items. "But I promise to keep it on," she said. The attendant shook her head. The line came to a complete stop as the girl was unwilling to part with either her bag or her jacket. Crysta whispered to the girl, "Is there enough room in your bag to put your jacket?" The girl was stunned by the question, but smiled when she caught on: if she took off her jacket and stuffed it in the bag, then she would have only one carry-on. Her smile turned to a frown, though, when she realized she would have to get naked to use this trick. People in line started calling out with complaints, which put a lot of pressure on the girl. Finally, she decided she would have to do what Crysta suggested. She took off her jacket, and bent over to stuff it in the bag. Crysta felt bad for the girl, because her pussy was fully on display as she bent over, so she helped. Together, the girls finally managed to get the bag closed, and the attendant let the girl go. Crysta watched with admiration as the naked girl walked down the jetway. The attendant grabbed Crysta's boarding pass, scanned it, and let her go, too. Crysta stepped onto the plane. "Seat 7A," she read to herself as she scanned the overhead row numbers. She passed the leather seats in rows 1, 2, and 3, and then came the cloth seats. When she came to row 7, she was amazed to see the naked girl in seat 7B. As Crysta put her bag in the overhead bin, the girl started to get up. "That's OK," Crysta said. "I'll just climb over you." The girl sat down, and Crysta made her way to her seat, and sat down.

"I'm having a bad day," the girl said to Crysta. "I didn't expect to be naked on the plane."

"Why don't you put on your jacket, now that you made it past the gate Nazi?" Crysta asked.

"Because the flight attendant took my bag when I got on. She said it was too big to fit overhead, and she would keep it up front with her."

"Can't you ask her to get your jacket out?"

"I did, but she told me to be patient, and she would help me as soon as everyone is on board."

The girls fell silent for a minute. As the last passenger filed past the naked girl, she relaxed a bit. The flight attendant closed the door and started her announcements. Maybe there's a blanket in the bin that I can use to cover myself, thought the girl. She stood up, and got into the aisle, upstaging the flight attendant who was in the midst of demonstrating the proper fastening of the seat belt. A collective gasp was heard as the passengers caught sight of the naked girl. The flight attendant interrupted her spiel, and made a bee line for the girl. "You must sit down and fasten your seat belt," she said.

"But I was just looking for..."

"Right away!" the flight attendant said.

The girl plopped her naked butt back into the seat. "I need a hug," she said. Crysta obliged, hugging, and then gently kissing the girl's soft, naked body. She seemed to enjoy the hugging and kissing, relaxing visibly as Crysta carressed her body. The girl didn't flinch as Crysta gently pinched the girl's nipples, making them into little hard-ons, a sure sign of a free spirit. She spread her legs apart, which might be a signal that no parts of the girl's body were off limits, Crysta thought. To find out, she gently stroked the girl's inner thighs, working her way closer to her shaved pussy. The girl leaned back and spread her legs wider -- a definite signal. Crysta obliged, teasing the girl relentlessly before finally stroking her glistening pussy.

"Would you like a blanket?" asked the flight attendant.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" said the girl as she came, oblivious to the flight attendant. Nonetheless, she took it as an answer to her question, and dropped a blanket on the girl's lap. With the excitement of being naked on the plane, and then being brought to orgasm by her seat-mate, the girl snuggled up inside the blanket, and fell asleep, leaving Crysta to her own devices. She picked up the in-flight magazine, and pretended to read it, but when she looked down at her lap, all she could see were her stupid panties. She hated them! She put the magazine back in the pocket, and tried to pull her dress down over her panties. She stared out the window to pass the time until the captain turned off the "seatbelt" sign. Feeling antsy, she got up to stretch her legs. Where can you walk on a plane? Only one place -- the john. She didn't have to go, but she headed back there, anyway. She felt so silly wearing her panties, knowing every single passenger could see them as she passed. She went into the john and closed the door, thinking how much she wished her panties would just disappear! That can be arranged, she thought, as she took them off. On a whim, she put them in the toilet and flushed. She watched as the blue liquid soaked into her panties and pushed them down the hatch. Like that, they were gone. Then came the realization that the minidress that fit her so perfectly when she was fourteen was at least three or four inches too short today. Oh my God, what did I do? she asked herself. I'm friggin' bottomless! She looked into the toilet, as if some magic would bring her panties back. Then she looked into the tiny mirror in the john to see if by some miracle, her dress would suddenly cover her. She felt the back of her dress, and realized for the first time that it didn't cover any of her ass. Not any of it. She felt the top of her butt crack, and the bottom of her dress -- that's how far it reached. She looked down at her lap. There was a good inch or two of skin above her pussy that was completely exposed beneath the dress. Oh, fuck, she thought. I might as well be naked, like the poor girl in seat 7B. Gradually, the realization set in that she would have to get out of the john, and make her way back to her seat, with everyone looking at her. She thought about it carefully. When she passed each person, they would realize she was bottomless, and look at her butt. But they wouldn't see anything, because she would keep her legs together. Only the people in front of her would have a chance to see her pussy, but they wouldn't look at her until she passed them. So she was safe! Now was the time to act. She opened the door to the john, and started walking up to her seat. But she didn't plan on the cart, that was blocking the aisle! The flight attendant told her to step into seat 23D, which she did, her naked ass in a guy's face, while she moved the cart past that row. She made it back to her seat without any further incident, and let out a sigh of relief as she sat down.

The naked girl stirred in her sleep, and snuggled up to Crysta, resting her hand between Crysta's legs. Crysta returned the favor, lifting the blanket to gently stroke her belly as she drifted off to sleep, too. The girls were awakened by the pilot's voice over the speakers, saying they would land in fifteen minutes. The flight attendant asked the naked girl for her blanket, so she could verify her seat belt was properly fastened. Still sleepy, she gave it up without a fight. Maybe she forgot she was naked, Crysta thought. Or maybe she's just used to being naked by now.

After the plane landed, Crysta confided in the naked girl, "I feel so stupid. I flushed my panties down the toilet, and now I'm bottomless. I feel so embarrassed now, I wish I had my panties back."

The girl looked at Crysta's lap, and said "Don't be silly. Your dress is long enough you don't really need panties." Was it wrong to lie in order to save someone's feelings? She didn't think so.

Crysta was relieved. "Really?" she said.

"Of course," the girl said earnestly. "Here, let me help you." She reached over to straighten the hem of Crysta's dress. "Lean forward." Crysta obliged. The naked girl pulled the hem gently forward and gave it a little tug so it rested ever so gently on Crysta's thighs. "There," she said, with a look of satisfaction. "You're fully covered."

"What about when I stand up?" Crysta asked.

"You'll be fine, trust me." said the girl. And Crysta did. The naked girl's steadfast assurances did their job. In spite of Crysta's manifest lack of panties, she had been convinced that her privates were fully covered, so great was the power of positive thinking. It was as if the girl had hypnotized Crysta into believing her dress was several inches longer than it really was.

The captain turned off the seatbelt sign. The naked girl stepped first into the aisle so Crysta could get out. Crysta got up, and reached into the overhead bin to retrieve her bag, oblivious to the fact that raising both arms caused her little dress to hike up far above her lovely ass, and as her legs were slightly parted for better stability, her fellow passengers were treated to an extraordinary glimpse of Crysta's pinkness. Apart from a tiny twinge of doubt, Crysta was convinced her dress covered her, and so she acted in a completely natural and nonchalant way, taking her time to rummage through the bin until she found her bag. She whispered to the naked girl, "I don't feel my dress agasint my butt." She whispered back, "You're covered down to here," and ran her finger across Crysta's cheeks, just below her asshole. This was a complete lie, of course, but Crysta believed the girl. Then she stepped into the aisle behind the naked girl, and waited her turn to get off the plane.

Crysta walked through the airport with the naked girl. "Are you going to be OK?"

"Oh sure," she said casually. She noticed how Crysta was looking her up and down. "Oh, you mean am I OK, being NAKED."

Crysta winced when she said NAKED so loud. "Yes!" Crysta whispered.

The girl laughed. "I suppose I'm numb to it by now. But you're right. I should put something on."

"It's a little too hot for your jacket," Crysta said, recalling how she stuffed her jacket into her bag to get on the plane.

Just then, the girls passed a gift store. She tried on a girl's fitted t-shirt that looked really nice on her, but it only covered her top. And there didn't seem to be any pants or skirts in the store. Then she saw the same shirt in a men's "large", and tried it on. It was really baggy, but it covered her almost down to her knees. It was a tough choice. A pretty shirt that leaves her bottomless, or a not-so-pretty shirt that covers her cute butt. Ultimately, pretty won. She paid for her shirt, and put it on. It was snug and sexy on her, and she felt good in it, even though it covered no further than her belly button. "At least now I can sit in a restaurant, and I'll look fully dressed to most of the people who see me."

"That's true," Crysta agreed. Then she got the hint. "Did you want to get a bite to eat?" The girl nodded. With that, the two girls walked with their arms around each other's waists. Crysta let her hand "accidentally" slip to the girl's naked buttocks, which she didn't seem to mind.

"There it is," said the girl. It was a bar that had a little Pizza Hut inside it. They found a booth by the window. The girl sat first, and then Crysta sat next to her. Crysta tried to sit on the back of her dress to hold it in place, but it just wasn't long enough, so she let it slide up her back, and enjoyed the feeling of her naked ass against the seat. The girls snuggled up to each other, and let their naked legs touch, each resting a hand in the other's crotch while they waited for the waitress to take their order.

"It feels so good to have clothes on again," the girl said. And having you next to me is so nice. Not only do you shield me from prying eyes, but you're soft and snuggly, which I'm really starting to like.

"Thank you," said Crysta. "And you do look good in clothes," and then she added hastily, "not that you looked bad naked!" The girls laughed. They agreed that it had been a truly wonderful plane trip. Crysta had started feeling so awkward about her panties, and then horror at having flushed them down the toilet. Then this girl eased her mind, giving Crysta a special power of self-delusion she never knew she had. This power of self-delusion is one that Crysta would carry with her for the rest of her college career, enabling her to parade around campus essentially bottomless, while all the time believing she was fully covered.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Did you enjoy this story? Tell me about it: dickhurt69@hotmail.com

Backlighting

There's something about backlighting that makes a girl more beautiful, don't you think?

Backlight a
Backlight b

Nude Beach

At the beach, girls wear next to nothing, so they're practically naked as it is. I mean, truthfully what does a thong hide? The string that goes between her cheeks doesn't even cover her asshole. For that, she needs to remember to keep her cheeks together. And the little tops the girls wear? They just cover her nipples, and if she's the least bit cold, her nipples will stand out against the thin fabric, revealing their shape anyway. And the camel-toe in front might as well come out of hiding.

If anything, the bathing suits girls wear just draw attention to their naked bodies underneath.

Here's a girl who is, in my opinion, a tad bit more decent than one wearing a microminimus bikini from Wicked Weasel. When she's lying down on her front, she keeps her legs together, more or less (the requirements of tanning preclude bringing them right together) which completely hides her asshole from public view, every bit as well (and then some) as a thong bikini, as you can see:

Nude Beach 1

When she gets up, she keeps her legs together, as you can see, which completely hides her privates from view. Her breasts hang down, lying in shadow, so they can't be seen either:

Nude Beach 2

Now, preparing to lie on her back, she faces the fact that her breasts will be on public view, but having shaved her pussy, there is nothing there to see, her pussy fully covered by its lips. So she takes comfort in knowing that only her top is available for viewing, with the rest of her nicely covered. So she's not really naked, is she? Not at all; she's just topless.

Nude Beach 3

Now, lying back, comfortable in the knowledge that her shaved pussy is snugly covered by her lips, she allows her legs to separate.

Nude Beach 4

In this position, she dreams of her friend getting up from his position next to her, and resting his hand between her supple thighs, and gently stroking her fully covered vagina. Once moist, she separates her legs just slightly more, allowing her lips to retract, and her moist inner skin to shine through. The dream is enough to let her fall into a deeply pleasant sleep, with her moistness the only outward sign of her pleasure.

Exhibitionism, Crysta Style

There's a subtlety to Crysta's style of exhibitionism that deserves a word or two of explanation. You see, she craves public exposure and the humiliation that brings, but can never be seen as actively seeking such things, finding it more exciting for her partial nudity and resulting humiliation to appear "accidental".

By allowing herself to be discovered "accidentally" to be underdressed, Crysta lets the hapless witnesses feel a sense of shame for having peeked under her dress even as Crysta feels a tingly sense of shame at having her privates seen in this way.

Crysta seeks this form of exhibitionism / humiliation for the sexual charge it gives her whenever she's "discovered". But her behavior has an even subtler side: instead of setting out underdressed, she somehow gets caught up in situations that force her to reveal her (or her close friend Donna's) goodies to public view in a way lets her appear completely innocent. But innocent she is not -- she knows exactly what she's doing, and how far she's willing to go, and then ends up going just a little further in pursuit of her own humiliation.

Donna, meanwhile, admires just about everything about Crysta, and wishes she could be "free" like Crysta. To some extent, Crysta brings Donna along as her protégée, and to a greater extent, Crysta uses Donna, forcing her into humiliating situations (such as partial or full public nudity) for Crysta's own entertainment. There's only one thing more beautiful to Crysta than Donna naked, and that's Donna naked, sexually excited, and humiliated by her nakedness and even more humiliated by her own obvious excitement! In this way, Crysta awakens a powerful latent sexual energy in Donna, who reaches heights of excitement she never thought possible.

Crysta and Donna

This is the story of a pair of college roommates, different as night and day.

At almost nineteen, Crysta has developed beautifully, with full feminine curvature. Her hair is strawberry-blonde, her eyes are a striking green. She has a gorgeous golden bronze tan, completely free from tan lines, from years of sunbathing in her back yard, much to the fascination of the neighborhood boys, whom she pretended not to notice as they snuck peeks at her from her neighbors' back yards. Crysta has a playful streak, and nudity has always been a big part of that, but there's more to it: She's a bit of an exhibitionist, but she's careful not to get caught (though not always successful in that regard). She understands the human mind to a depth that belies her youth, using others' hang-ups against them, delighting in the looks of surprise and embarrassment that flicker across the faces of the people who see her "accidental" exposures. Although she seems free with her body, she's a little self-conscious of her huge boobs, a fact she keeps secret, even from her closest friends.

Donna is about six inches taller than Crysta, with long brown hair, and bright blue eyes. She's very thin, which makes her medium-sized breasts look bigger than they really are. She was always a sharp dresser from the time she was a little girl. Everything fits, matches, and accessorizes perfectly, and now that she's eighteen, her model's body is the perfect venue for her to show off her fashion sense.

Bottoms01a.jpg

The girls hit it off from the day they met, having been assigned to the same dorm room. Crysta admired Donna's stunning beauty, and Donna admired Crysta's carefree attitude toward nudity, although the thought of letting anyone see her own intimate areas fills Donna with a strange combination of dread and tingly excitement. Donna wants to be seduced by those tingles of exhibitionism, and Crysta very much wants to help her show herself publicly, but Donna's shy nature is a strong impediment to expressing her budding urges. Still, the girls enjoy the natural intimacy of physical contact, always putting their arms around each other, hugging and carressing each other, even in public settings. From that moment when they met, the girls knew in their hearts that this year would be fun, as these stories will attest.

What the girls couldn't know, even in their wildest imagination, was the strikingly bizarre Dress Code at the College. The Dean's crazy idea is that wearing short dresses is enabled by panties -- girls don't mind wearing short dresses as long as they can rely on their panties to cover them. So the Dress Code outlaws panties in hopes of forcing girls to wear longer dresses. To make sure girls go commando, public inspections are held, but the inspections end up humiliating the very girls who try hardest to follow the rules.

With the backdrop of the girls' newfound freedom, the strange Dress Code, their natural sexual curiosity, and their budding exhibitionist tendencies the stage is set for a challenging and exciting year on their own at the College.

[b]        []    []    []    []   TABLE OF CONTENTS   []    []    []    [][/b]

Donna and Crysta's First Day was full of surprises. The last thing they expected was to be naked in each others' arms by nightfall.

The Murphy Ranch is where wet dreams come true, at least for the horny old men who buy "servants". In this multi-part story, Donna wants to earn some extra money during the winter break, but maybe this time she bit off more than she can chew.

Muff Day is coming soon -- a special day when girls parade their muffs about campus, using them in accordance with the Dress Code, in place of a bottom.

[b]Brand New! REUNION: Donna and Crysta reunite after a long summer apart.[/b] The beginning of their second year at the College starts with a BANG, so to speak, as Donna describes her summer vacation!

[b]New! Very short story, very amazing! GIRL STRIPPED BY TREE![/b]

Donna is worried about a Mass Inspection in which girls wearing only t-shirts are required to hang on monkey bars until they drop -- and then it starts getting unpleasant for them.

True story: Tourists

Pictorial: Sorry, Black Pants Aren't Allowed will be especially interesting if you enjoy bottomless girls -- especially, girls who are forced to go bottomless, even though they would rather keep themselves covered up.

It's a dreary Saturday, so what should the girls do? Get half-naked and have a day out, that's what! But it's the last thing Donna wants to do. With the Dress Code Inspectors gone for the weekend, she was looking forward to snuggling into some clothes, and enjoy the day without worrying who's looking between her legs. Unfortunately, Crysta has other ideas, and somehow she seems to always get her way.

Donna recounts the story of two poor girls who were punished in math class first for not knowing the sine and cosine rules, and then for stripping each other two slowly. The sadest part of their ordeal is that the teacher made them bring each other to orgasm, in violation of the Code of Conduct which forbids public displays of sexual excitement, so they were punished yet again after class. And the punishment for public wetness is rape, which is fitting because girls who appear this way in public are "asking for it".

Sometimes, girls just want to tell their story, and we're here to help. This adorable, shy girl tells her story of a group job interview for girls in which they were asked to show how badly they wanted the job. For some girls, the process was stressful and even humiliating, but for others, it turned out to be a rewarding experience.

Bottomless Dare -- Donna is pretty sure Crysta won't go through with her end of the bargain, which is good news for Donna, because that way, she won't have to go bottomless in public. Or will she?

Crysta interviews a girl waiting on the steps for her class to begin, to understand how students feel about the dress code. Do girls miss wearing panties? Or are they used to going commando?

Strip to Enter -- a club that requires its patrons play a stripping game as a condition of entry!

Gym Class -- this time it was not just "shirts" against the "skins" -- there was a third group today!

Punishment -- poor Carol, the girls' friend was hog-tied naked in public to punish her for being indecent. The girls soothe her and help her pass the time.

Indecency Hearing -- Donna scoffs at a new memo from the Dean, explaining the need for decency.

Topless? or Bottomless? -- poor Ellen needs to pick one, but unfortunately, she picks wrong.

Dinner Party -- Donna tells the story of the Dean's submissive wife

Ocean Bottom -- Cute blonde Nancy tells Donna the story of a trip to the beach that ended in complete nudity, and a stupid dare.

Bus Station -- what a find! A girl sitting at the bus station, waiting not for a bus, but to be asked to strip. She takes everything off, but one thing, and then she's got me just where she wants me!

Mean Teacher -- a letter to the dean, written by a female student who felt she had been abused by a teacher who was only enforcing the Dress Code. Quite a few very interesting responses to this article.

Hurricane Relief -- an interesting way to run a clothing drive!

The Waterfall is where the girls go to have fun -- frolicking in the water, and stripping each others' tops off. The fun turns mean, however, when the bottoms start coming off. Then Crysta is extra mean to Donna, forcing her to teeter on the edge of orgasm until she finishes telling the story.

Nature Walk is where April and June go as nature intended, sharing some tender moments together.

The Outdoor Shower is a very popular way for girls to cool off when they start getting a bit hot.

-----

email: dickhurt69@hotmail.com

Eva Mendez Showing Off Her Hot Tight Ass

Panties, if worn, may be either "bikini" or "thong" style. Bikini style panties must be smaller than a girl's butt crack, as Eva Mendez demonstrates here:

Eva Mendez Showing Off Her Hot Tight Ass

This is important, because if bikini style panties cover a girl's butt crack completely, then they must be classified not as panties, but rather as "shorts". Please note that shorts may not be worn as underwear. A word to the wise, girls: if your bikini panties are too big, they can't be worn as underwear. But I don't think you want to wear your "granny panties" as outerwear either, so now's the time to pitch 'em in the trash, girls!

Note, too, that Eva is wearing a bra, which is a definite no-no. Girls caught wearing a bra will be cited for indecency, so please dress accordingly!

There is one exception to the "bra" rule, which applies to beach wear:

umathurmanbuttcrack1.jpg

Here, Uma Thurman demonstrates the rule. When worn as a matching pair, a bra and panties (a.k.a. bathing suit) may be worn as outer wear. Again, the panties, if they are "bikini" style, must be smaller than the girl's butt crack, as pictured here, in order to be classified as panties and not shorts. Note that a bra can't be worn at all (and certainly not as outerwear) with shorts.

Girls, pay attention, because there are a lot of rules associated with the wearing of panties. It is important that you follow them in order to comply with the Dress Code. Remember, failure to comply with the Dress Code can result in being cited for indecency, an offense that will require you to appear before a judge in order for your case to be decided.


<< Previous 10 Articles  91 - 100 of 157 articles Next 10 Articles >> 

Search This Site


Syndicate this blog site

Powered by BlogEasy


Free Blog Hosting