[ENF] The Music Teacher

[janneman1]

CHAPTER 5

“You were real nasty not to give them back their pants.” Ann said but her voice had a soft giggling sound. We were in her car driving back to town after our night of adventure.

“They were nasty to threaten me. Don’t worry; they’ll manage,” I replied sternly.

“So are you going to church on Sunday?” Ann asked.

“I really wish I could, but I told my mom I was gone on a school camp.”

“Quite a school camp you organized yourself,” Ann commented.

“It’s not that great, sitting here on the backseat of a car all alone when there are two lovely ladies in the front,” I hinted shamelessly.

“Diana could join you, I won’t mind. As long as she leaves some for me too,” Ann suggested.

“I can’t promise, but I’ll try to keep it in mind, I’ve got some huge plans for the gentleman in the back.” Diana’s voice sounded sexy and provocative.

“I can hardly wait,” I said as Ann pulled to the side of the road.

As Ann sped of again, I pulled Diana closer. I kept my lips sealed as I kissed her, teasing her wanting mouth and tongue. When I finally gave way, she responded greedily and a hunger accompanied her tongue’s movements as she penetrated my mouth. She leaned her body closer to mine, while she put both her arms around my neck. Her touch was both gentle, but strong as she massaged the back of my head. Her left leg edged over my legs; she moved her body to sit on my lap, facing me with her knees next to my hips. We were still fully dressed as she rode me, her hips rocking gentle on my lap. We continued to kiss as my hands went down her neck, exploring the curved flesh towards the softness of her breasts. Her chest heaved as my palms crossed over her nipples; they felt like hardened satin through the thin fabric of her dress. My fingers fumbled clumsily with the buttons, and her hands left my head to assist them. She continued down the dress as I remained busy on her breasts. The rocking movement of her hips became urgent as she freed her body from the dress. I looked at the white panties as she rubbed them back and forth on my crotch; the material was wrinkled and moist from her actions.

I forced my hands between my crotch and her vulva, wanting to feel her little creature in my hands. Her rocking became intense as she rubbed herself against my stiff middle finger. The material became slick as her actions forced more and more of the cotton material into her inner lips. I moved my thumb and felt the knob of her clitoris through the panties. Immediately her movements intensified, and she no longer just moved over my finger but grinded into it. She arched her hips and I felt the slippery, soggy feeling as both my finger and her panties entered her partially. Her hips’ movements became fierce as she now rocked violently, attempting to force my finger inside of her. The panties’ resistance reminded me of the obstacle I had found in Lisa Skinner’s virginity. Suddenly the worn out material gave way as my finger ruptured the fabric. My finger went in deep inside of her, plunging into her total length. I curled my finger and felt the slight coarseness of her upper wall, moving back to the slight swelling just on the inside of her entrance. It felt like her whole body clenched around my finger as I touched her there.

She squirted as she came. At first I thought she was peeing herself, corrected myself as I looked down. It was full moon and the light shone brightly through the windows. My mouth gaped open as I saw how the waterish white liquid, erupted from between her legs, surging over my pants. It was scalding hot, burning my crotch, even through my pants. I became aware of the pain in my neck as she had gripped me. Her nails had dug into my flesh and I was sure I was bleeding. Her cries sounded like someone in extreme pain. Her legs, her whole body, were in a trembling frenzy. I freed my neck from her painful grip, had to use some force to do so.

I looked down at my soaking wet crotch as she finally relaxed. “What was that?” I could not hide my astonishment.

“I’m so sorry, I felt like I …I’d peed myself.” Diana looked just as astonished; her voice still coarse from her powerful orgasm.

“No it was not pee, it was white…”

Ann laughed from the front of the car. “No it wasn’t pee; you just had your first ejaculation Diana.”

“Women can do that?” I was really amazed.

“Of course, very few though. You’re very lucky Diana, I’ve only had one in my life and that was…uh… with a vibrator.” I saw her cheeks from behind and it had an odd red colour.

“Wow!” I still couldn’t believe it. I had biology as a subject and we’ve already covered the human reproductive system. However, Mrs. Prinsloo never mentioned anything about female ejaculation in her class. I made a mental note to ask her about it.

“Wow!” Diana was also speechless except for the one word.

“Hey you two better clean my car when we get home,” Ann laughed.

“No worries, it’s all over my pants,” I assured her.

“In that case I’ll take it on me to clean you up, Diana looks rather exhausted,” she smiled from the mirror.

***

We stopped two hours after midnight in front of Ann’s home. We had dropped off a very exhausted Diana at her home before we took the gravel road to the small holding out of town.

“What an evening!” Ann exclaimed as she unlocked her front door.

“Yes what an evening!” I agreed. I must have looked rather odd for I was completely naked from the waist down, except for my shoes and socks. The long shirt gave me some partial decency.

“Here, gimme those,” Ann motioned to the bundle of wet clothes in my hands, “I’ll wash them out for you.” As she felt the wet pants she said. “Boy, she sure did come, no faking that.”

“You still use it?” I was curious.

“What?” she asked.

“The vibrator.”

“Oh,” she blushed, “yes; sometimes. Women, especially divorced ones, do have their needs too, you know.”

“Can I see it?” I was curious as hell.

“Pete!” She laughed. “Okay, but I’ll kill you if you laugh!”

“There will be no murders tonight,” I promised.

I followed her to her room and she shifted through some stuff at the bottom drawer of a cupboard.

It looked like a replica penis, balls and all. It was huge. Very intimidating. My own penis…well there was no comparison. The shaft was curved, about nine inches long and about five times as thick as my thumb. I was suddenly very conscious about my own size.

“Meet Tarzan,” she said as she held it up for my inspection. A thing that size just had to have a name I thought.

I took it with care. My respect for the thing was enormous. I stroke over the shaft, it felt like rubber, elastic. There was a little turn-switch nestled at the back of the balls. I tried it. The whole thing came to life. It was twisting, curling and shaking as I tried to hold on to it. At last I managed to get to the switch again and Tarzan was silent once more.

She must have read my thoughts as she said. “Don’t worry, human flesh is far more exiting, size really isn’t an issue.”

“Oh,” I said. I wasn’t really convinced and was about to ask her if one needed a license to operate the thing.

“Oh come on Pete,” she saw I wasn’t too happy about the thing, “the real thing is far better, even a finger is more sensual. It’s just a toy nothing more.”

“It fits?” I looked at her pubes as I asked.

“Only just, can be a bit uncomfortable if it’s not lubed. I assume I’ll now have to show you how I use it?”

“Very rightly of you to do so Ma’am,” I confirmed her suspicions.

For a while she made the impression that she was thinking very hard, but I knew she had made up her mind. “Tell you what I’m gonna take a bath here, you can shower in the guests’. I’ll give you a nice show when we’re finished. Wait for me in bed and lie on your face; no peeping before I tell you to!”

***

She was still busy in the adjoining bathroom to her bedroom when I returned. My own shower was revitalizing and I forgot what time it already was. I listened to her ‘bathing sounds’ as I lay nude on her bed. I kept my promise and turned on my belly to face the pillows. She took another five minutes before I heard the door opening. She fiddled around the room for few minutes. I heard a click and the sound of some sensual Indian music filled the room.

“You may look now,” she instructed.

It looked like her body was inside a wave of pink mist as she moved. The negligee was made of the finest frilly material; it didn’t seem to be connected to her body as danced. Like a shield around her, it served as an added protective sensual elegance to her nude body underneath. There was nothing dirty or immoral in her movements as she followed the music. This was right, so right. Beautiful. I longed for her whole body, her whole being, her sex just being a small part of it. Her eyes were detached, most of the time closed. Her dance wasn’t only for me; her motions were a tribute to every woman in the world. Her dancing led her down to the carpet. She stretched herself out on her back and arched her hips upward. She was making love to a thousand invisible men as her legs swarmed in all directions. She flipped over to her hands and knees, moved her buttocks to my view. Her actions were in no way disconnected from her dance as she pulled down the panties. Her ripe vulva hung from between her legs; matured and ready.

The music changed; the tempo created a hypnotic trance. The sensuality faltered and made room for a sexual energy. The room seemed to be electrified by it as her hands danced to her buttocks. She spread her cheeks open, revealing the source of this new energy in the room; her exposed hole releasing it to the open.

Out of nowhere ‘Tarzan’ appeared. She played the long shaft along in a tango dance down her body. At her entrance she paused. The thing looked enormous next to her small opening. I wanted to shout ‘don’t do it’ but she commenced inserting it into her. The perimeter of her entrance strained from the size, but she kept pressing it inwards. It looked like she was giving birth in reverse, as the thing slowly disappeared into her. She arched her body when it was about halfway in, making more room for it. She almost took all of it, there was only about a quarter of the total length left as she stood up. Her hands no longer held on to it, but it stayed inside of her as she got onto the bed. She stood above me, her feet to the sides of my head. I stared up and suddenly wished this intruder would leave my property. It did. She relaxed then contracted the muscles of her vagina forcing it out of her. Inch by inch the glistening wet stick came out of her. It fell on my chess and I wiped it from the bed. I reached out and pulled her hips down to me. My mouth closed around her labia, soothing the throbbing lips. My tongue caressed the folds of her entrance, then plunged inside her wetness. She moved her hips away from my mouth, sliding her wetness tightly against my body as she went down. I slided effortlessly into her as her hips came to mine. She moved her body erect and ran the negligee smoothly over her head. She threw it away and it landed on Tarzan, covering it in a pink blanket on the floor. The music was still playing and her hips danced an internal dance with mine. Our sexes danced together for several minutes before I turned her around, moving my body on top of hers. I writhed my groin between her legs. She pulled a pillow closer, put it underneath her buttocks, offered me more of her. Her hips arched upward to mine as she did so, my balls pressing against her base. I moved my full length in and out of her; leaving her each time before I plunged back again. I urged for her warmth and I moved my chest over her. I lay with my full weight on her, but she welcomed it with her arms. The mobility of my hips was now restricted from our position, yet our sex seemed intensified. Our skins became our largest sexual organ as our bodies wriggled against each other.

“Did you like the way Diana came?” she whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I muttered back, feeling a tingling sensation down my spine as I thought about it.

“If you help me I’ll try,” she said through her soft kisses.

“Please,” I begged whispering. “I want to see it.”

She pushed up against me and I rolled off her. She took my hand in hers and guided it down to her core. She took two of my finger with her own, guided them inside of her.

“Keep rubbing on top just inside of me,” she directed my movements.

I curled my fingers and traced the upper wall of her vagina, from deep inside to closer to the entrance. Near the entrance I felt the same coarse swelling I had felt inside of Diana. I explored this swelling thoroughly. There was room for more and I added another two fingers. I kept my hand motionless, allowing her hips to direct the speed and frictions. She started off slowly, gradually increased her speed. Her hand grabbed mine, pressing it tightly against her upper wall as she grinded into my fingers. It felt like she wanted to penetrate her whole body through my finger tips.

Then it came, suddenly and without warning. The thin white liquid gushed from between her legs. It sprayed over my hands, staining the bed sheets. I had never seen a woman urinate before, but assumed it looked a lot like this. It kept coming and coming. She didn’t scream like Diana did, but her breathing sounded like thunder, the only noise in the room as we lay quietly on her bed.

“Ooh,” she yelled suddenly and rolled from the bed. I went after her as she rushed to the toilet, at first scared something else was the matter. I smiled as I saw the yellow stream from her legs into the toilet, it definitely looked different. I made a commitment to myself to ask Mrs. Prinsloo about female ejaculation.

“Your turn,” she said as she stood up from the toilet and wiped herself.

“I don’t have a pee,” I tried to sound stupid.

“You will when I’m finished with you,” she promised. She grabbed me by my crown jewels and led me back to the bedroom.

***

Saturday morning, ten o’ clock. Ann and I were busy to set up and arrange for a full dress rehearsal. We decided that we were running out of time and were trying to make appointments with all the local models for that same evening.

“High Maureen, Ann here.” Ann had set the phone to speaker mode to allow me to listen in.

“Hi Ann,” Mrs. Skinner sounded very tired.

“Are you okay?” Ann picked up the tired tone as well.

“Sort of. You won’t believe what happened to poor Mike last night. He and Reverend Jacobs were robbed coming home from a church congress. Can you believe it; the robbers even took their pants.”

“Oh my dear, are they all right?” Ann had a hard time containing her laughter.

“Yes, yes, just very tired the poor man.”

“Please extend my sympathies, will you? Tell me how’s your schedule tonight at eight? We want to do a dress rehearsal for the fashion show.”

“Oh Ann, I don’t think I can make it. Poor Andrew…”

“Pete will be here as well,” Ann interrupted.

“What time is it you said?” Mrs. Skinner had changed her mind.

“Eight sharp, will you bring Lisa too?”

“Sure.”

Diana was of course available and willing, but we received some bad news regarding Belinda Jones. The pharmacist where she worked informed us that she was in hospital. He did not want to reveal too much information, for it was a confidential matter, but apparently she had silicon poisoning of some sorts.

“You don’t have any more friends in the city?” I asked Ann.

She looked rather concerned. “No, I’ve already used up all my available resources. I had a hard time to pull those five in.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find someone,” I tried to relax her.

“Yes, but who?”

I thought a moment then said. “Leave it to me. I promise, tonight there will be five models ready for rehearsal.”

“I’m not going to get any more details out of you, am I?” Ann seemed to relax, and smiled hopefully.

“Nope,” I said with a mysterious tone.

***

“Hello Pete,” Mrs. Laura Jacobs greeted friendly as she opened the door. I had a hard time hearing her voice above the barking sounds of what seemed like a thousand little dogs at her feet. They were everywhere, all breeds, most of them little white poodles.

Perfect, I thought as I returned her greetings. She was about twenty years younger than Reverend Jacobs’ sixty. Her build was medium; her curly brown hair was short, but well groomed. The two mounds of flesh underneath her pink blouse were about C-cups according to my own calculations. The yellow pants fitted tightly over her slender hips, the triangle of her mons pressed slightly against the material.

“Reverend Jacobs in?” I asked as I realized my stares made her uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry Pete, Andrew is not feeling too well, he had a bit of an accident last night. He’s resting and told me he would see nobody today.

“I’m quite sure he’ll see me, can you just tell him I’m here?”

“Okay, but I can tell you now; you’ll probably have to come back another time. Just stay put, I’ll go ask him quickly.” She disappeared into the house the thousand dogs trailing behind her.

About three minutes she came back, looking very much surprised.

“You were right, he will see you. Come in he’ll be with you in a second.” She led me to the study and motioned a chair where I could wait. Reverend Jacobs came in and asked her to make us some tea. Once she left, I had complimented the Reverend on the nice pants he wore.

After a very heated discussion of about an half an hour, the Reverend and I finally came to an agreement. I had to go and wait in their living room to give him time to discuss it with his wife. I wiped a few poodles from the couch and sat down to wait.

“Pete it’s a very noble idea!” Mrs. Jacobs said as she came into the living room about ten minutes later. She sat down on the couch opposite me. “And all for the animals! the SPCA would be so grateful for the contribution. Who would have thought about it; a fashion parade for charity to animals.” She stroke lovingly over the nearest poodle as she spoke. “What kind of clothes will we wear? I hope nothing fur!” Her eyes had a warning look.

“No, no! No fur,” I promised, “the reverend didn’t tell you?”

“Oh, you know men. He just said a fashion show. He’ll probably won’t know the difference between an evening gown and a summer dress.

“Well…Well you see,” I was furious, the reverend left the most difficult part for me, “it’s actually an underwear show.”

“A what?” She appeared shocked. “Pete…I…I can’t…I don’t know. What kind of underwear?”

I produced a matching set of purple crotch less panties and a peek-a-boo bra from my pockets and held it up for her to see. “I brought a sample,” I said as she stood up and took them from me.

“Pete, this is…these are nothing,” she said and stared at the garments in her hand.

“Well I bet it’s a lot more than one of these poor animals on the street will be able to wear this winter,” I patted the nearest Maltese’s head.

I stroke a right cord for she asked, “How many people will be there. Some of this town?”

“No, the only ones from this town will be I and another four models.”

“Pete, I’m…Well I’m not sure I’ve got the right body for this anymore. I wasn’t born yesterday you know.”

“Come on! Why don’t you try it on, I’ll be the judge,” I supported.

“Here, now?”

“Yes why not?”

“Andrew?” She said-asked.

“He looked tired, I’m sure he’s sleeping again,” I said.

She bit into her under lip. “Okay, close your eyes,” she said as she kicked off her shoes. She started to pull her blouse over her head, dropped it on the carpet then looked at me. She saw my eyes were still open and looked down to the plain cream coloured bra. Her tits were a tiny bit saggy, but full and round.

“You didn’t close your eyes,” she said softly, but continued to unbutton her pants.

“It would be an insult to close my eyes Ma’am, you’re beautiful.”

“Suit yourself,” she said and pulled down her pants. She must have reckoned I was about to see a whole lot more anyway, so she continued and stepped out of her pants. She wore flesh coloured full cut knickers that edged a very visible triangle of flesh between her legs. She turned around to offer her back to me and said. “Help me with this.”

I stood up and helped her to unhook her bra. It joined the other clothes on the floor. As she didn’t specify the help she needed, I took the liberty to help her remove her panties as well. I heard an audible gasp as I took hold of the elastics and moved it down her hips. I guided them down all the way to her ankles, going on my knees as I did so. I touched her bare skin with my finger tips all the way down. She leaned her one hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of the panties, bringing her one leg up to remove the dangling piece of material from her foot. We played a silent game as I stood up and helped her to dress into the lingerie. I put the peek-a-boo bra over her chest from behind, cupping her breasts as I wedged the open holes over her mounds. A hundred possible images accompanied my touch as I haven’t seen them yet. The brisk erect skin of her nipples played with my imagination as they pressed into my palms. My hands never left her skin as I moved them to her back to hook the bra.

I took the purple panties from the little table where she had put it and went down on my knees again. I gently took her by the hips and turned her body to face me. She took a deep gasp of air and held her breath as she exposed her womanhood to me. She had a curly dark brown bush, but the lips were clean shaven. I held the panties open next to her feet and she stepped into it. My knuckles followed the inside of her legs as I pulled the panties to her crotch. I straightened my index finger as I moved over her core, dividing her labia as I went up. Her inner flesh was silky wet and smooth and my finger continued its path over her clit and through her bush. I moved closer as kissed her there.

“Pete…what are you doing,” she whispered, “I can’t…”

“Why not?” I muttered with some hair in my mouth.

“Not in front of the dogs.”

“I’ll take care of the fucking dogs,” Reverend Jacobs shouted from the door. He waved his hands around and yelled. “Out, out!” A dozen little dogs came to life as they dashed for the safety of the back yard. Reverend Jacobs looked at us again. Mrs. Jacobs’ eyes were big.

“Andrew… I…I am…” she was very frightened.

“Shut up, I want to see him fuck you.” Reverend Jacobs was in one of his voyeur moods again.

Mrs. Jacobs stared in astonishment at the man who she thought she knew for twenty years. Being brought up to obey authority and Reverend Jacobs was a man of authority; I obliged and plunged my mouth into Mrs. Jacobs’s crotch. Her juices were rich and plentiful and my tongue savoured the rich aroma. My hands reached up and fondled her soft open breasts. She took them both and guided them over her nipples. She went down on her knees as well, taking away her core from my mouth. Her gentle full mouth covered mine and she bit playfully into my upper lip. Her tongue was warm and alive as she penetrated my lips, gently mingled it with my own. She grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Her hands drew my closer and our bare breasts connected. She moved her upper body up and down over my chest, daubing her cherry red erect nipples through my chest’s hair as she moved. I felt her one hand on my shorts, her fingers delved below the elastics, cupped my scrotum through my Jockeys. My hands assisted her frantic efforts as she pulled down my remaining clothes. She pulled me with her as she lay down on her back. She spread her legs and drew her knees up to accommodate my body.

In the corner of my eyes I saw Reverend Jacobs as he sat down on the couch next to us. He was dressed as I was, his little willy between his thumb and index finger. I moved my hips down to Mrs. Jacobs’s waiting vagina. As my tip touched her nakedness through the open part of the panties, I had a huge admiration for the crotch-less design. I hesitated at her entrance, my tip just covered in her folds. I looked at Reverend Jacobs. He nodded his approval; he wanted me inside his wife. She must have missed our silent dialogue and arched her hips upward. My penis disappeared into her vagina; her soft wetness clung to my skin. She relaxed her hips as I went down on her, shoving my full length inside of her.

“You’re so big,” she groaned in my ear. I felt sorry for the woman. I was by no standards big. On second thought, as I looked to Reverend Jacobs again, I was big, very big. Her groaning never seized as she explored this new fullness inside of her. Her eyes told me that my penis was now in unexplored territory. Her tightness was evidence to their childless marriage, her vagina a searching tool as she clenched my shaft. I left her briefly as I turned her over on her knees her face between the reverend’s legs. She took him in her mouth, all of him, easily. He grunted like a pig as she moved her lips up and down. I looked down between her buttocks. Her vulva shined, her vagina still open from my previous entry. I thrusted my hips forward and penetrated her once again. Her swollen lips served as a soft cushion as my balls slammed against her. I looked at Reverend Jacobs. He was close, very close and his face was distorted in an ugly frown. I allowed my own body to pass through the pleasure barrier. Her body quivered as she received the double load simultaneously into her vagina and mouth. Her contractions kept my load inside of her as I withdrew my penis. I heard her gulping sounds as she swallowed her husband’s cum. Her muscles relaxed and my white liquid gushed from her vagina. A thick river trickled through her lips, over her clitoris and her body shivered again.

***

“I found us a new model,” I told Ann as she opened the door.

“Yes?” Her eyes were big with curiosity.

“It’s a surprise,” was all I was willing to reveal.

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CHAPTER 6

I was doing a final sound check while Ann was busy sorting out some lingerie from the big box next to the catwalk. It was one o’ clock in the afternoon and we were anxiously preparing for the arrival of the models. We had set up the dress rehearsal for eight o’ clock that evening.

“You’ll have to tell me who the new model is; I have to sort these out according to size.” Ann pointed the box of lingerie.

“Mrs. Jacobs.” I said nonchalantly and continued undistracted with my chores.

She dropped something that had the shape of panties from her hands; like a feather it glided to her feet.

“What! Pete!” She started to laugh. “I’m not even going to ask how you did it.”

“Don’t” I said, “We just have to put up a ‘for the animals’ poster somewhere.”

“I see, and am I correct if I say this bears the reverend’s approval?”

“One hundred percent,” I said with confidence.

“You think the ladies will all be comfortable and at ease in each other’s company?” Ann asked concerned. “You know sometimes it’s more difficult for a woman to be naked amongst other women than in front of men.”

“Really?” I was surprised by this piece of information.

“Yes, men don’t tend to be such harsh critics. Women can be very cat-like you know.”

“Maybe we should have an ice breaker of some sorts before we start then,” I suggested.

“Might be a good idea,” Ann said. “Any suggestions?”

I thought a bit then replied. “Harry boasted the other day that he had bought a great board game of ‘Truth or Dare’. It sounded like a lot of fun the way he explained it.”

Harry was one of my class mates, not one of my best friends, but we were not enemies either. He was kind of nerdish and weird and did everything he could to be more in with the boys, but wasn’t too successful. I assumed the game he boasted about, was one of his efforts.

“Wow, it’s been a while since I last played that game!” Ann smiled. “You think we can borrow it? It sounds like a good idea to relax the ladies a bit.”

“He is a bit skimpy with his stuff. I don’t think he will let go of his game easily. He will definitely want some compensation.” I warned. I thought the matter over a few seconds, then added. “Would you mind if I used you as hard currency?”

“What do you mean?” Ann asked and her voice was alert.

“Don’t worry. Nothing serious. I’ll bet he will let go of his precious game in return for a glimpse between your legs.”

“Pete! I know Harry, he’ll tell the whole school!” Ann objected.

“I’m sure he will. The thing is, nobody will believe him. The boys are used to his bragging. Nobody believes him anymore.”

***

A half an hour later I was in tense negotiations with Harry Edwards. We were in his bedroom, located in a flat at the backyard of his parents’ home. At first I tried to obtain the board game without compromising Ann’s dignity, but the conversation was going nowhere. Harry did not part with his possessions easily. I could not tell him why I needed the game and he was obviously thinking in the lines of joining in if there was any fun to be had with his game. For obvious reasons I could not allow that and at last I realized I had to throw in the bait.

“What if I told you that you could look at Mrs. Ann van Zyl’s naked pussy if I could borrow your game?”

Harry’s chubby body stiffened and his eyes were big behind the thick lenses of his glasses. “Yeah, yeah. And how are you going to accomplish that?” It was clear he did not believe a word I said.

“What if I told you she was waiting right outside in the car, just waiting for my signal?” I threw my aces on the deck.

“You’re joking,” Harry still did not believe me, but his body shivered slightly and there were tiny droplets of sweat on his forehead.

“Have we got a deal?” I asked adamantly.

“If you are telling the truth you can take the bloody game for keeps,” Harry promised.

“Okay then,” I vowed to myself to keep him up to his promise, “Just stay here. I’ll get her.”

Two minutes later I was back in Harry’s bedroom with Ann next to me.

“So I’ve heard there was something you liked to see Harry?” Ann asked innocently.

Harry was speechless; the reality of the situation must have dawned upon him. His only reply was a big fixated stare behind his glasses. He licked his lips and he was now sweating profoundly. He looked up and down at Ann. She was wearing a white knee-length skirt with a flowery blouse.

“Somebody cut your tongue Harry?” Ann teased while she flaunted the skirt up and down, displaying her legs and just for a brief second, the bottom edge of her white French-style panties.

“I’ve heard you had such a nice board game. Would you mind if I borrowed it for a while? Hmm?” Ann asked tauntingly while she lifted her skirt slowly further to above her waist. Her panties were now in full view and while she kept the skirt in tact above her waist with her elbow she edged the loose silk material to the sides of her triangle with her finger tips. Her vulva strained against the material like a ripe fruit ready to explode. Her fingers moved up and down over the fabric, then pressed hard into it, revealing a tiny wet spot between two thick lips. She grabbed the material on the side and gently pulled it to the side. Her private parts were now fully exposed to Harry’s greedy stare. The payment lasted only five seconds and Ann released the fabric again and dropped the skirt to her knees.

Harry’s just stood there, his body frozen, his mouth gaping open. A trickle of saliva flowed down his chin. I realized he would remain in that position for the remainder of the day and grabbed the box containing the game.

“Come Ann, we’re running late!” I said as I grabbed her arm to lead her away from the salt statue resembling Harry Edwards.

***

Back at Ann’s place, we examined the contents of the box. There was a big monopoly-like board, a few different sets of cards, dice and some game moving pieces. There was a big red ‘BEGIN’ block followed by seven different types of blocks that repeated itself in random order all around the board. We took out the paper that explained the rules and compared it to the board and cards.

‘DOWN YOUR DRINK’
To warm things up a bit. Gulp down whatever you are drinking without taking a breath when you land on this block. Shooter drinks serve well for this task.

‘TRUTH’
If you land on this block, pick up a card from the ‘truth’ stack of cards and answer the question. You will tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. You may choose to take a dare instead, but after you’ve seen the dare, you may not go back to the truth option again.

‘DARE’
Pick up a dare from the ‘dare’ stack of cards when you land on this block. All dares must be carried out strict and to the point. You will pick up another dare if you already did the same dare or if you are instructed to remove more clothes and you are already naked.

‘CHICKEN’
The most valued card in the game. All players start the game with 2 Chicken Out Cards. They can be used to chicken out of any situation or involvement in a situation, forced on to you by the game or another player. Use them wisely and sparingly. There are two blocks on the board regarding ‘Chicken’. If you land on the ‘Lose One Chicken Card’ you have to part with one of your ‘Chicken’ cards. If you do not have any ‘Chicken’ cards left, you have to pick up a dare. If you land on a ‘One Free Chicken’ block, you may reward yourself with a ‘Chicken’ card.

‘GYMNASTICS’
If you land on the ‘Gymnastics’ block you will perform a task as given from a card from the ‘Gymnastics’ stack. Tasks must be performed dressed as is.

‘STRIP ONE PIECE’
If you land on this block, you will have to stand up. Dance slowly and seductively for at least 30 seconds while you remove one piece of clothing. If you do not have any clothes left you must pick up a dare.

Ann and I looked at each other. This was going to be fun. There was also a list of items required to play the game properly.

Alcoholic shooter drinks and glasses
A blindfold for each of the players
A box of matches
A teaspoon
A digital camera
Ice cubes
A ten cent coin
Some raw eggs
A roll of sellotape
A towel
A huge linen sheet

The list of items made us very curious to say the least, but we refrained from peeping at the stacks of cards, not wanting to spoil the anticipated fun. We made a tick next to all of the items as we collected them. For blindfolds Ann cut an old black curtain to appropriate pieces.

We made the shocking discovery as we laid out the game board, cards and pieces on the little table in the centre of Ann’s living room. The deck of cards that should have featured the ‘dares’ were missing.

“The little bastard must have taken them out to peep,” I said with disgust, referring to Harry Edwards, “Wait till I get him!”

“We still have time,” Ann said. “We can just go back and ask him for it.”

“We have no choice,” I admitted, “We cannot play half a game.”

Twenty minutes later I knocked on Harry’s door. He recovered amazingly from his previous statue-like-state and was grinning from ear to ear as he saw me.

“Where is it you little twit!” I was angry at the way he smiled at me.

“You can have it but we want to play with you and whoever is going to be at your party.” He looked at Ann beside me as he spoke.

The ‘we’ part of his sentence took me off guard and I glanced over his shoulder into the room. Samuel Benson sat on the little single bed. His tall masculine figure occupied most of the bed and his smiling teeth appeared bright and shiny from the dark room. Though he was two years older than me, he was trailing behind in grade 11. He looked as dumb as the American president during the Katrina floods. Next to him, sporting equal intelligence was his younger sister, Janobi Winters. She had left school when she was just sixteen to marry a hillbilly from F&F Truck Transports. The divorce was less than two years later and a tiny scar above her right eye was evidence to the reason. She had auburn hair in a boys-cut and a freckled face that could feature on a Mad Magazine cover; nonetheless I looked in appreciation at her long legs visible from beneath her short denim skirt.

Ann pulled me away from the door and whispered in my ear. “This is getting out of hand. There are too many witnesses and they’ve seen me!” She sounded really concerned.

“I know. Maybe we should let them join in our game?” I was already wondering as to the contents underneath Janobi’s denim skirt. “You see if they join, they won’t be able to talk. I’ve seen Harry’s parents, they are in some sort of vicious religion and Janobi couldn’t afford another scandal. Samuel’s too stupid to speak in full sentences.”

“But what about the other ladies? They’ll never stand for this!”

“We’ll just tell them the truth. It’s an emergency – the whole secrecy of the parade could be in jeopardy if we don’t allow them to join.”

“Okay then, I hope this won’t back-fire.” Ann said before I went in to give them directions to her home.


***

I decided to become a politician. After tense debate and negotiations, all of the ladies were present in Ann’s living room as per our appointment. They did not take the presence of the ‘three extras’ too well, but realized we were in a blackmail situation. The idea of having an ice-breaker-game was well received after we had told them the bad news of the ‘extras’.

We discussed the game and the rules and made sure everybody knew how it worked. I had to explain it three times to Samuel and still wasn’t sure he understood everything. I offered to help him as the game progressed. I put a non-stop-hits-cd in Ann’s stereo and pressed play. I set the volume to level that was quite loud, but would not be disturbing to our conversations.

“For the strip-dancing,” I explained the music and took my seat

We were all sitting in a circle around the table in the centre of the room. Ann, then me, Diana, Mrs. Skinner, Samuel, Janobi, Harry, Mrs. Jacobs and next to her, on Ann’s right, was Lisa.

As the host, Ann offered to go first and we agreed we would continue clock-wise as we sat. As if waiting for the sound of a pistol at the start of a big marathon, we stared anxiously at Ann as she shook the two dice in a clenched fist. She rolled a ‘1’ and a ‘4”. She paced her red coloured game piece five blocks on. She landed on ‘TRUTH’ and picked up a card from the ‘truth’ stack.

She read out load. “How old are you exactly?”

All the women giggled, Ann blushed then said. “I am 43 years and 2 months old.”

I was next in line and landed on “STRIP”. Using the vast experience I had obtained in strip shows over the last couple of days, I stood up and danced to the rhythm of the music like a pro. I received an encouraging response from the ladies, followed with some boo’s as I ended up removing only my left shoe.

Diana rolled and moved her game piece to “GYM”.

“Put one foot behind your head,” she read from the card. Diana laughed then moved to an open space on the floor. She was wearing white jeans with a blue t-shirt and white slip-on shoes. She sat down on her bum and tried to force her right leg up and behind her head. Though she was amazingly flexible her tight jeans made it difficult. I looked in awe as the white material strained between her legs, sucked in between the lips of her labia. I looked up and saw the familiar statue-like stare from Harry. At last Diana gave up, but we applauded her effort.

Mrs. Skinner was next in line and also landed on a “STRIP” block. Untrained in the ways of professional strip dancing, she wriggled her body in some form of Martian dance before she ripped open her blouse to expose her firm white bra featuring her double D’s. This woman had to spend a fortune on buttons, I thought. For the first time the evening Samuel appeared awake as he stared at the big moulds of flesh next to him. His look exceeded stupid and I wanted to offer him a towel to collect the river of saliva from his chin. His magic spell was broken as Mrs. Skinner handed him the pair of dice to throw.

He picked up a card from the “DARE” stack and tried to read. “Y-y-you hhhha to run a-aaa”

“For God’s sake give that to me!” Mrs. Skinner ripped the card impatiently from his hands and read out loud. “You have to run two times around the house backwards.”

There was a black hole in Samuel’s eyes as he tried to comprehend the task. Mrs. Skinner interrupted again. “For goodness sake, just run around the house and get it over with!”

We waited two minutes and as he returned Janobi grabbed the dice and threw. She shared the ‘dare’ block with her brother and unfortunately shared his reading skills as well. Lisa came to her assistance and read her card for her.

“All players have to lie on their backs in a straight line, head to toe. You have to walk over them with your legs apart, hands on your head.”

I looked at Janobi. She was still wearing the short denim skirt she had earlier on and I knew I was going to be partly relieved of my curiosity. We did as instructed and Janobi unaware of what her task would result in, continued over Ann. Only when she reached Ann’s head, did she stop and yelled. “Hey, you can see my thingy!” She quickly reached down and tried to cover up her decency.

“Oh no!” I stopped her, “The card said hands on you head!”

Janobi blushed but obeyed hesitantly and proceeded farther down the line. She was going as fast as she could, but I nevertheless had a pretty good look up her skirt and red g-string as she passed over my head. Though her legs were slim, her thighs were ample and her hips full. At last her torment was over and she passed the dice on to Harry when we all had taken our places again.

Harry had to down his drink and coughed as the shooter’s alcohol scorched his throat. He was out of breath as he passed the dice to Mrs. Jacobs. Of all the people she had given me the hardest time to convince her to proceed with evening’s events.

Skeptically she took the dice and rolled. She moved her game piece to “TRUTH”.

“When was the last time you had masturbated?”

Mrs. Jacobs looked around and saw there was no escape. Being the wife of a reverend, she could not tell a lie either. Her face was in various shades of red. “It was this afternoon, just before I came here,” she confessed.

“Dirty bugger,” I thought. She had been horny from my earlier visit. I looked up in time to see Lisa move her game piece to a “GET ONE FREE CHICKEN” block.

“Oh no, this is shit!” Mrs. Maureen Skinner interrupted in her teacher-authority-voice. “There will be no chicken outs tonight. I say we chuck this chicken thing and do a dare if we land on one of them blocks!”

Nobody in our group had the guts to disagree with the big woman. The two mammoths in front of her chest had dangled like dangerous weapons as she had spoken. We all congratulated her on this excellent idea and turned in our ‘chicken’ cards. Lisa picked up a card from the “DARE” stack.

“Demonstrate what a cameltoe is.”

I smiled at Lisa. Two weeks earlier she would not have known how to do the task. She smiled back and stood up. Her right hand moved down to her yellow shorts and she pressed the fabric inwards. Carefully she moved her middle finger up and down through her slit, gluing the material of her shorts between her labia. Satisfied with the result she took her hand away. “That, ladies and gentlemen, is a cameltoe.” She turned her body slowly around to enable everybody in the circle to benefit from her educational lesson. Harry resumed being a statue, Samuel looked educated. He received a huge blow to his ribs.

“Stop staring at my daughter’s nana!” Mrs. Skinner commanded.

“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am,” Samuel said and he tried to tear his eyes from the split flesh in front of him. Everybody else laughed as Lisa sat down and handed the dice to Ann.

It was Ann’s turn to obey a “STRIP” block and she entertained us with some sensual moves before she took one of her sandals off. She was still dressed in her white skirt and flowery blouse.

I picked up a dare from the “DARE” stack after my throw. “Eat a raw egg or remove three pieces of clothing.”

As I had no taste for raw eggs I stood up for some stripping. Going from lady to lady, but keeping a good distance from Harry and Samuel, I danced seductively while I removed my remaining shoe, t-shirt and at last my shorts. Janobi looked shocked at this vulgar display and I threw my shorts tauntingly over her head. She jerked away and it caused her legs part for a brief moment. The effect of her offered view was visible through my tight Jockey briefs and she looked shyly away. I moved to right in front of her and continued to sway my hips as I danced. My bulging boner was only a few inches away from her face and as she accepted there was no escape she lost her modesty and stared wide-eyed at it. She shrieked as I jokingly thrusted my hips forward and plunged my tools into her face. I sat down and passed the dice to a giggling Diana.

Diana had to down her drink, but the game was interrupted and changed yet again by Mrs. Skinner. “I’m thirsty. At this rate nobody will have a bloody drink before next week. I say if anyone lands on a down block, we all have to drink!”

It sounded like a most agreeable proposal and we changed the rules accordingly.

Mrs. Skinner took the dice nonchalantly and ended up on a “DARE” block.

“Scatter the contents of a box of matches all over the room. Everybody must collect as many matches as possible. The person with the least must strip all his/her clothes.”

The room erupted in chaos after Mrs. Skinner had thrown the matches. Only Samuel stood still and I guessed he did not quite grasp what was required of him. At last he understood and managed to get hold of a single match he grabbed from in front of Mrs. Skinner. He received a violent stare and almost gave it back. Unfortunately for him we all improved on his one piece of wood and tried to explain to him that he now had to strip.

Mrs. Skinner, who was used to explain mathematics to Samuel, interrupted our efforts. “Just get rid of your damn clothes man!”

Samuel obeyed sheepishly. He was not ranked high on dance abilities and his strip show was limited to a mere removal of his clothes. For the lack of brains Samuel made up in penis size. I involuntary thought back of Ann’s toy, ‘Tarzan’, but decided that even ‘Tarzan’ has met his match. Like an Adonis god, the thing dangled from between his legs. There were gasps of admiration from all over the room. Even Janobi stared in awe at her brother’s equipment. Samuel sat down self consciously.

Mrs. Skinner’s voice was soft and mother-like when she handed Samuel the dice. “Here you go boy, it’s your turn.” And when he landed on a “GYM” she said. “Wait I’ll read for you son,” and picked up a card.

“You are a wheelbarrow. The closest person on the board must push you to the far end of the room and back.”

Samuel’s face lighted up in apprehension. It was evident that he had played wheelbarrow-wheelbarrow frequently and not too long ago. The honor to push him was mine as my game piece was only one block from his. As I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs I realized this was not wheelbarrow-wheelbarrow, but plough-plough. His penis hung only a few inches from the floor as I pushed him along the room.

Next Janobi landed on a “STRIP” block. Enthused by Ann’s and my own performances she got rid of a pink slip-on sandal in a most sensual way.

Harry ensured we did not go thirsty this round. Mrs. Jacobs landed on a ‘chicken’ block and as per the new rules picked up a card from the “DARE” stack.

“Each player may slap you once on the bum or you can remove 4 pieces of clothing.”

Mrs. Jacobs considered her options for a moment. She stood up and kicked both her shoes off her feet. She was going for the second option. Without revealing anything she reached down underneath her long red and yellow striped dress and pulled down her pantyhose. After she stepped out of it, she started to unbutton her dress. Though it was the second time, I was still delighted to see the reverend’s wife in only her bra and panties. Both Harry and Samuel shared my delight and I saw them looking intensively at the cream coloured bra and full-cut panties. Mrs. Jacobs sat down again and mumbled something to herself.

Lisa was still sporting all her clothes, though her cameltoe was still visible from the way she sat. I hoped she had to strip as she threw the dice. Unfortunately we were forced to down another drink her game piece came to rest on the “DOWN” block.

Next in line was Ann who had to pick up another “DARE” card.

“You must remove one piece of clothing from the person closest to you on the board. You must keep your hands behind your back and may only use your teeth.”

We all glanced at the board and made a quick calculation. Ann’s moving piece was right between Janobi’s and Harry’s.

“So who is it going to be?” asked Ann.

“Just do them both,” I suggested.

“Okay, up you go mister Edwards,” Ann said while she stood up.

Harry stood up hesitantly not sure as to what to expect. He was dressed in running shorts, plain shirt and leather sandals. Ann kneeled in front of him and held her hands at the small of her back. Harry giggled feeblish as Ann bent forward and bit into the elastics of his shorts. The shorts were a tight fit and she struggled to pull them down his chubby broad hips. Inch by inch she managed to lower them by pulling down on various parts round his waist. As his y-front red underpants came into view it was evident that he had a huge erection. Part of it was damp and moist from the overflow of his erection. Unable to avoid it, Ann’s nose trailed down along this wet hump as she lowered the shorts. At last the shorts succumbed to gravity and fell to Harry’s feet.

“Your turn!” Ann instructed Janobi when Harry sat down again. Reluctantly Janobi took Harry’s place, her face contorted in a frown as she did not know what to expect from the woman kneeling in front of her. She shrieked as Ann suddenly plunged her head below her mini skirt up to between her legs. Ann’s head caused the little skirt to rise up and the red g-string panties were visible to everyone in the room. Instead of going for the elastics again, Ann opened her mouth very wide and honed in on Janobi’s crotch area. Her mouth closed on the little hill between Janobi’s legs. Janobi let go of an audible gasp as Ann closed her mouth on the mound of flesh and started to pull on the red fabric. Most of the view was obscured by Ann’s head, but from the side I just managed to see a brief patch of closely shaved red-auburn hair before the skirt fell back into place after Ann pulled the panties down to her feet.

The throw of the dice led my moving piece to a “DOWN” block.

I was already feeling tipsy from shooters I had and my glance around the room confirmed I was not the only one. Except for Samuel and Mrs. Skinner everyone was giggling and laughing as they downed their drinks. Mrs. Jacobs face was engulfed in a red rash and she put down her glass with a force that nearly shattered it to pieces.

Diana landed on a “STRIP” block and stood up to comply. She was about to start some dancing routine when she was interrupted, yet again, by Mrs. Skinner.

“These shoe-removing-dances suck. Shoes don’t count. Everybody should get rid of it now.”

Having lost the modesty of shoes already I supported my math’s teacher’s proposal immediately. The remaining shoes in the room were quickly piled on a heap on the floor.

“Now you can strip!” Mrs. Skinner instructed as she looked at Diana.

Being used to be on display Diana looked confident as she stood up to dance. Teasingly she gestured first at her top and then her jeans as to ask her audience what she should remove. She made up her own mind and started to unbuckle her jeans. Against all expectations no panties became visible as she lowered the pants. I recognized my work as the black landing strip came into view. She faced me and bent forward to lower the jeans to her feet. Her buttocks was now in full view of Harry and his eyes confirmed that he was getting a good look at the petite lips at the end of the landing strip. As she came erect again and stepped out of the jeans; the long blue t-shirt covered most of her intimacy again. She sat down and I noticed in the corner of my eyes how she spread her legs wide before she crossed them modestly again, one leg over the other knee. Both Janobi and Harry looked amazed and I did not think they really expected things to go so far so quickly. Mrs. Jacobs giggled all by herself and secretly had filled her glass again to consume some more of the hard liquor, without waiting for a “down” command. Samuel appeared oblivious to the whole strip escapade and had only eyes for Mrs. Skinner’s double D’s next to him.

Mrs. Skinner rolled the dice impatiently and to her pleasure landed on a “DOWN” block. She was no longer satisfied with her little shooter glass and gulped a considerable amount directly from the bottle after we had all filled our glasses.

Samuel landed on a “STRIP” block and as he was already completely nude, he had to pick up a “DARE” as per the rules.

I had my doubts as to what was really written on the ‘dare’ card, but Mrs. Skinner picked it up from the pile and read out loud on behalf of Samuel.

“You have to fondle the breasts of the lady on your right hand side for one minute.”

Mrs. Skinner rather demonstrated than explain and grabbed the poor Samuel’s hands and pressed it against her big breasts. His face lightened up as he realized this was an open invitation to touch the two objects of his desire.

Janobi decided to leave the two in peace and threw the dice – “GYM”

“Stand on your head for 30 seconds. You may ask the person closest to you on the board to assist you.”

The honor to assist was Diana’s and she stood up to help. Janobi giggled sheepishly, but complied and moved to the middle of the floor. She pressed down with her hands on the floor while she kicked her legs up. As her legs came up, Diana grabbed them and forced Janobi erect in an upside-down position. As her skirt fell down her waist Janobi must have remembered that she had lost the luxury of panties in the previous round for she yelled out loud and tried to push back on the little denim skirt. Her task made it impossible and her auburn bush was in clear view of the room. She now desperately tried to wrestle herself loose from Diana’s tight grip around her ankles. Diana was stronger than she appeared to be and held on, politely standing away with her body to allow us an undisturbed view. She held Janobi’s legs straight and tightly together. I could only make out an inch of her slit where it started between the close-shaved red-brown patch of hair. A very naughty Diana started to separate those legs under heavy protest from her prisoner. As her legs were forced open, more and more of her slit became visible. Janobi’s thin outer lips were glued together with her womanly secretions but at last they were torn away from each other and her pink juicy inner folds became visible to us. Her gaping pink vagina appeared and was glistening wet, inviting between the slimy folds of flesh. Diana let go and Janobi fell to the ground. Her face was extremely red; I thought it was part of gravity’s contribution to the blood flow to her head, but mostly because of her embarrassment.

“Harry, Harry, it’s your turn!” I shouted. Though Janobi was sitting again, Harry’s eyes were still fixated to the place in the room where he last saw pussy.

The statue responded to my voice and picked up the dice and landed on a “TRUTH” block.

“Who was the last person you had sex with?”

Harry’s face went red and he stumbled on his own words. “Well I…You see…I…”

“You’re still a virgin!” Ann interrupted him laughingly. “Well I never! Mr. Blackmail hasn’t had a girl yet. You’ve come to the right place then Mister!”

Harry just nodded shyly and passed the dice to Mrs. Jacobs without comment.

“STRIP”

The reverends wife was now giggling uncontrollably and her full c-cup breasts wiggled underneath the protection of the cream-coloured bra.

“Wait I need a drink first,” she said to no one in particular and grabbed the bottle of peppermint liquor. After a few swallows, the Mrs.-Skinner-way, she put the bottle down and stood up. She was quite good in imitating Diana and Ann’s dance routines and after about 30 seconds worth of vulgar dancing she unhooked her bra and let it fell to the floor. Her dark-brown nipples were pointy and erect and the areolas looked like it had been stung by a hundred tiny insects. She was beyond shyness and sat down without taking an effort to cover up.

At last Lisa landed on a “STRIP” block.

“Feels like I’m way behind,” she motioned to Mrs. Jacobs on her right hand side. I’ve never seen Lisa dance, but she did it with the athletic ability of the gymnast she was. After a few splits and high kicks she finally took off her orange blouse to reveal her beautiful handful of B’s. She wore a tight fitted sports bra; her nipples protruded firmly as if they yearned for freedom. The night was full of surprises and instead of sitting down, Lisa continued to dance.

“Like I said, I’m way behind,” she said and fiddled with the button on her yellow shorts. With a few sexy sways of her hips, the garment went on its own to the floor. She still had the cameltoe from her previous demonstration and the material of her white sport-style bikini panties were still nestled deeply between her labia.

She turned on her own axis to ensure a good view for everyone then said, “That’s enough for now.” She sat down under accompaniment of a huge applause.

I looked around the room to make a brief mental summary of each persons ‘condition’. My own attire was reduced to the blue jockey underpants; Diana was clad in a long blue t-shirt with nothing underneath; a completely nude Samuel was still busy in his task to fondle Mrs. Skinner’s breasts – at some stage of the task she must have removed her bra for she was only wearing her long brown conservative skirt. Janobi’s body featured her short denim skirt and a loose fitting white blouse. Her red g-string lay on the pile of clothes in the middle of the room. Harry sported a bright red y-front pair of underpants with a plain blue shirt making up for some modesty. Mrs. Jacobs’ attire was reduced to her full-cut cream coloured panties and Lisa was sitting in a tight fitting sports bra and panties. Ann had most of her clothes on and was quite modest in her white skirt and flowery blouse.

She landed on a “DARE”.

“Remove 4 pieces of clothing or show one centimeter of your pubic hair to each player.”

Ann looked down at her outfit and supposedly made a quick calculation. She stood up and hooked her fingers in her skirt’s waistband. Slowly she pulled both her skirt and panties down until a good measure of her curly brown pubes was visible to the waiting audience. It was a whole deal more than a centimeter, but nobody objected as she went from person to person to show it off.

I landed on a “GYM” block and read.

“The person of the opposite sex, closest to you on the board, must sit on a ten cent coin. You must remove it without using your hands.”

The honor to cover the coin went to Mrs. Jacobs. She looked more than a little bit drunk and accepted her task with confident anticipation. She sat down on the coin as required and spread her legs to accommodate me. At first I wanted to plunge in head first but decided to tease her a bit with my foot first. I stood in front of her and inserted my bare right foot between her legs. Her flesh felt hot and moist through the fabric of her silk panties as I wriggled my toes underneath her crotch. She sighed with the pleasure of it and leaned backwards to accommodate more of my foot. I eased my foot out and curled it over the front of her panties. My big toe traced down and divided her lips as it went. The material was definitely getting wet and as I went up again I felt the distinct texture of her clit under my toe. I wasn’t making money the way things went and I went down on all fours and pressed my head between her legs. Though the ten cent piece wasn’t in close proximity of the area, I started to lick her panties from top to bottom, before I went in deep between her legs. The rich musky smell of her vagina filled my nostrils and finally my tongue connected to the metal taste of the coin. Forcing it down on the chair, I inched the coin out to the open. My task was completed and I handed my dice to Diana.

For the first time the evening, Diana had to pick up a “DARE”.

“Hold a teaspoon between your thighs. Pass it on to the thighs of person of the opposite sex, closest to you on the board.”

Diana laughed, stood up and picked the teaspoon from the pile of ‘accessories’ next to the board.

“It’s Harry,” I said after I glanced to the board and saw that his piece lay next to Diana’s.”

“Oh Virgin-Harry, stand closer to mama,” Diana teased. She lifted the blue t-shirt all the way to her waist, exposing her naked body underneath, before she nestled the teaspoon’s handle tightly between her legs, just below her vagina. Just the head of the spoon showed from between her clean-shaven lips. Harry stood up hesitantly and moved to right in front of Diana.

“Closer boy,” she urged, “you will never get a grip on it that way.” Like a penguin she moved closer to the taller Harry until his red clad erection pressed tightly against her strip of pubic hair. She raised herself on her toes, causing his member to smear downwards across her vulva, until his tip settled on her clitoris. She grabbed him around his buttocks and pulled him still closer. Their hips pressed against each other, obscuring our view, but I knew his penis were now between her lips with only the thin layer of his underpants as a barrier between them. Then the virgin exploded. Unable to control himself I saw his buttocks contracted spasmodically before his hips moved away from her. A slim thread of his semen dangled for a moment between their intimate parts, before it broke lose to settle between Diana’s intimate folds.

“I’m so…Uh…Sorry!”

Mrs. Skinner chipped in. “Oh for God’s sake control yourself young man. The party hasn’t even started yet.”

Well I must admit; if you looked at Mrs. Skinner the party had started long ago. Her big nipples were shiny and wet from Samuel’s saliva; they have been quite busy from the look of things.

“Oh don’t worry,” Diana soothed, “Ann’s bathroom is down the passage, go clean yourself up. You’ll be right as a rifle in a jiffy.”

“And ready to shoot,” I echoed.

Diana passed the dice to Mrs. Skinner who had to interrupt her massage from Samuel to take the throw.

“STRIP”

“About high time,” she said while she stood up and yet again entertained us with some sort of Martian dance. We had to endure it for a full minute before the brown skirt finally fell to the floor.

“Mom!” Lisa appeared shocked at her mother’s lack of panties. As I was used to her shows in class, I gave it no second thought, but stared approvingly at the full red bush.

“Agh come on you prude. At least I have some hair on my nana.” Mrs. Skinner replied.

“Mom!” Lisa moved her hands protectively over her crotch.

“Samuel’s turn!” I interrupted the two of them.

His throw enabled all of us to quench our thirsts. We disregarded the little shooter glasses and we passed a freshly opened bottle of Stroh-Rum-80% around.

Janobi landed on a “DARE”

“Fart once or loose 3 pieces of clothing.”

Janobi wasn’t the fart type and her body followed the beat of the music on the stereo as she danced for us. First the white blouse went to the floor. She wore a lacy red bra which matched the red g-string already on the pile of clothes. I ranged her tits somewhere between Mrs. Jacobs’ C’s and Mrs. Skinner’s D’s. They revealed however to be rounder and firmer than both mentioned ladies’ breasts as Janobi unhooked the bra and added it to the collection on the ground. Her nipples were surprisingly small compared to the mounds, but had a rich dark-brown colour to them.
The Stroh-Rum must have taken effect for Janobi danced with confidence. She was now only clad in the short denim skirt and she flaunted it up and down to allow us brief glimpses of her auburn red-brown patch. At last the skirt dropped to the floor and Janobi joined her brother and Mrs. Skinner to be completely nude. The brown patch were very closely shaved, almost a stubble, and her long slim labia lips showed clearly through it.

“Now that’s a good nana,” I used Mrs. Skinner’s term. For me the word sounded better than vagina or pussy, like some heavenly fruit. Tasty and edible.

Janobi shied away to her seat, but made no attempt to cover up as she assumed the smoking-Sharon-Stone-position.

Harry had just returned and was way due for a “DARE” of his own. The Goddess of Luck made sure he got his fair share.

“Waltz with the person of the opposite sex closest to you on the board for 1 minute.”

After a quick glance to the board I announced, “Will Mr. Edwards and Mrs. Skinner please enter the dance ring.”

I went to Ann’s stereo and sifted through her CD’s. I came across ‘Klipwerf Boeremusiek Treffers’ (South African Folk Music Hits) and selected a very slow and intimate waltz. As the music filled the room, I stood back to enjoy.

The bottle of Stroh-Rum was about half, the result of a more than ample contribution to the night’s drinking by Mrs. Skinner. She was more than ready to waltz. Harry looked pale and not ready at all. It was evident from his face that he wasn’t used to drinking and that he had lost his sexual appetite when he had shot his load into his underpants. However he had no choice in the matter and was pulled up from his seated position by a pair of massive arms. Equal in length, Harry’s chubby body was dwarfed by Mrs. Skinner’s figure as she forced him to a waltz-position. Though Harry couldn’t waltz, he was a quick learner. He had to. His mere efforts to avoid the trampling feet of the big lady had the visual effect that he was in fact quite a good dancer. He must have relied on some sort of sixth sense, for his vision was limited to the shadows of her breasts – his head forced into them by her one arm. Mrs. Skinner was enjoying herself to the full as her nude body moved graciously with Harry and his underpants. She ignored my announcement of a minute expired and continued till the song faded away. Afraid that she might be looking for other partners to waltz with, I quickly changed the CD again.


Mrs. Jacobs landed on “GYM”.

“Person closest to you on the board will lie on his/her back. Do ten squats over his/her face.”

Dressed in only her panties Mrs. Jacobs squatted over Ann’s face. Her coordination wasn’t what it used to be and with each squat she involuntary (I thought) touched Ann’s face.

“Ooh!” She giggled like a preteen on Christmas Eve as Ann’s tongue thrusted into her vulva after the third ‘hit-and-run’ of her hips. By the seventh time the strength in her legs must have faded for she no longer squatted up and down over Ann’s face but moved forward and backwards over Ann’s flicking tongue. Some more ‘ooh’s’ were added to the conversation. The combined moisture of Ann’s saliva and her own fluids made a dark transparent patch on the lower half of her panties. Ann also wedged the material firmly between her lips causing them to be partly exposed on the sides of the panties’ elastic bands. At last it looked like Ann was struggling to breathe and she pushed Mrs. Jacobs away from her. They both looked exhausted as they sat down again.

We shared a sip of the Stroh-Rum each after a visit to the “DOWN” block by Lisa’s game piece.

“It’s about time you lost some of your clothing,” I said as Ann shook the dice before her throw.

Ann just laughed and said, “You wish hey!” She threw the dice. “CHICKEN” and picked up a “DARE” as instructed by Mrs. Skinner.

“Make love to the Invisible Man/Woman for one minute. Missionary Style.”

“Okay,” Ann laughed as she lay flat on her back in the middle of the floor. She spread her legs and drew up her knees. As she lifted her buttocks up and down in sexual imitation, her white skirt slided gradually down to her waist, exposing her white silk French-style panties. Her body moved up and down and by times the loose-fitting material gaped open, enabling us to see right down to her curly brown triangle of hair.

“Wait, wait,” I was going to try my luck. “You can’t make love while you have all your clothes on.”

My suggestion backfired as she said. “I tend to disagree Mister McBride. Samuel come here! I want you to be the Invisible Man and show Pete over there, the impossible.” She lifted a curled index finger and beckoned him closer. Samuel’s impressive member was as stiff and rigid like a diesel truck’s piston as he went down on his knees between Ann’s legs. Her hand looked small as she gripped his shaft and guided it to between her legs. She moved the material of her panties to the side and suddenly Samuel’s tip was against the bare opening of her vagina. Ann guided him inch by inch forward, burying his tip inside of her. Samuel’s primal instincts took over and he forced his hips forward penetrating Ann very deeply.

“Careful with that thing,” Ann said and she restrained Samuel’s hips with her arms to prevent him from fully entering her.”

“Oh come on Ann don’t be a sissy,” Mrs. Skinner looked annoyed, maybe she wanted Samuel all for herself, “Samuel you can burry that thing of yours all the way into me.”

Ann whispered something in Samuel’s ear. He grinned and retracted from her.

“You sure Ma’am?” Samuel asked as he turned to Mrs. Skinner. She opened her legs wide in response. Samuel’s buttocks obscured our view but from the way he thrusted his hips forward, accompanied by a huge ‘Arrgh’ from Mrs. Skinner, I knew he went all the way in.

The sex-with-your-clothes-on-thing looked very interesting and I was willing to give it a try. I took the vacant place between Ann’s legs and pulled my Jockeys to the side to enable my penis to pop out in the open. Ann’s vagina was still a gaping hole from the previous entry and I slided with ease into her. There appeared to be no permanent damage to her love box as I felt her inner muscle’s contractions. She was as tight as ever as I moved in and out of her. The clothes-on-thing didn’t do it for me as the friction of my underpants against my shaft caused some discomfort. I moved to my knees to remove them and felt a helping hand.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Lisa said as she pulled the material down my legs. In the corner of my left eye I saw some more human bodies piled on the floor next to us. Diana and Mrs. Jacobs both took pity on Virgin-Harry and he was barely visible underneath their bodies. Diana was on all fours and bent down to offer Harry’s member some lip service. Her buttocks were very close to my left hand and I used the opportunity to cup the dangling piece of flesh between her legs. She groaned as I forced my middle finger through her tiny lips into the little hole between them. As I descended once again into Ann, Lisa stood in front of me, Ann’s head between her feet. She wasn’t a sex-with-clothes-on-person either and had removed her underwear in the midst of the chaos in the room. Straining my body upwards I was able to lick those beautiful clean-shaven lips, without having to leave Ann or compromise my hold on Diana’s vagina. I heard some ‘schloop-schloop-arghh’ sounds from behind me and knew Mrs. Skinner and Samuel were getting along just fine.

The warm moist feeling on my hand disappeared as Diana moved away to squat over Harry’s face while Mrs. Jacobs positioned her hips above his throbbing penis. As she sat down, Harry was virgin no more and Mrs. Jacobs let out a few giggles at his reaction. Her giggles turned into an ‘ooh’ as I reached out to her clitoris while she moved up and down on Harry next to me. Diana leaned to the side while still squatting over Harry’s licking tongue. Lisa also moved down and to the side as she stood to meet Diana’s tongue in a deep French kiss while I continued to moisturize her vulva with my mouth. Lisa also went down, now squatting over Ann’s face, enabling both of us to lick her at the same time. I concentrated on the clit and upper part while Ann focused her energy to Lisa’s vagina, flicking her tongue in and out of the tight pink hole.

“Excuse me ladies, we are being very rude to some of our guests.” I said as I moved away from Ann. Lisa leaned forward to where I have been to assume a 69 position with Ann. Janobi was still sitting in a Sharon-Stone-position, staring wide eyed at the commotion in the room. The shock must have been severe for her right hand shivered spasmodically up and down her private parts. McBride to the rescue and I replaced her hand with my mouth, kneeling between her legs where she sat on the sofa. Again I was amazed to the fact of how all women tasted different. Like a trained wine connoisseur I rolled her fluids around my palette. Crushed pine leaves with a hint of ginger and late harvest g****s. I continued eating the delicacy. A warm hand grabbed my scrotum from behind, outstretched fingers traced along my shaft. I looked around the room and everybody was accounted for but Mrs. Skinner.

Like in a game of musical chairs everybody had traded places. Lisa continued Harry’s education and she rode him like a wild horse. Mrs. Jacobs and Ann were wriggling on the floor in a 69-embrace while Diana licked Harry’s scrotum from behind as Lisa went up and down. Samuel lay alone on his back, a huge grin and lump penis – I knew the hand on my own scrotum had to belong to Mrs. Skinner. I moved my body up to penetrate Janobi. As I glided into her I thought that she was not as tight as the other women I had, but her vagina’s loose inside folds had a massaging quality I had not yet experienced. The hand on my scrotum was replaced by a mouth and Mrs. Skinner continued to lick my balls as well as Janobi’s intimacy as I moved in and out of her.

My position on the sofa between Janobi’s legs was getting uncomfortable and I dragged her along with me to the ground. Mrs. Skinner followed suit and her chubby body formed a soft cushion for my back, her breasts a pillow for my head. Janobi was now on top of me and continued to pump in and out of me. No sounds came from Harry anymore, but as Diana approached our threesome, I saw a trickle of semen oozing from her vagina and I knew she was the last to take Non-Virgin-Harry over the brink of ecstasy.

No matter where I looked or touched, I seemed to connect to human flesh. I felt the coarse hair of Mrs. Skinner scrubbing against the small of my back; tasted the familiar taste of Ann’s womanhood on my lips; saw Diana move between my legs – felt her tongue on my balls – some more groans from Mrs. Skinner as she must have shared that same tongue. I felt Mrs. Jacobs’ breasts slide over my chest as she moved down to extend the same courtesy Diana did, but from the front. Lisa joined her from the other side. I was suffocating in a puddle of sex – rolled over to breathe – penetrated Mrs. Jacobs – licked someone’s pussy – tasted like Lisa’s. Rolled over again – felt Mrs. Skinners weight on my hips as she lowered onto my penis – saw Ann and Diana kissing – I fondled both their breasts. A new taste engulfed my nostrils and lips. Fresh apples with a hint of matured Brazilian coffee beans – Mrs. Jacobs – I plunged my tongue into her core, reached up to caress her heaving breasts. I rolled over again and inserted my penis into the slobbery wetness captured in Diana’s pussy. Some more tongues, maybe three on my balls; a clit pinched between my right hand’s fingers, a clit in my left. Somebody screamed, somebody came. I felt the familiar warmth of Ann’s vagina as she lowered onto me. My view was enhanced by Lisa’s bare lips – obscured again by someone’s tongue through her legs from behind. I crawled over a pile of flesh and found another open entrance. My penis plummeted into Janobi once more. This time from behind as she was on all fours licking vigorously between Mrs. Skinner’s legs. Somebody kissed me from down under as I moved in and out. Lisa lay flat on her back between me and Janobi’s legs as she licked both of us. I retracted from Janobi and settled my penis into Lisa’s gaping mouth. I took turns from Lisa’s mouth then again to Janobi’s vagina. I grabbed two vaginas with hooked middle fingers. It was Ann and Mrs. Jacobs who kissed and fondled each other from both sides over Janobi’s back. More people screamed. Hot liquid flowed over my right arm as Ann came and squirted. Then I came – joined in the screams as I pumped Janobi full of my sperm. Somebody licked us clean as I finally retracted and fell down exhausted.

We were a pile of human flesh. Breathing, gasping for air, like a symbiotic entity – a huge animal – its body formed by our knotted limbs, tied together by sexual fluids.

***

The lingerie show was a success. A huge success. So was the after party. The four models from the city joined us. I wish I could tell you about our “thirteen-some”, but after I had consulted my Oxford Dictionary, I knew I would lack the words to do so.

We continued to do the show throughout the country and still do so. We appointed Harry and Janobi as ‘dress-assistants’ to help the models get dressed. Samuel was appointed as ‘general-assistant’ to carry and set up the stage at each town we visited. We signed in additional models in each town as we went. For the show and of course the after parties.

We make a lot of money; have a lot of sex and a bit of waltzing. Maybe we’ll see you soon.

[yee-buddy]

Holy crap that wuz epic! And thanks for typing all that!

[wheres_here]

That was better than the Beeline novels I used to find in my dad's room when I was a kid! FANTASTIC! Can't wait to see more of your work. THANK YOU!

[sentientsapien]

That was amazing! If you're not a professional writer (whether in this particular "genre" or not) you should be. That was better than half the vids or pics on the net!

[janneman1]

Originally Posted by sentientsapien

That was amazing! If you're not a professional writer (whether in this particular "genre" or not) you should be. That was better than half the vids or pics on the net!

That must be the best compliment anybody ever paid me. Appreciated. Jan.

[OMEGAop]

Damm.....


Very well done, glad you shared with us

[dragonwelshuk]

Great stuff. Really enjoyed it

[cerindclvr]

Fantastic fucking story! I usually don't read stories with so much straight sex in them but I was proper hooked... and I only just started. Can't wait to read more... thanks for posting!

[Ballyhi]

Quite a series of tunes that music teacher plays. Cool story. The writer should take up writing erotic fiction - or fact.