[ENF] Reposting Primrose Dubois’s Disrobing Disasters

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The Spy Who Came in From the Cold, Naked. Part 2


Part Two of the contest commission. Please enjoy!

*All characters are over 18 years old*



The Risqué Rendezvous


Prim’s cab came to a stop by the waterfront. The driver helped Primrose from the car, holding her door. With practiced grace, she took his hand and swiveled her hips to smoothly exit. A pair of shapely silk-clad gams emerged in the cool night air. As she dipped her head to clear the cab door, she flashed the cabbie a brief glimpse of her stocking tops and bare leg. Her silken thighs whispered, rubbing together as she rose. Primrose silently smiled to see the driver agog, nearly drooling, fumbling to close her door.

She buckled her coat as she thought to herself, “Men… How easy it was to manipulate them with just a little tease.”

Prim imagined with a giggle, “I’m sure I can dazzle my contact at Axis just as easily as this cabbie, and wheedle a little something extra and unpaid for…”

“Ma’am,” the cabbie interrupted, “The meter reads $21.75.”

“Here you are, my man, and keep the change.” Primrose handed him a fifty-dollar bill. “Remember, be back here in thirty minutes, and wait if you must.”

He touched his cap in acknowledgement and watched her cross the wet street, surrounded by mist. Even in her trench coat, Primrose’s curves made a delightful rear view as her stilettos clicked on the pavement. The cabbie departed with a soft-but-sly wolf whistle, as his passenger was obscured in wisps of fog.

Tonight, Primrose imagined herself a sexy spy, and had certainly dressed the part; with a dark Burberry raincoat, silk scarf, fedora, Manolo heels and black, seamed silk stockings. She also wore a sexy ensemble of unmentionables, as she planned to ‘pop’ in on Edward French later tonight. One liaison following another, for an intimate tête-à-tête.

She saw a slight figure smoking and reading a newspaper under the streetlight. The man was wearing a slouch hat, scarf, khaki trench coat, and dark trousers.

Primrose approached and looked at her watch. She was right on time.

“Does ‘Canary’ still want to sing for ‘Jay’ on the waterfront tonight?” Primrose asked, avoiding eye contact.

After a pause, the man put out the cigarette and answered, “Yes, the Canary will sing if all Jay’s C-notes add up.”

“Aha!” Primrose exclaimed, stepping back, and staring at Canary. The man had a curious tenor voice, at odds with his pencil-thin mustache, pointed beard, and dark glasses.

“Do you have the money?” he asked, regarding her cautiously.

Primrose produced a fat security envelope and countered, “Yes, and you have the formula for the adhesive?”

“Microfilm,” he said with a raised eyebrow, as he took a small package from his satchel. It was open on one end and she could see the tiny inside.

“Of course,” she said, “Now hand me the microfilm first.”

“Not quite!” Canary protested.

There was a short stalemate where each clutched their parcels and hesitated.

“Let’s do this,” Prim suggested. “You put yours on the window ledge behind you, and I will put mine on this bench. We then return to the streetlight, shake hands, and then we retrieve our respective packages.”

“Very clever..., You must be a pretty good spy,” Canary declared. “Right, here we go, but no funny business!”

They simultaneously positioned their packages, returned, shook hands, and hurried to secure their packets. As they both examined the contents of their parcels, they slowly drifted back together under the light pole.

The Canary opened Prim’s envelope and counted the money with the speed of a cashier, quietly tallying to himself as Prim held the film to the light and examined it for authenticity.

Satisfied, Primrose touched her finger to her hat in a parting salute, and said, “It has been a pleasure doing business with you.”

“Wait!” Canary chirped. “You are three-hundred dollars short!” He sn*tched the microfilm back from Primrose and shoved it in his pocket.

“Canary, you cannot be serious. What is a mere $300.00 compared to TEN GRAND?”

He replied stone faced, “A deal is a deal! You still owe me three C-notes.”

Prim checked her purse but found no money left. She winced with regret at having overtipped her cabbie just a few minutes earlier.

“Alright, I’ll write you a check,” she announced.

“Are you kidding?” he whispered. He crossed his arms and said, “I am not about to accept a check from you. The deal is off. I am going to keep these five bills for my inconvenience.” He removed $500.00 and tried to hand the balance back, but Primrose objected with a splutter.

“Let’s not be too hasty, please…, I uh..., I really need this deal to go down, Canary. You see, I’m, umm, well this bird is a bit out on a limb here, so to speak.”

Canary paused, sensing his advantage, and countered, “What do you have…, for trade, to settle the score?”

“Well, let me see, uh…” Prim muttered nervously as she opened her coat to rifle through the interior pockets, revealing her closely tailored grey suit jacket with its matching pencil skirt.

Primrose found nothing in her pockets, and flashed Canary a nervous smile. “I uuhhmm... I didn’t realize I would be forfeiting my personal belongings tonight...to pay the balance so to speak.”

As the befuddled Primrose stalled for time, the canary said, “Let’s start with these pearls,” as he hooked a finger in the rope around Primrose’s neck.

“Unhand the strand, you masher! You are NOT getting my pearl necklace!” she snapped.

“Then what else are you offering, Jay?” Canary demanded
Prim held up her purse and smiled sheepishly.

“Nice try. Go on!”

“Ok, well what about this?” Primrose asked, handing over her watch. “It’s a Cartier.”

Canary regarded it closely and responded, “This is a fake, but a very good one. I’ll credit you $100.00 for this watch.”

The flustered Primrose breathed a sigh of relief to realize she was moving her debt in the right direction.

“What say you for this bracelet?” Primrose asked.

“Only $50.00.” Canary said.

“You have got to be kidding. It is a genuine Tiffany!”

“I stand firm, those are all over the resale market today. Besides, my lady friend has more subtle taste and would not wear something like that.”

“Huff,” Prim muttered, handing over the jewelry. “I don’t suppose you want anything else?”

Canary said, “As a matter of fact, I do. I’ll spot you $25.00 for those earrings.”

“Ok, here...” Primrose said as she unfastened and handed them over. “You just take them then, and I will consider my debt paid.”

Canary regarded her without emotion.

“Aren’t we close enough? I’m over half way...”

Canary chided, “You still owe me money, and you are going to pay”

“Okay, okay, you sound like some pool hustler I saw in a movie.” Primrose asked, “$125.00 is it?”

Canary nodded.

Prim continued, opening her trench coat. “How much for my coat? It is a Burberry and surely worth the remaining balance!”

He parried, “It is a very used Burberry, and I will only give you $50.00 for it.”

“What will you give me for…,” she stammered, fingering her expensive skirt. “Please work with me here and help a girl out.”

Canary shrugged without a reply.

“How about this Gucci suit jacket?”

Canary did not immediately respond, so Prim added, “I’ll throw in the scarf!”

Canary held up two fingers and stuffed the jacket and scarf into his satchel and said, “What’s next?”

“Next? What do you mean next?” Primrose stammered as she began to redden. “We’re good now, aren't we?”

“Oh no we are not. Your bill is still $105.00.” Canary answered firmly.

“I don’t have anything left to give you. I mean... Otherwise, I would likely be left only in my lingerie and that would be most inappropriate… and very uncomfortable for me.”

How about the hat then? He asked, feeling the brim.

Understanding her unpreventable upcoming uncovering, Prim protested, “Not happening, I need this hat to maintain my…. well, if not my dignity, then certainly my anonymity.”

Primrose did some quick addition in her head and arrived on a clever plan. “Let’s try something different,” she said with a forced smile as she opened her coat like a flasher. “Do you see anything you like?”

He said, “I rather like that blouse; I will give you $25.00 for it.”

“Really? For my blouse? Oh, well, I’ll be out of here soon enough.” Prim thought as she unfastened the round buttons and peeled the shirt from her shoulders, revealing her full breasts barely concealed by a delectably sheer black demi-bra. With a mouthwatering wobble of her creamy mounds, she removed her shirt with dexterity while still covered by her overcoat.

“Will you hurry up! I haven’t got all night, JAY!” He rushed her, despite grinning at her near toplessness.

Primrose spat, “Well, it’s just that, well... we’re out here in the street, and umm... a car could come by… and it’s a bit awkward stripping off in public TO SAY THE LEAST!”

“I’ll remind you this was ALL your idea, Jay.”

“Yeah, well, I would not have chosen such a public place if I knew I would be FORFEITING my clothes!” said the blushing Primrose.

“You are the one who showed up short, now come on with it. We are at $80.00 and you’re still very much in the... umm... RED.” he said with a chuckle, looking at her frowning flushed face.

Primrose pleaded, “$80.00, really! Is it only eighty dollars?”

Canary admonished her, “This is simply business and don’t you pride yourself on being a professional business woman?”

“Of course, yes, of course. But what type of professional business woman is undressing on a street corner by the docks?”

Canary retorted, “I risked everything stealing these company secrets. Your risqué review here hardly compares.”

“Very funny!” Primrose sneered, as she flashed another fake smile. “Maybe you could cut the microfilm, and retain, say three quarters. I could then pay for the rest later?”

“Ha HA! Very thoughtful, but no dice!”

Primrose stamped her heel in frustration, her hands hugging her chilly upper arms pushing her spectacular tits up and out from her open coat. Canary noticed her nipples printing spectacularly against her see-thru brassiere and smiled.

Prim gasped to see him gawking and hauled her coat closed around her body. “What do you suggest then?” she hissed.

“Well, how about $30.00 for your skirt?”

Primrose blinked with a red face as she thought to herself, “Okay, I AM wearing underwear tonight, and I do have my coat... Still, I could be flirting with disaster...” as she fingered the full vent in the back of her raincoat. “My stocking tops will be visible.” Primrose steeled herself and turned her back to him, “I guess I could part with it.”

Primrose slowly lowered the zipper of the tight skirt, and shimmied her plump buns and full hips from the garment. Her jacket slipped from her shoulders, falling to her elbows, and revealing her reveal. First to peek out was the top of Prim’s black garter belt, snuggly fastened about the top of her hips, indenting her flesh so slightly. Next, below a pair of scrumptious dimples where her glutes began, was the low waistband of a tiny sheer black pair of hipster bikini panties. These shook in the street light, struggling to cover her ample ass, now trembling, along with her tatas, tottering with her efforts. As Prim tugged the tight skirt down, it caught her knickers and they rolled right off her hips.

“No Oh, no, No NO, EEEP!” she protested as her plump ass was fully-exposed and nearly half her pruned brunette shrubbery emerged. Her rock-hard nipples escaped her bra with a near-audible “SPROING,” as she stooped to grab her lowered panties, now dragged atop her taut garters gripping her stockings. She tried to pull her panties up, to quickly restore her modesty, but sadly they were rolled into a tangle. Canary laughed out loud at the humorous sight, as Primrose tried to re-cover her brunette landing strip and her big bottom and its heavenly cleft with the tiny garment. Primrose whimpered in frustration, turning in circles, as she glared to see him watching intently.

“I like your choice of lingerie.” he said, licking his lips.

Primrose pleaded, “Could you please STOP LEERING AT ME???”

“I could, but it’s all part of the transaction. Besides, I’m not surprised to know you’re a fake blonde after all!” he laughed.

She scowled in response, finally managing to realign her panties to cover her naughty bits, but only just barely. As she worked to pull her coat back on, he leaned in and groped her.

“You don’t have any cash stashed in there, do you?” he snarked, feeling her firm, plump breast, escaped from her flimsy brassiere.

“MEEEP” Prim squealed as her tweaked nipple hardened even further in the cool night air. “My B... b... boobie! How dare you, sir? Only a street walker would stash cash in there!”

“Well, you ARE walking the streets tonight, so to speak! Well, how about down here?” Canary deftly hooked his delicate finger into the thin waistband of Prim’s panties, and began to haul them off her loins.

GARRRHhh… Prim cried as she quickly arrested tonight’s second panty lowering by clutching her undie’s front panel and holding it fast against her muff. “Just WHAT are you doing, SIR?”

“I AM TRYING TO GET PAID! Do I need to remind you again? $20.00 for your bra!” as he released her knicks and deftly unfastened and removed her front-loading brasserie.

Whaah? How am I supposed to… I need the support, otherwise I’ll be bouncing… out here... like some kind of wanton stripper!” Prim protested as her lower lip trembled and her perfectly formed melons quivered completely unfettered, each capped by a pair of tightened pink teats reaching for the murky skies above.

“You’ll manage just fine, dearie...” Canary declared as he shoved her delicate, still-warm, hooter hammock into his satchel, now bulging with nearly all Primrose’s wardrobe.

Primrose regarded the grinning Canary, then down to see all her clothes stuffed in his bag instead of on her body, and squealed in protest, “$30.00 more? ...”

“Correct, thirty dollars. I take $30.00 for your panties.”

WHATT?? You have got to be kidding!

They match the bra, and I could sell them all together

“Oh, I’m not sure... Are you sure you are the real Canary? I… this is really, sooo... so embarrassing!”

“Chop, chop! I must get going soon.”

Primrose slowly tugged the tiny sides of her bikini panties down. She first revealed the top of her nether fur, then she spun around to show her scanty undies rolled halfway down off her robust, yet most round derrière. As she awkwardly stooped over and carefully plucked her knickers from her heels, Canary decided to test out a rude thought. With an audible “plunk,” a shiny 10¢ piece snapped hard against Primrose's ass, leaving a red welt, and then tinkled to the pavement below, before rolling into the storm drain.

“OUCH!” Primmy squealed, rubbing her offended bare backside. “What the heck was that?”

“I just wondered if I could really bounce a dime off that… I mean your tight ass... Uhh and well, I guess I have proven my theory...”

“HOW DARE YOU, SIR?!”

“I apologize, Jay. That WAS a bit rude.”

“Yuh think?” Primrose added, blinking in fury as she handed over her panties. Despite her anger, she realized her undies were rather moist in her hand and the embarrassing shock of her arousal immediately disarmed her.

She stammered, “I, c, can, cannot, say, why, I mean… with all this dampness tonight…, it is all from the fog…out here, it's not at all like I ENJOY being naked in public…YOU KNOW!”

He took a moment to examine her delicate unmentionable and held the fine garment to his nose, while he inhaled deeply.

“Ah...yes... still as fresh as a daisy...err... I mean a primrose...” He corrected, watching the flower’s namesake glowering at him, her face the color of an aubergine. Prim tried to hide her plump hooters and her non-blonde sn*tch from his gaze, and stared as he tucked her moist panties into his coat pocket and handed over the envelope with the microfilm inside.

“Paid in full. Here you are, Jay.” Canary announced.

Primrose, still blushing hotly as she nervously released her big hooters to freely sway as she took the microfilm. Primrose smirked with a sneer at Canary, as she clapped the envelope across her wriggling panty hamster.

With an “OHHhh…oooh,” she threw her raincoat around her naked body. Primrose quipped; “I DO HOPE YOU HAVE HAD YOUR JOLLIES TONIGHT, ALL AT MY EXPENSE...AND UTMOST MORTIFICATION!” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

She spun on her heel and turned to move toward her cab that she just noticed arrived.

Canary halted her in her tracks, as her marvelous denuded glutes, peeking from the vent in her coat, clenched with her arrested halt.

“Jay, I have another secret to sell…that is… if you are interested…, but it will set you back another $500.00.”

“Whoa,” Primrose stammered, stunned. “How can I do that? I have nothing left to offer besides my cab fare!” she protested.

“Well… There is still your coat...”

She cut him off and nearly screamed, “YOU ALREADY SAID this coat was only worth $50.00!”

“Not so fast, my maroon-faced mark, stunningly standing here nearly starkers.”

“MARK? What do you mean? Are you saying I have been ‘played’?” “YOU PLAYED ME?”

The canary continued with a wink and a sly smile, “Your coat..., and some PICTURES!”

“PICTURES??” Primrose screeched with alarm.

With an evil grin, Canary produced a tiny spy camera, equipped with a flash.

“If I trade my coat, I’ll be…naked!”

“Yes, indeed you will. But you better hurry and decide because I need to leave very soon.”

“YOU MONSTER!! You knew I was in over my head from the beginning! You took advantage of... of me… a silly girl... obsessed with spy novels…, who is about to be nude in front of you!

“SHHH,” he interrupted, putting an oddly slender and manicured finger to her objecting lips. “Again, I remind you whose brainchild this catastrophe was in the first place.

You cannot possibly be serious?”

Canary nodded emphatically.

“You CAD! “Oh, very well! You win! OHHHH OMG it’s freezing!” as she slowly removed her coat and handed it over.

Primrose clamped her palms against her tightened teats, crossed her legs, and wrinkled her nose in disgust, as Canary focused his camera.

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The Spy Who Came in From the Cold, Naked. Fin


*All characters are over 18 years old*




A Discomfiting Dénouement



After a full five-minutes performing for the lens in flagrante, complete with dozens of shots of better-than-amateur nudie pole work, against the very chilly street lamp, Canary shuttered his camera and put it away.

“Bravo, and well done! I must say…” With a broad smile he regarded his destitute and denuded dupe, now sheened with sweat and squatting breathless on her hams with one arm squashed across her boobs, and the other thrust into her fluffy auburn crotch, clamped against her pulsating womanhood.

“Now that you are indeed as naked as a Jay, it is I, who must bid you, adieu.” Canary handed her a small cardboard tube containing the additional secrets, picked up his satchel with all Prim’s clothes and turned to leave.

“WAIT… please, I uh. I forgot; My cab fare is still in my coat…” as she saw the lights of her hack waiting across the foggy street. “I have no way home.”

“No, I guess you don’t,” he said.

“Tell you what... Since I’ll be taking your cab, I won't be needing this bus transfer anymore. You can have it.” He chuckled as he held up the thin strip of paper. She clutched the tube against her mammaries with one hand, and with the other still grasping her hot muffin and the microfilm. Primrose awkwardly approached knock-kneed on her ridiculous high heels, her naked form still glistening with perspiration. She was careful to not flash him when she took the proffered pass. As if handing a crust to a bird, he placed the transfer between her trembling ruby lips, matching her flaming cheeks, while she watched in disbelief, her eyes comically crossed.

“The bus stop is right over there at the next light. You have about one minute till it arrives.”

She looked despondent as she nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot, heels clicking, as she held the envelope against her twitching muff and the tube mashed against her protruding breasts while the stand of chilly pearls danced about her sweat-sheened mounds. Despondently she discovered, she couldn’t cover everything and hold on to her dearly bought gains.

In her mind’s eye, she could see how foolish she looked. Shaking and squirming, with the bus transfer in her mouth, her silken thighs rubbing audibly together and the garter belt cinched tight around her narrow waist. The sturdy tabs of which tugged firmly on her stocking tops fore and aft, and splendidly framed her mons of Venus and her undulating bare ass cheeks. Oddly, she felt more naked than so mortifyingly minimally attired.

She “MEEPED” as she saw him still leering. Primrose spun about, tomato-faced, and said between her teeth, “Youf fertainly guft duh vetter end of thif deel!”

She turned away from Canary to leave.

“And speaking of better ends…” he stated, noticing her jutting ample ass. “Congratulations, you're in the black,” he ordered. “Now SCOOT!” as he delivered a sharp swat to Primrose’s bare buns.

“EEEeeff!” She yelped, as her plump ass cheeks quivered in response to his degrading spank. She could only slowly cross the street toward the bus stop with mincing, pigeon-toed steps. Prim’s bottom rolled deliciously, framed by her snug garter belt stretched across her delicious rump. For a moment, she bared her plump tits to grasp the bus transfer in her fingers but she sadly dropped the microfilm. The reel unrolled on the street and Primrose comically chased after it in her heels.

Knock-kneed, with a marvelous upthrust ass and her dewy nether lips winking for additional pictures, she secured the secrets unrolling, and clutched the tangle against her bronze bush with both hands. With wambas wobbling wonderfully uncovered, she squealed in frustration as Canary took a few more flash photos. She stared back at him with a miserable expression as her bare ass wagged to and fro in the night air.



Naked as a Jay



Trembling, Primrose clutched the small envelope and tube against her still-moist puppies and sn*tch as she clicked across the street in only her hat, garter belt, stockings, and heels. She quickly pulled the hat low across her face when through the mist, she caught sight of two people just ahead at the bus stop. Mustering the shreds remaining of her dignity, she tried to approach them nonchalantly, though absurdly naked.

As Primrose arrived at the stop, she saw a man and a woman, both unclad like she, cowering in shame as they waited for the bus. With a jolt, she suddenly stopped. Directly in front of her, in only their underwear, were her two colleagues, Edward French and Brooke Broadsheets.

Her blushing crush, Edward French, wore only a tiny yellow thong, along with his shoes and socks, gartered around his calves. He crouched and clutched a parcel against his sizable bulge, now beginning to grow, as he watched his girly’s familiar naked form trot from the mist, all a-wobble.

Primrose then stared at Brooke Broadsheets, standing close by but facing the opposite direction from Eddie. The red-faced Brooke was wearing a sheer, baby blue teddy, snug against her svelte curves. Brooke wore a pair of nude-colored hold up stockings and a stylish pair of designer heels, but little else. Primrose, her face still concealed by the brim of her hat, nearly smiled to see her rival, covered in goose pimples, her ruddy nipples hard as garnets, holding a file folder against her bare bum, deliciously divided by a string of blue beads, comprising the strand in her teddy’s G-string back.

From her vantage point, Primrose stared at Edward’s tight buns for a moment, then back at Brooke as she cocked her fedora back.

“Primrose! It’s you! Whatever are you doing here?” Brooke spluttered.

Primrose quickly clamped her hand back on her bits, and regarded Brooke who was not quite so naked as she was. Edward spun around and Primrose lowered her eyes to his growing manhood. Prim fake smiled at Brooke, who queried with a chuckle, “Well we all seem to be out of the frying pan and in the fire, although it seems you have lost ALL of your small clothes.” Primrose scowled at Brooke, her lower lip trembling.

Edward asked, “Primmy, did someone spank your ass?”

Primrose looked over her shoulder to see a small, but very distinct, red handprint on her butt. She then looked up and pouted to see the smiling faces of Brooke and Edward watching her reddened buns quiver.

“I came here tonight to conduct a business transaction, but sadly did not bring enough money.” She sniffled.

“SO DID WE!” They both clamored. “An awful Canary relieved us of our clothes! It was SO HUMILIATING, but WE were allowed to keep our undies!” Brooke managed to giggle.

“Well, yes, I certainly see that…. Whatever are we going to do now?” Prim asked. “We cannot board the bus like this!”


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Back at the street light, Canary, disconnected the electronic voice disguiser and peeled off the fake beard and mustache. Canary, aka Annie, laughed in triumph as she ditched the dark glasses, shook out her lovely, real blonde hair from beneath her slouch hat, patted her fat purse and bulging satchel, and hopped into the warm cab Primrose had conveniently arranged earlier.



An Embarrassing Exeunt



Before the near-naked trio could commiserate further, the trolley bus arrived, on its last run of the night. The three undressed executives slowly boarded, only to find the vehicle filled with the departing second shift from the nearby Naked White Bread Bakery.

Both Brooke and Edward hung onto the overhead straps, which limited their ability to cover their bodies while holding their packages.

Primrose, clutching her cunny and her parcels with one hand and holding a single, bare breast with the other, turned in circles, nearly hyperventilating, as her plump bottom cheeks jostled and pressed against the standing-room-only crowd. Two of her senior scouts, working at the bakery, whom she now unhappily recognized, moved apart, and offered her a seat between them. Primrose quickly accepted and plopped her bare buns down on the cold plastic seat. She crossed her legs and clenched her arms atop her boobs with her secrets, and pouted straight ahead, tomato-faced.

Unfortunately, Prim’s scouts took considerable licentious license, as the trolley bus passed under many bridges and through dozens of dark tunnels, which vibrated the line’s catenary, causing the vehicle’s interior lights to frequently flicker out. She squealed and yipped as their roaming hands furtively fingered her naked figure in the darkness, repeatedly.

The bus finally reached the stop at the company carpark. The three exposed executives scampered off, bare buns bouncing, bolting to their respective rides. Primrose, rubbing her pinched and spanked parts, realized only now, she had left her keys in her coat. As she sadly watched Brooke speed away in her sports car, the thong-clad Edward rolled up on his Vespa. He nodded at Primrose. She starred back, with the classic ENF pose, realizing he was the only port in her mortifying storm. She slowly swung a stockinged led across the scooter’s rear saddle and sank her still-warm womanhood against the chilly leather. She bit her lip in shock as her lovely ass was deliciously parted by the narrow scooter seat. Prim gasped at the shameful sight she now presented, and gripped Edward around his naked torso. He sped off through the darkness, delighted to feel Primrose’s full breasts pressed warmly against his bare back, topped with her throbbing nipples. Prim dropped one arm a bit lower and secured his rock-hard member. Both of their red-hot faces broke into a smile, despite their dis-dressed situation.



Epilogue



First thing the next morning, the three shamed execs had to secretly reimburse their company when they discovered each of the trade secrets, they purchased so dearly with their dignity, turned out to be clever fakes, completely worthless.

In Primrose’s office, Annie brought her boss both the paper and her coffee.

The Exposé & News Fusion, reported a fire destroyed the Axis Chemical Company skunkworks and with it, all work on their new product line. Their progress on the new adhesive would be delayed indefinitely. Reading through the article about Axis, Primrose understood her complete humiliation was for naught, and she was out ten grand. She held the pages, trembling with rage, and silently cursed herself for being so foolish.

Annie, seeing her boss upset, piped up, “Ms. Primrose, this will make you laugh.”

Anne turned the paper over to the back page where the publishers always placed the comics and a humorous photo.

There, in black and white, beneath the caption: "Where is this denuded trio hiding their bus fare? " was a picture of Edward, Brooke, and Primrose clambering aboard without their clothes. Shot from the street, their faces were mercifully obscured, but their butts, completely bare, were prominently depicted.

“Isn’t it funny?” Annie asked.

Primrose could only gasp as she hastily put her saucer over the picture. Crimson-faced, she replied tersely with a smirk, “HYSTERICAL!”

Primrose shortly composed herself and rang Edward to ask him to join her for lunch. On her way to meet Eddie, Primrose noticed a commotion outside the employee cafeteria, around the company bulletin board. Curious, she approached the crowd and peered in to see what was so interesting.

On the board were tacked several 8 x10 glossies of Primrose Dubois, in what could only be described as, the most compromising of poses. The company Veep was pictured performing a pole dance with a street lamp, in only her hat, heels, silk stockings, and garter belt.

With a shriek of embarrassed disbelief, Primrose sn*tched them from the board and ran to the ladies’ washroom, where everyone heard her bawling. Annie smiled at the crowd, and with a knowing wink, went inside after her ridiculously ruined superior.

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Catastrophic Calamities at the County Fair, Part 1


*All characters are over 18 years old*

Credits to Ray Bradbury



Part 1, Arrival at the Fair


The sun shone brightly on a beautiful August day, as the school bus turned off the main road and proceeded down the rather bumpy gravel track leading to the parking lot of the country fairgrounds. The bus was filled with students from Puttyville’s Ivy Industrial Institute on their way to the Annual County Fair. Excitement about the field trip buzzed through the bus as everyone finished their sack lunches. Despite all the bus’s windows being rolled down, it was quite warm aboard the vehicle.


Right up front, fanning herself with the fair program, sat Regina Dubois, the school’s Provost, and Dean of Students, growing more uncomfortable by the minute. Fully six feet and two inches in her heels, statuesque was an understatement when describing Regina. Her height and shapely legs made her full bosom and broad hips seem more proportional than a straining 39-inch tape measure might indicate.


With a haughty “Hrrrumph!” she brushed a fiery lock of her red hair from her flushed face, sheened with droplets of perspiration. Today she planned to be far away from this banal annual tradition, but that was before the silly Miss Dilby fell and sprained her ankle. Only this morning, after she was dressed and heading for the art museum, had the crotchety Ms. Cordelia Cockfoster, president of the Institute, rang and re-routed Regina, to be relegated to a school field trip chaperone.


While the students chatted with bubbly excitement, Regina superciliously stewed about having to babysit a group of boisterous students running about at a ‘rinky-dink’ carnival. She was furious at Cordelia.


“Really?” Regina thought bitterly to herself. “The Dean of Students demoted to serve as a child minder?” “How could the Cockfoster be so cruel?” She hated riding on the filthy bus, lacking air conditioning. She was also disgusted by the provided cafeteria food smelling up the vehicle. She fanned her face faster as she was completely overdressed and already hot and very bothered.


She continued complaining, “Of all days for this to occur!” Regina was supposed to be attending a spectacular unveiling at the art gallery today and was completely crestfallen when Cordelia called and asked her to cover for a lowly teaching assistant injured this morning. She should be sipping sherry and enjoying a canapé right now, while admiring the well-muscled nude male statues chiseled from stone and sizing up the well-heeled males in attendance for comparison. Instead, here she was; bouncing and sweating on a vinyl bus seat, pressed against the moist, full-figured band leader, Ms. Mildred Bushyberry!


Today for the art show, Regina had carefully selected and purchased a special outfit as well as a new ensemble of classic underpinnings. She wore a rich red 1960-era short sleeved sheath dress with a deeply scooped neckline, magnificently showcasing her luscious, curvy breasts, upthrust and well-fettered. Her luxurious red hair was perfectly styled and pinned up in a most elegant fashion. Regina’s toned arms were decorated with a pearl bracelet and a Cartier watch. She also carried a matching leather handbag.


True to form, she carefully selected very special undies for today, but more on those later. Her boned underwear provided a gentle foundation to her chest, waist, and hips, and presented a splendid overall shape. From the rear, her black seamed RHT silk stockings encased her lovely gams from her four-inch scarlet heels, skyward for seemingly miles, until vanishing beneath the daring vent in the back of her tight dress. Instead of full-cut sheer panties, today she had chosen something a bit more daring for the day-a saucy pair that hugged the hips, revealing quite a peek of cheek on the backside, despite her misgivings as to the risk. Even now, as she squirmed a bit, she felt a sexy snuggie as the silk worked its way between the cheeks of her full, rounded bottom. She slyly smiled as she wiggled her ass gently on the seat, so Mildred would not notice.


She looked down while seated and saw to her discomfiture, just below her considerable trembling bare breast-tops, that despite her slip, she could see her garters and their metal clips printing on her dress, across her thighs.


She thought to herself, suddenly very self-conscious, “I just knew this was too snug! People will think I’m wearing a wiggle dress...and it’s sooo hot today!”


With a particularly rough ‘BUMP!’ Regina was jolted back to the present. She realized here she was, sweating and miserable, forced to eat this revolting school lunch to avoid becoming lightheaded and perilously close to being embarrassingly un-in-charge.


Regina frowned and looked askance at Millie chewing a mouthful and asked, “Mildred, how can you eat that disgusting tuna sandwich?”


“It’s not so bad, Reg, they also had ham. I traded with Primrose earlier because tuna salad upsets my stomach. Here, won’t you please try this half of my ham sandwich?”


“Well...okay...” Regina muttered, as she slowly bit into it with a wrinkled nose. She just managed to eat it all up as the bus began to slow. Regina waited, as she watched her bench-seat buddy with disdain, the jigglepotumus Ms. Bushyberry, munching on her cookie. The pair of perspiring faculty professors were both full figured women and filled their seats most snugly. Their silk stocking-sheathed thighs rubbed together while their torsos and sweat-flecked arms occasionally brushed against each other. Regina was disgusted with this travel situation.


The truth be known, to call Bushyberry fat was not correct. While certainly not statuesque, at 66 inches tall and sporting 37-27-37” marks, Millicent was unquestionably Rubenesque. Today she looked striking. Millie wore a special ensemble; a snug and short black sleeveless sheath dress decorated with red side panels. The garment embodied the I3 school colors, as well as coordinated with her band’s uniforms, they would be wearing at the performance today. Her lush head of dark hair was permed into ringlets surrounding her smiling flushed face. She was determined to lead her orchestra to victory in the fair’s ‘Battle of the Bands.’ Beneath her dress, Millie was fully fastened. She sensibly wore a full black slip atop a longline girdle; its garters firmly anchoring her nude, RHT silk stockings. Her girdle was coupled with sturdy control top panties, and a heavy-duty bra that could well-secure her Guns of Navarone-sized boobs!


Millie whistled her band's big number, while Regina unhappily wriggled closer due to the lurching of the bus, grinding to a stop.


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Further back in the bus, sat Primrose and her crush Miles, sadly separated by the aisle. Prim wore a fetching pair of tight white athletic short shorts, coupled with a pink tube top and matching sneakers. Miles, wore a zip-neck polyester shirt, Bermuda shorts, and loafers.


Recently, things had not been completely rosy between the two lovebirds. Prim had been teasing Miles unmercifully with the promise of some fantastic fellatio but she unfalteringly failed to follow through. Even now, as he watched her drinking her soda pop, Primrose caught his eye. She licked the neck of the bottle most suggestively, then darted her pink tongue down its throat. She winked coyly at Miles, and giggled loudly.


This flirting was not lost on a mother who delivered a sharp snap to Miles’s head. She snipped, “Miles, keep your eyes forward.”


“OWIE!” he yelped. Right beside Miles, sat another chaperone and his domineering mother, Alexandra Jameson. She was determined to stifle any hanky-panky on this outing. She wore a sleeveless white denim shirtdress, fastened with brass buttons all up the front, a narrow leather belt, and strappy heeled sandals.


Behind Prim and Miles, were Genevive Jameson and Beth Modiste. They were bickering about the latest cheerleading angst and batting each other with their empty paper lunch sacks. Beth had on a tie-front crop top, tight capri pants and Doc Martins with pink laces. Gen wore a light green jersey top, and hip-hugging cutoffs, coupled with platform slides.


In the back of the bus, sat Al Roper Jr., wearing bib overalls without a shirt, a feed cap, and brogans. Right next to Al was Annie Andreson. She was dressed in an electric blue terry cloth romper suit, sleeveless and legless, as well as a pair of wedged heels. Annie was showing a lot of sun-tanned skin, beautifully complimenting her long blonde hair.


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The bus rumbled to a stop and the doors opened. Just as everyone stood up to bolt out, Regina rose to her imposing, high heeled-height, and blocked the aisle, effectively arresting everyone’s exit. She towered over the anxious undergraduates as a hush fell over the bus.


Regina barked, “Now listen up, all my students. I well know that when you are unsupervised by your faculty, the entire school erupts into a shameless display of adolescent abandon! Today, I am well supported by a host of chaperones. I expect everyone to behave, represent our school in a most favorable light, and practice the very picture of protocol, decency, and decorum. There are to be no public displays of affection and absolutely NO ribald behavior. Violators will be given demerits and returned to wait with the bus in this hot parking lot. "AM I BEING CLEAR?” A pregnant pause ensued as Regina’s chin rose in approval to see her chaperone, Alexandra Jameson, sitting very straight and nodding in agreement, while looking very sternly at Miles and Primrose.


"Yes ma'am!," the students responded loudly.


Regina continued, “Now, we will orderly and quietly exi...”


“BRRRIIINNNGG!” Just then, the rear emergency escape door burst open, and the alarm bell sounded, drowning out Regina. Her eyes flashed with fury to be so interrupted. She saw Al and Annie jump out the back before she finished her instructions. This sudden exit triggered the rest of the students who all stood and bolted past Regina with such a start, the dean was knocked back on her duff, right atop Millie who shrieked with surprise. Regina’s legs flew up as her skirt drooped, exposing her gartered stocking tops, as well as a bright red panty peek to the flood of outrushing students. Mildred’s dress also rode up and her girdle gripping her plump thighs was prominently displayed.


Once the bus was empty; the tangled twosome managed to sit upright. Millie helped Regina back into her seat and the ladies tugged their dresses back into place. Embarrassed, the two looked away from each other as they then stood up at the same time, comically colliding with each other.


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Shaking her head in disgust, Regina exited the bus followed by Millie Bushyberry. Right at the bottom of the bus door steps, waited Ms. Cordelia Cockfoster and Mr. Ernest Bastermats, whose family chemical company was sponsoring the fun fair this year. Cordelia fumed and stared daggers as she shook Regina’s and Millie’s hands.


She said icily, “Ladies, I see you managed to get the students here in one piece, albeit not without a lapse of discipline and more or less a Moriarty upskirt upon arrival!”


Regina blustered, “It was that miscreant Al Roper and his girl Annie! They ruined my cautionary address and ....”


“Reg,” Cordelia countered, “You cannot continuously blame the kids for your shortcomings. You must get control of yourself...and your clothing...and behave like a proper provost of our beloved Institute!”


“B...B... But I was...” Ernest cut off the protesting Regina, and declared, “I think everyone made it just fine and we should go in and enjoy the carnival! Ladies, right this way. There is someone I want you to meet.”


The foursome moved to the ticketing area and entrance to the fair. After Ernest gave everyone a ticket, each of the adult fairgoers moved through the rusty, old-fashioned, iron turnstile, operated by a rather crusty carny and a clown. While all the kids clicked through with speed, the process slowed as the more mature and comelier customers’ approached.


The carny said, “A lady always waits for her gentleman to hold the gate for her... Please, ma’am, one at a time.”


Regina smirked to see Bushyberry squeeze through the turnstile. It was tight fit and only with considerable pressure was Millie able to get through. As the clown approached, the carny pushed on her plump ass cheeks with both hands, getting a most good grip before guiding the aghast Millie in.


“Why was it turning so slowly?” Regina wondered. Then it was her turn. The carny gave her butt a firm pat as she moved through the turning bars. She gasped in alarm and felt the bars lock up before she could pass through. The clown pretended to assist, but only managed to feel Regina up as she squealed in protest. The horny harlequin got quite a handful of her hooters before Ernest interceded and helped Regina out of the barrier. Regina flushed and flashed her eyes angrily at the clown and carny as more than a few chuckles sounded from watching fairgoers.


Once in the fairgrounds proper, both man-handled matrons looked back at the entrance with incredulity as they both patted their dresses, their hands moving all about their recently groped goodies with disbelief as to what had just happened.


The sunny fairgrounds were divided into various sections. Immediately across from the entrance was the Midway with a plethora of amusements. Then followed the rides section, food fair, and finally the bandshell and animal exhibits.

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Something Shameful Surely Will Ensue


*All characters are over 18 years old*

Credit to Ray Bradbury


A Bus Load of Bouncing Beauties



The sun shone brightly on a beautifully warm October day, as the school bus turned off the main road and proceeded down the rather bumpy gravel track leading to the parking lot of the country fairgrounds. The bus was filled with students from Puttyville’s Ivy Industrial Institute on their way to the Annual County Fair. Excitement about the field trip buzzed through the bus as everyone finished their sack lunches. Despite all the bus’s windows being rolled down, it was quite warm aboard the vehicle.


Right up front, fanning herself with the fair program, sat Regina Dubois, the school’s Provost, and Dean of Students, growing more uncomfortable by the minute. Fully six feet and two inches in her towering heels, statuesque was an understatement when describing Regina. Her height and shapely legs made her full bosom and broad hips seem more proportional than a straining 39-inch tape measure might indicate.


With a haughty “Hrrrumph!” she brushed a fiery lock of her red hair from her flushed face, sheened with droplets of perspiration. Today she planned to be far away from this banal annual tradition, but that was before the silly Miss Dilby fell and sprained her ankle. Only this morning, after she was dressed and heading for the art museum, had the crotchety Ms. Cordelia Cockfoster, president of the Institute, rang and re-routed Regina, to be relegated to a school field trip chaperone.


While the students chatted with bubbly excitement, Regina superciliously stewed about having to babysit a group of boisterous students running about at a ‘rinky-dink’ carnival. This year’s was very different, held in the autumn, after the school year had started, most curious. Reg was furious at Cordelia.


“Really?” Regina thought bitterly to herself. “The Dean of Students demoted to serve as a child minder?” “How could the Cockfoster be so cruel?” She hated riding on the filthy bus, lacking air conditioning. She was also disgusted by the provided cafeteria food smelling up the vehicle. She fanned her face faster as she was completely overdressed and already hot and very bothered.


She continued complaining, “Of all days for this to occur!” Regina was supposed to be attending a spectacular unveiling at the art gallery today and was completely crestfallen when Cordelia called and asked her to cover for a lowly teaching assistant injured this morning. She should be sipping sherry and enjoying a canapé right now, while admiring the well-muscled nude male statues chiseled from stone and sizing up the well-heeled males in attendance for comparison. Instead, here she was; bouncing and sweating up a vinyl bus seat, pressed against the moist, full-figured band leader, Ms. Mildred Bushyberry!


“What a cow!” Regina thought to herself.


Today for the art show, Regina had carefully selected and purchased a special outfit as well as a new ensemble of classic underpinnings. She wore a rich red 1960-era short sleeved sheath dress with a deeply scooped neckline, magnificently showcasing her luscious, curvy breasts, upthrust and well-fettered. Her luxurious red hair was perfectly styled and pinned up in a most elegant fashion. Regina’s toned arms were decorated with a pearl bracelet and a Cartier watch. She also carried a matching leather handbag.


True to form, she carefully selected very special undies for today, but more on those later. Her boned underwear provided a gentle foundation to her chest, waist, and hips, and presented a splendid overall shape. From the rear, her black seamed RHT silk stockings encased her lovely gams from her four-inch scarlet heels, skyward for seemingly miles, until vanishing beneath the daring vent in the back of her tight dress. Instead of full-cut sheer panties, today she had chosen something a bit more daring for the day-a saucy pair that hugged the hips, revealing quite a peek of cheek on the backside, despite her misgivings as to the risk. Even now, as she squirmed a bit, she felt a sexy snuggie as the silk worked its way between the cheeks of her full, rounded bottom. She slyly smiled as she wiggled her ass gently on the seat, careful that Mildred would not notice.


She looked down while seated and saw to her discomfiture, just below her considerable trembling bare breast-tops, that despite her slip, she could see her garters and their metal clips printing against her dress, across her thighs.


She thought to herself, suddenly very self-conscious, “I just knew this was too snug! People will think I’m wearing a wiggle dress...and it’s sooo hot today!”


With a particularly rough ‘BUMP!’ Regina was jolted back to the present. She realized here she was, sweating and miserable, forced to eat this revolting school lunch to avoid becoming lightheaded and perilously close to being embarrassingly un-in-charge.



Regina frowned and looked askance at Millie chewing a mouthful and asked, “Mildred, how can you eat that disgusting tuna sandwich?”


“It’s not so bad, Reg, and this one is ham. I traded with Primrose earlier because tuna salad upsets my stomach. Here, won’t you please try this half of her sandwich?”


“Well...okay...” Regina muttered, as she slowly bit into it with a wrinkled nose. She just managed to eat it all up as the bus began to slow. Regina waited, as she watched her bench-seat buddy with disdain, the jigglepotumus Ms. Bushyberry, munching on her cookie. The pair of perspiring faculty professors were both full figured women and filled their seats most snugly. Their silk stocking-sheathed thighs rubbed together while their torsos and sweat-flecked arms occasionally brushed against each other. This travel situ was unbearable!


The truth be known, to call Bushyberry fat was not correct. While certainly not statuesque, at 66 inches tall and sporting 37-27-37” marks, Millicent was unquestionably Rubenesque. Today she looked striking. Millie wore a special ensemble; a snug and short black sleeveless sheath dress decorated with red side panels. The garment embodied the I3 school colors, as well as coordinated with her band’s uniforms, they would be wearing at the performance today. Her lush head of dark hair was permed into ringlets surrounding her smiling flushed face. She was determined to lead her orchestra to victory in the fair’s ‘Battle of the Bands.’ Beneath her dress, Millie was fully fastened. She sensibly wore a full black slip atop a shaper girdle; its garters firmly anchoring her nude, RHT silk stockings. Her girdle was coupled with sturdy control top panties, and a heavy-duty bra that could well-secure her Guns of Navarone-sized boobs!


Millie whistled her band's big number, while Regina unhappily was pushed closer due to the lurching of the bus, until it finally ground to a stop.



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Further back in the bus, sat Primrose and her crush Miles, sadly separated by the aisle. Prim wore a fetching pair of tight white athletic short shorts, coupled with a pink tube top and matching sneakers. Her blonde hair was pulled in top a ponytail. Miles, wore a zip-neck polyester shirt, Bermuda shorts, and loafers.


Recently, things had not been completely rosy between the two lovebirds. Prim had been teasing Miles unmercifully with the promise of some fantastic fellatio but she unfalteringly failed to follow through. Even now, as he watched her drinking her soda pop, Primrose caught his eye. She licked the neck of the bottle most suggestively, then darted her pink tongue down its throat. She winked coyly at Miles, and giggled loudly.


This flirting was not lost on a mother who delivered a sharp snap to Miles’s head. She snipped, “Miles, keep your eyes forward.”


“OWIE! Mom, take it easy.” he yelped. Right behind Miles, sat his domineering mother, another chaperone, Alexandra Jameson. She was determined to stifle any hanky-panky on this outing. She wore a sleeveless, white linen shirtdress, fastened with brass buttons all up the front, a narrow leather belt, and strappy high-heeled sandals.


Behind Prim and Miles, were Genevieve Jameson and Beth Modiste. They were bickering about the latest cheerleading angst and batting each other with their empty paper lunch sacks. Beth had on a tie-front crop top, tight capri pants and Doc Martins with pink laces. Gen wore a light green jersey top, and hip-hugging cutoffs, coupled with platform slides.


In the back of the bus, sat Al Roper Jr., wearing bib overalls without a shirt, a feed cap, and brogans. Right next to Al was Annie Anderssen. She was dressed in an electric blue terry cloth romper suit, sleeveless and legless, as well as a pair of wedged heels. Annie was showing a lot of sun-tanned skin, beautifully complimenting her long, blonde hair, waving in the fall sun.



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The bus rumbled to a stop and the doors opened. Just as everyone stood up to bolt out, Regina rose to her imposing, sky-high heeled height, and blocked the aisle, effectively arresting everyone’s exit. She towered over the anxious undergraduates as a hush fell over the bus.


Regina barked, “Now listen up,... YOU, all my STUDENTS! I well know that when you are unsupervised by your faculty, the entire school erupts into a shameless display of adolescent abandon! Today, I am well supported by a host of chaperones. I expect everyone to behave, represent our school in a most favorable light, and practice the very picture of protocol, decency, and decorum. There are to be no public displays of affection and NO ribald behavior. Violators will be given demerits and returned to wait with the bus in this hot parking lot. AM I BEING CLEAR?” A pregnant pause followed as Regina’s chin rose in approval to see her chaperone, Alexandra Jameson, sitting very straight and nodding in agreement, while looking very sternly at Miles and Primrose.


"Yes Ma’am!" the students responded loudly.


Regina continued, “Now, we will orderly and quietly exi...”


“BRRRIIINNNGG!” Just then, the rear emergency escape door burst open, and the alarm bell sounded, drowning out Regina. Her eyes flashed with anger to be so interrupted. She saw Al and Annie jump out the back before she finished her instructions. This sudden exit triggered the rest of the students, who all stood and bolted past Regina with such a start, the dean was knocked back on her duff, right atop Millie who shrieked with surprise. Regina’s legs flew up as her outfit hiked-up, exposing her gartered stocking tops, as well as a bright red panty peek to the flood of outrushing students. Mildred’s dress also flew up and her girdle gripping her plump thighs was prominently displayed.


Once the bus was empty, save for the driver, a mister Fred Scuttle who would remain aboard to check the fluids and pressures of his vehicle. He has been looking in the rear mirror at the tangled twosome with their dresses above their garters, who just managed to sit upright. Millie helped Regina back into her seat and the ladies tugged their dresses back into place, while glaring at the driver, grinning in the mirror. Embarrassed, the two looked away from each other as they then stood up at the same time, comically colliding with each other.



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Shaking her head in disgust, Regina exited the bus followed by Ms. Mildred Bushyberry. Right at the bottom of the bus door steps, waited the school president, Ms. Cordelia Cockfoster and Mr. Ernest Bastermats, whose family’s chemical company sponsored the fun-fair this year. Cordelia fumed, her eyes filled with anger, as she shook Regina’s and Millie’s gloved hands in respect to formality.


Cordelia remarked icily, “Ladies, I see you managed to get the students here in one piece, albeit not without a lapse of discipline and quite a bit of a Moriarty upskirt show upon arrival. What have you two to say?”


Regina blustered, “It was that miscreant Al Roper and his girl Annie! They ruined my opening cautionary address and then they....”


“Regina,” Cordelia cut in, “You cannot continuously blame the students for your shortcomings. You must get control of yourself...and your wardrobe...and behave like a proper Provost, and the Dean of Students, of our beloved Institute! You should always set an example for these students to emulate!”


“B...B... But I was...” Ernest cut off the protesting Regina, and declared, “I think everyone made it just fine and we should go in and enjoy the carnival! Ladies, right this way. There is someone I want you to meet.”


The foursome moved to the ticketing area and entrance to the fair. After Ernest gave everyone a ticket, each of the adult fairgoers moved through the rusty, old-fashioned, iron turnstile, operated by a rather crusty carny and a clown, both equipped with elevator eyes, apparent as they drooled at the sexy-looking chaperones. While all the kids clicked through with speed, the process slowed as the more mature and comelier customers’ approached.


The carny said, “A lady always waits for her gentleman to hold the gate for her... Please, ma’am, one at a time.”


Regina smirked to see Bushyberry squeeze through the turnstile. It was tight fit and only with considerable pressure was Millie able to get through. As the clown approached, the carny pushed on her plump ass cheeks with both hands, getting a most good grip before guiding the aghast Millie through.


“Why was it turning so slowly?” Regina wondered. Then it was her turn. The carny gave her butt a firm pat as she moved through the turning bars. She gasped in alarm and felt the bars lock up before she could pass through. The clown pretended to assist, but only managed to feel Regina up as she whinnied in protest. The horny harlequin got quite a handful of her hooters before Ernest interceded and helped Regina out of the barrier and into the park. Regina flushed and flashed her eyes angrily at the clown and carny as more than a few chuckles sounded from watching fairgoers.


“You naughty masher!” Regina scolded.


Once in the fairgrounds proper, both man-handled matrons looked back at the entrance with incredulity as they both patted their dresses, their hands moving all about their recently groped goodies with disbelief as to what had just happened.


The sunny fairgrounds were divided into various sections. Immediately across from the entrance was the midway with an array of amusements. Then followed the rides, food fair, the bandshell, and the animal exhibits.



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Inappropriate Introductions


As the students hurried excitedly for the midway ahead, the adults followed more slowly, at a distance. They moved through a low area, and suddenly, as the morning mist burned off, a most peculiar procession approached. There were clowns, freaks, animals, dancers, and musicians, all dressed in vibrantly colored costumes and performing enroute. At the head of the parade, walked a tall man, smartly dressed in black formalwear, complete with a cane and top hat.


“Ahhh... Good morning, sir!” Mr. Bastermats greeted him. “Please allow me to introduce these distinguished faculty members from our Ivy Industrial Institute; first I present President Cordelia Cockfoster, then Provost Regina Dubois, and finally Professor Mildred Bushyberry.”


“Ladies,” he continued, “Please join me in welcoming Mr. E.N. Fogler and the entire cast of his Ludicrous Kerfuffle Karnival to our community!”


As all shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, a dwarf clown stepped up and offered his small hand to Regina. She smiled condescendingly, and stooped to oblige, when she suddenly froze, hearing a loud series of pops. Her mouth formed a small ‘o’ as she realized her stylish dress was far too snug to allow her to perform such a stooped-over maneuver. The clown wagged his and her proffered hands with impatience while Regina’s cheeks blushed with an awkward glance about to see everyone watching her. She would certainly now have to improvise. She slowly tugged her dress up her thighs, and with a rueful smile as the dark welts of her stocking tops and garter fastenings basked in the late morning sunlight. Thusly leaned over, with her creamy breast mounds threatening to debut, and the luscious lengths of her gorgeous gams on display, Regina reddened hotly in alarm as the grinning clown pumped her hand for a long minute. Everyone watched her plump breasts nearly bobble free from the top of her dress as well as her stocking tops quiver as she clicked her heels in disbelief. Then, the sound of the popping of her outfits' back seam announced the emergence of her large rear end, barely pantied, blossoming from the back of her tight dress.


Several nearby cameras flashed, clearly capturing the puffy areolas of her breasts peeking over the top of her gown like a sunburst, triggering her to react just before her nipples and derriere joined the photo op. As Reg reached to secure her descending neckline, her stuck-up confederate Alexandra, gasped in astonishment and grabbed Regina’s shoulder. This was just enough to permit a very pink, and perky nipple from Regina’s left breast to pop out, hardening in the cool mist. Reg gasped and rapidly broke contact from the midget, stood up, and tugged her dress up over her tits. She looked around with a squeal, and touched her hair with apprehension, then threw a hand around her bottom generating a delightful self-swat. She quickly concealed inches of ass crack peeking above her too-small, hot pink, bikini panties, just as the back seam of her tight dress parted.


Regina, her face now very hot, saw with surprise, every mouth of her ad hoc audience, hanging open, with anticipation to see more of her charms.


To draw everyone’s attention from the disconcerted and distraught Regina, Ms. Bushyberry turned to Mr. Fogler and asked, “What a curious name... what is the origin?”


“Yes, as my name suggests, I love to watch, but all the players own the carnival. I am only their spokesman.”


Millie’s face flushed to see his gloved hands holding a cane topped with an ivory head, remarkably resembling the full buttocks of a woman.


Mr. Fogler then said, “Please excuse me, I must be going. Do enjoy yourselves, my lovelies.” With a flourish and practiced sleight of hand, two bright yellow tickets appeared in his gloved hand.


He asserted, “Here are some free passes, ladies. One for our Timeless Carousel and the other, our Amazing Maze of Mirrors. Please take them and enjoy.”


Both Bushyberry and the barely composed provost were bowled over by his debonair manner. They readily took the tickets from his hand with less-than-ladylike-giggles.


“We better catch up to the students…, thank you so much, SIR,…and… well, much thanks for having us here today.”


Departing, he added over his shoulder, “And please remember ladies...you’re chaperones today..., as you are charged, here at my carnival, the choice to join in, will be completely the individual’s. Please take care, as poor choices could lead to...ahem, sadness, humiliation, fear, and maybe agony... for our carnival to breakfast on today.”


As the faculty members turned to catch up to their students far ahead, a loud ‘CRACK’ was audible. Millie, Regina, and Alexandra jumped upright, all with a high-pitched yelp. Everyone stopped in alarm, to see what had happened. The three ladies were clutching their hindquarters and experiencing what felt a sharp strike impact across each of their bubbly bottoms, simultaneously administered. Each of the teachers' twin cheeks stung smartly as they looked around at their bottoms to see a phosphorescent red line slowly fading from across their assaulted asses. Alexandra oddly smiled with a wince, while Millie and Regina were completely taken aback by their rude spanking. None saw a culprit. In fact, there was nothing at all. All traces of the retinue, as well as the obscuring mist, had oddly and vanished.



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Many Mortifying Moments on the Midway


The adults, delayed by having to wait while Mildred Bushyberry repaired Regina’s dress with her ever-present sewing kit, finally approached the students at the “Rings the Bell” attraction, where many undergraduates were gathered.


“Oh Cordelia, this should be fun!” gushed Regina.


“Yes, MRS. DUBOIS,” the Cockfoster upbraided, correcting Regina’s informality. Then she added stingingly: “By the tingling in my pointed shoes, something shameful will ensue.”


Up ahead, Primrose pined for a big pink teddy bear hanging from the prize rack and she was letting all the boys know about it.


“Looks easy, son? Well, step right up.” The barker barked. Miles stepped right up, determined to win his crush the bear. Primmy performed a rather sexy cheer right next to the bell to motivate her boyfriend. Miles hefted the mallet and then swung it down with all his strength. The ringer flew upward but snagged on Prim’s tube top, pulling the pink bandeau up, and right off her body. While Miles didn’t exactly ring the bell, the effect was equally alarming. As Primrose gasped and stared down at her incredibly perky puppies, perfectly protruding from her bouncing torso.


“EEEKKK she shrieked as she looked with disbelief at her state of dishabille. Her eyes blinked as her cheeks reddened with embarrassment when she looked up at all the geeks gawking at her. Quick as a whistle, a camera flashed, Miles tented his shorts, and the crowd exploded in cheers to see Prim’s two glorious pink breasts wag up and down as everyone watched a pair of rosy nipples begin to harden in the fall air.


With a delightful squeal, Primrose clapped her hands across her bare breasts and screamed at her squeeze, now sporting a significant stiffy, “Miles, you idiot! You stripped me topless in public!”


Miles turned around, stooping, to hide his rising to the occasion, so to speak, and protested, “I… I just wanted to win you the bear.”


With a chuckle, the carney operator said, “Nice try sonny! You didn’t win the bear, but you did bare your babe’s beautiful boobs, and for that, I’ll give you this little bear as a consolation prize. Thanks for a glorious show today.”


The carny then retrieved Primrose's tube top with a stick and handed it back to the blushing Primrose, who scowled at her ad hoc audience as well as Miles.


The approaching Regina’s eyes widened at was happening and tried to turn Cordelia Cockfoster and Mr. B away, but it was too late. Both saw her daughter Primrose, with her plump tits out in public.


“Regina! What in the world is your daughter doing???” Cordelia barked.


Ernest added with a nod to Regina’s ample bustline, “I think the young lady is displaying a beautiful pair of family heirlooms, she’s obviously inherited from her mother here.”


“I... Uhh...have no idea, but I’m going to find out!” Regina fumed with a flushed face, sharing her daughter's embarrassment.


Before Regina charged up, Primrose tugged her top back into place and hissed at Miles, “Just get me outta here-NOW!”


Miles took her arm and escorted her away, but they both heard the bell ring, announcing Al’s stroke ensured Prim’s rival, Annie, now had her bear. Primrose, looked back, wrinkling her nose in frustration her boyfriend was bested by that rube, Al.


Pretending to not hear Regina’s shouting, Miles and Primrose hurried along. They passed The Ring-Toss game where Miles spotted an identical big teddy bear prize hanging from the wire above the booth.


Not watching, he poked his Primrose in the bottom with his erection.


“Hey! What’s wrong with you?”


Before he could answer, Primrose was interrupted by the carny.


“Feeling lucky, school boy?”


Miles spun about to see a very cute female vendor, suggestively spinning a rainbow-colored ring around her finger, hailing him. He paused, and looked at Primrose as if to suggest he try again, but she cut him off.


“Everyone knows those games are all rigged! Let’s keep moving!” Primrose declared.


Primrose pushed him on past, just as the vendor winked at Miles, and nodded with a sly smile at his still-full shorts! He thanked his lucky stars Primrose did not notice, as they moved away, but a final glance back caused Miles to stumble and pitch forward, and collide with his crush, nearly bisecting her bottom.


“WHAAEEiii???” Primrose startled, as she was nearly rogered by his rampant erection. “Why in the world are you...so excited?”


“I can’t control it! It has been rock-hard all morning. I mean... I... It’s been ages...since we...well we...or you...haven’t...” he mumbled awkwardly, digging himself into a pit.


Primrose retorted with a roar: “Nor will I buddy-boy! I’m not in the mood and I am mad as heck with you right now! For all I care, you can pass out from your blue balls, because I am NOT ABOUT to DO ANYTHING to relieve you...from...your...your deplorable CONDITION! ... Read my Lips... THERE ARE NO BLOW JOBS IN YOUR FORESEEABLE FUTURE nor any other CARNAL COUPLING your blood-starved brain could imagine!”



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Regina could hear her daughter shouting up ahead, but she was anxious to steer Ernest Bastermats and Ms. Cockfoster away from her recently topless daughter. She guided the adults down a branch of the Midway, hoping to restore a modicum of decency to the devolving outing she was supposed to be supervising.


“Ah look here, our very own Beth Modiste and Genevieve Jameson, in a friendly competition at the Ladder Climb Challenge,” Regina exclaimed.


Unfortunately, just as everyone gathered to watch, the good-intentioned rivalry rapidly regressed into a rather regrettable raunchy ribaldry. With both red-blooded girls intent to win, they each scrambled up the teetering rope ladders with remarkable speed toward the flag at the top. Just as Gen reached for the flag, Beth leaned over and tried to shove Genevieve off, but lost her balance and spun around, upside down. Gen then leapt onto Beth’s ladder and the two began an aerial affray as more spectators gathered to watch the girls loudly catfighting from either side of the spinning rope ladder.


To Regina’s chagrin, the crush of the growing crowd pushed her, Cordelia, and Mr. B. right to the front of the booth, where Regina triggered a facepalm at the next NC-17 rated student disaster about to occur before everyone.


“OUCH! You b*tch!” screamed Beth, as Genevieve pulled open her crop top, freed her foe’s lovely pink breasts, and pinched her taut nipples with both hands. Beth then doubled upward, pushing her full breasts through rope as the seat of her capri pants burst open with a loud “RRRIIIIPP!!”


“GAAAHH” Beth gurgled, craning her blushing face around to see her bright yellow panties, printed with colorful clown faces, on display to the crowd. Everyone was delighted to see her peachy bottom bulging around her tight cotton briefs, decidedly a few sizes too small.


Genevieve laughed and let go of Beth’s teats, “Looks like today is wash day!”


Beth, furious, bared her teeth with determination and rocked the ladder about so she was now on top, stifling Genevieve’s smart remarks with her soft boobies.


Gen started to protest, “Hey, wai...arrrgrrrmph” as she felt the rope ladder snag her cutoffs and haul them right off her hips and to mid-thigh, rolling her pink panties right down with her shorts. With her arms and feet wrapped around the rungs, she hung with her bare bottom wagging just above the mats below as her slides fell from her feet.


As applause began to fill the booth, Cordelia bellowed at Regina, “Ms. Dubois, Dean of Students, and your bloody chaperones had better DO SOMETHING IMMEDIATELY!” She scowled at the grinning Mr. Bastermats, who was adding to the cheering crowd.


By the time Regina, Ms. Bushyberry, and Alexandra wobbled over the mats and foam blocks in their high heels to reach the fighting students, Beth and Genevieve were completely entangled in the ropes and rungs and so that they were tightly bound. Each girl was secured with a ladder rung gagging their gurgling mouths, their bare breasts free and pushing through the ropes and hanging like ripe melons as the ladder spun around. The vexed vixens faced the other, angry as wet cats. Their hot, sweaty boobs rubbed together delightfully; the four mounds capped with nipples pointed like pencil erasers. Beth’s left knee was pushed between Genevieve’s legs, slightly spreading her bare bottom for the amusement of the closely watching fair-goers. Fortunately for her admiring impromptu audience snapping dozens of pictures, Gen presented a freshly shaved and waxed sn*tch, although from her muffled screams, she hardly seemed happy about it. Beth’s tired panties had, like Gen’s, glided down off her glutes, providing a scrumptious slice of crack for the crowd’s remembrance and countless photos.


The chaperones tried to grab ahold where they could, but they just added to the hilarity by pinching young breasts, grabbing tight buns, and occasionally inserting their fingers into their students more intimate openings to the howls of gagged outrage.


Two clowns soon arrived and relieved the flummoxed female faculty. They wrapped the sweat-sheened and squealing students in a shiny pink space blanket and carried them away for a very hands-on detangling back stage.


Curiously, all three of the breathless teachers felt a warmth linger in their loins after handling their nearly nude, hottie charges. They were then suddenly shaken from their moist moment by the cry of the Cockfoster.


“Chaperones indeed! Can’t you three see what is happening up ahead there? Get you fat-asses in high gear and shut that deviant morality down this instant!”


The chastised trio hustled up the midway to catch up to a large crowd of boys gathered around a very adult attraction, the titillating ‘Temple of Temptation.’ The breathless Mildred was astounded to see a bright banner across the front reading “Explore the Isle of Lesbos” and another, “Hurry Inside to Have a View of the Hareem!” All about the attraction, girls barely dressed, in what could only be described as scandalous underpinnings, in shockingly immodest colors, gyrated, shimmied, and shook to the delight of all the young males watching.


Before Cordelia could catch up, the three chaperones teachers shooed the testosterone-fueled formation away, despite the amorous sensation they were experiencing from the, well, the experience. Unimaginably, Mildred, Regina, and Alex were all feeling a heightened state of stimulation from their last stop on this midway. Partially to blame was the fact each wore a tight dress, causing their silk-sheathed thighs to slightly abrade during the arduous work of running about at Cordelia’s direction. This silken friction accelerating each of our ladies alarming amounts of arousal. As a result, as they drove the young men away, they each were transfixed by the lovely ladies in the most licentious lingerie, serving as lures for this lewd allurement. Millie, Regina, and Alexandra blushed hotly and looked at each other, knowing full well what the other was experiencing, but were unable to look away or make any sense of their erotic experience. Still, as Institute faculty and chaperones for these young students, they were incredulous about such a scandalous show at their local school carnival.




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Miles and Primrose approached the fair food court and Miles asked, “Primrose, how about some salt-water taffy?”


“Yuck! That stuff is gross!” she snapped. “I wouldn’t eat it, even if you put it in my mouth.” She dismissively turned, and with a flip of her ponytail, walked ahead toward the rides with the other students.


Crestfallen, Miles stared at his shoes, and noticed he still had a boner despite being consistently rebuffed by his icy crush.


Just then, the chaperones arrived along with Annie and Al. Miles tried again, “Anyone want to try some fair food? There are fudge bananas, chocolate frisbees, fried twinkies, yummy churros, and corn dogs!”


Regina turned to Millie and Alexandra and announced: “I for one, am NOT ABOUT to bite a fudge-banana, tongue a twinkie, chomp on a churro, or cock-gobble a corndog…. With all these students and their instant cameras all around. They would make a laughingstock of me in moments!”


Millie giggled at Regina’s crude verbiage, drawing a scowl from the accompanying Cordelia.


Miles took Al aside and whispered, “Did you manage to spike Prim’s lunch with the love dust I gave you?”


Al hissed back, “Of course! I loaded her ham-on-wheat with enough of your aphrodisiac to make a whole host of hippos horny!”


Miles responded, “I don’t understand it... I took only one dose this morning with my breakfast, and I’ve had morning wood and afternoon wood ever since. Primrose should be feeling way more turned on than she is right now! The only thing of interest to her today, seems to be that stupid stuffed bear I can’t seem to win.”


Al and Miles were interrupted by a loud female scream. When they looked over, they saw a very wet Alexandra yelling at the carny operating the Spray-Gun Balloon Race game.


“Ma’am, I’m so sorry, ... It must have been a loose connection…but I…uuhh… I think if you would calm down and take stock of your dress…uhhh,…I mean, just look down and you’ll see for yourself ….”


“Whatever are you talking about!” Alexandra screeched as she pushed her soaking wet hair from her face.


“Your dress…it’s…” he continued, pointing at her as a lecherous smile appeared on his face.


Alexandra looked down and wailed, “GAAHHHH!!!! My dress!!! It’s completely transparent!!!” To the delight of the fair goers watching, indeed it was. Miles’s mother’s linen dress was sheer as a sheet of Saran Wrap, revealing her choice of underwear today, or rather lack thereof... Alexandra obviously wore no brassiere and her pert breasts topped with dark, extended nipples, bounced about freely, under her soaked dress. Further down, it was apparent she was wearing a most sexy white garter belt, attached to a pair of sheer nude-colored silk stockings, without the hint of panties girding her firm loins.


Alexandra continued screaming, which drew more attention to the impromptu sideshow she was putting on, as she frantically turned about on one heel, then the other, trying to reduce her exposure. She plucked at her dress to try and hold it away from her moist body, but this only caused a barrage of brass buttons to pop off as the garment parted, creating more material for the camera crew on site filming “Game for a Flash!” to tape.


This all resulted in a cheer from Alexandra’s audience, composed of dozens of Ivy Industrial Institute students, who all could clearly see her skimpy lingerie was neither nylon, cotton, nor silk, but white leather. Their disciplinary docent decidedly had a dominatrix kink!


Miles could only stare, open mouthed as Al and Annie roared with laughter along with everyone else watching. Alexandra howled with embarrassment as she noticed Cordelia and Ernest approach, both astonished at her near nudity. Her nipples and her sable sn*tch, impeccably groomed, were most apparent too all.


Yelping as she clutched her rent-open wet dress around her, Alex doubled over and ran for the cover of their bus in the parking lot. The last everyone saw of Alexandra were the globes of her tight ass, fantastically framed by the tight straps of her garter belt, rolling under the transparent wet linen of her sopping dress, as she scampered down the midway.


Cordelia huffed at the sight, and said, “I think we have seen quite enough here, Ernest, let’s get a snack.” She took his arm and marched away.


As the fleeing Alexandra bolted past Regina and Millie, the two tittered at her travesty. Regina said loudly, “Mildred, did you have any idea Miles’s mother was an exhibitionist?” Millie shook her head, “No, not at all,” and laughed at her compromised colleague, caterwauling, and clutching her exposed tits and puss in a futile attempt to restore her modesty.




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“Say Millie, why don’t you and I try this one over here, for a bit of sport” Regina asked.


“Oohh Regina, a genuine Ferris Wheel! What a splendid idea. We must ride right now, my dear Reg.” Millie took Regina’s gloved hand in hers and the two sat on the small seat of the creaking ride. As the wheel slowly rotated, loading other riders, the pair exchanged small talk, then spoke of their respective challenges at school. Suddenly, just as their car stopped at the top of the wheel, Regina leaned and put a gloved finger to Millie’s lips, as she simultaneously squeezed the band leader’s formidable left breast with her other hand.



Mildred immediately bit down on Regina’s finger and held it between her lips. She then thrust her hand right up Regina’s dress and began to tickle her superior’s fancy. Regina leaned back and opened her legs to this intrusion, gulping air like a goldfish, while Millie mouthed her lips along with the inserted leathered digit, all while rocking high in the air.



After a moment of intimate intrusion, Regina announced, “I’m driving! Get that fantastic ass of yours on my lap right now!” Millie wasted no time stretching across the seated Regina who pulled the band leader’s dress up over her hips as she wriggled her bottom to assist. Regina stared down nearly breathless at an ivory shaper girdle; atop the full-cut, bright red panties her colleague wore.



“Millie, you minx! Red panties, just like mine!” Regina declared as she delivered a hard smack across the rosy panty covered bottom presented before her on the Ferris Wheel. One by one, Regina unclasped Millie’s girdle’s garters from her seamed, RHT stockings. Millie then squealed as Regina began tugging her girdle up, up over and off her plump ass cheeks. Once her shaper was around the Bushyberry’s waist, Regina lost no time tugging her panties down to Mildred’s mid-thigh.



“Whatever are you going to do now Regina?” murmured Millie.



“Just what you have always been asking for, Mildred!” Regina responded.



Now it was time for Mildred to gulp air like a goldfish as Regina began spanking her friend’s rotund and upthrust big bare ass, rapidly changing its color from creamy white to crimson, as the elder Dubois’s leather-gloved hand applied scores of stinging swats to her sit spot to sound of much “MEEPing” from Mildred. Regina then rubbed Bushyberry’s well beaten bottom to the sounds of cooing and sighing, especially when Regina’s lingering fingers, delving between Millie’s glowing plump cheeks, probed the her most intimate regions with penetrating persuasiveness.



But just then, Mildred swiveled about and pulling her upthrust dress right off her head, and straddled her surprised provost, ensuring her enormous breasts were completely hauled from her sturdy bullet bra, and mashed against Mrs. Dubois mouth.



“Whaahhhh...blub blub bll…” Regina burbled, motor-boating on Millie's amazing milkers.



“Regina, I need you to...my breasts, I need you suck my...my tits...!”



Millie sat nearly naked aside Regia, with her dress off, bra pulled down, her girdle, hauled up over her hips, and her soaked panties tangled about her ankles. Regina tried to say something in protest, but Millie grabbed her superior by her luscious red locks and pulled Regina up for a full, tongue-in, lingering kiss.



Regina, now aroused and feeling very frisky having been French kissed by her former foil for five minutes, could not resist grabbing Millie’s hot and swollen bottom with both hands and bouncing Mildred’s moistened mound topped by a trimmed bush against her very own stockinged leg, exposed by her own dress riding way up.



Just as her fingers moved closer to push all Bushyberry’s buttons, the wheel began to slowly creak free and rotate, wresting them from their reverie with the terrifying thought they may get caught.



“OMG! We’re moving…. Quickly! Mm..m…My dress… Help me with my bra! Where are my panties???”



In a flurry of flapping clothing, squeaking, and jostling, by the time the wheel began it normal movement, the two recalcitrant women were reasonably recomposed, though hot-cheeked, breathless, disheveled, and now wearing each other’s lipstick AND each other's panties.





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Meanwhile, down below, at ground level...



With the chaperones absent, Miles slipped away back to the Ring Toss game and tried his luck with the cute operator. Soon however he was out of money, and he appealed to the comely carny for help.



“You see, my girlfriend REALLY wants that bear, and well, I uhh…was…hoping you could help me out.”



She wasn’t about to give in and countered, “Tell you what. You're kinda cute so I’ll make you an offer. For every two items of your clothing, I’ll give you a complimentary toss.”



He paused for a moment, thinking how close he had come just minutes earlier. Besides, he had his basketball uniform in his gym bag, back on the bus. “What the heck, he was sure to win the bear.” he told himself.



A pair of shoes and socks, and a shirt and undershirt later, Miles stood blushing uncomfortably in front of the grinning girl who was biting her thumbnail in anticipation. Miles, in only his Bermuda shorts, was something she was very happy to behold. His smoothed, long-muscled, and tan physique was most dishy she decided.



“Well, that’s it…I certainly can’t afford to go on…” Miles complained.



The Carny piped up, “Since you have been such a good sport and I am DYING to see what you’re wearing under those shorts, I’ll give you one last chance toss for the pair.”



Miles looked around. Currently no one around the booth to see him bet his Bermudas. She patted the pile of his clothes she had on her counter, and prompted him, “Let’s go big boy, get ‘em off.”



Miles slowly shucked off his shorts, and handed them over. She laughed out loud and clapped her hands. “He really did it!” she giggled to herself. She licked her lips to see him wearing a truly brief pair of briefs, bright yellow with white flowers, in honor of his crush’s namesake. Miles trembled, tomato faced, barefoot and knock-kneed, as she handed him his last ring.



Staring at his considerable bulge, she said in a husky voice, “You certainly seem to be well equipped, and rather… excited.” He blushed furiously and trying to ignore her, turned to face the bottles. “Heyeeee” he squeaked as the girl gripped his hot buns, barely covered by the near T-back of his Y-fronts.



Startled, he complained, “Hey, no grabbing, okay?”



“Sure, kid.” She lied, and as Miles leaned over and prepared to toss, she wound up to warm his buns smartly and properly, but her assault was suddenly arrested.



Just then, there came a very loud and very familiar and very adult female voice, that instantly turned Miles’s blood to ice.



“MILES!!! What-are-you-doing?” “Why are you parading before this…girl… in only your UNDERWEAR?”



Before he could answer, his toss went wild, and he clutched his hands over his crotch, as he faced his furious mother. She had dried off her dress, brushed her hair, and replaced many missing brass buttons with safety pins. Her screams were drawing a lot of attention from fairgoers and the red-faced Miles blinked back at many astonished faces now peering at him, in his undressed state, with curiosity.



“Mom, I can explain, I was trying to win this bear for Primrose, and I…”



Alex snapped, “Right, you stripped off your clothes in front of this little tramp, to win your decent, proper girlfriend a teddy bear?” “Get over here young man,” taking hold of his arm and pulling him to her. “We are leaving RIGHT NOW!”



“Wait, Mom…my clothes,” he whined. “Let me get dressed, pleeease.”



“You should have thought about that earlier, now let’s GO!”



During his dressing down by his mother, the affronted carny surreptitiously snagged Miles’s miniscule manties on a nail protruding from the rail for a more drastic dressing down.



As Alex hauled him away from the booth, Miles felt his briefs being pulled off as he struggled to keep his mother from increasing his growing exposure. “Mom, hold on…a second…STOP…”



Alexandra looked back at the carny who was laughing hysterically and snapping pictures of Miles, and joined by a half-dozen other girls giggling and pointing as his underpants were pulled off.



“Miles, whatever are you stopping for?” was followed by a loud “RIIIPPP” then,

Ooohhh Noooo…MOM…!”



Alexandra turned and screamed, “MILES!!! WHY ARE YOU NAKED?”



Suddenly, from the booth, flew an expertly tossed rainbow colored ring, and to everyone’s astonishment, it landed right on Miles's erection, sliding down his shaft to form an impromptu cock ring. Miles yelped and yipped, but was unable to remove it, as he grew even larger from this latest humiliation.



Everyone laughed as the Carny girl shouted, “I get lots of practice. Wear it with pride!”



Alex shook her head in disgust and dragged him along by his ear, forcing him to walk stooped over, using one hand to cover his bum, and the other to clutch his rock-hard ringed member. As the befuddled youth stumbled along, his mother spanked his bare bottom over and over to the delight of everyone watching. The miserable Miles stared slack-jawed to see many of his classmates watching his undoing, including the entire female basketball team, all taking pictures and laughing at the embarrassed naked boy being hauled off and spanked by his mother.



Adding to their hilarity, Alexandra’s hastily repaired dress malfunctioned again and

Soon she was flashing stocking tops, creamy thighs, glimpses of garter, and lots of boobage to her audience. When she reached the riding arena, she sat down on a bale of hay, hauled the denuded dupe, over her lap, and began further reddening Miles’s bottom with her hairbrush as he kicked and cried in protest.



Alexandra then heard someone say, “Hey sister, hold on just a minute…”



The Bridle, Tack, and Reins team gathered round her.

“Why don’t you mind your own business you frea…?” was all she got out before they mobbed her and bundled Alexandra away.



Miles sprang to his feet and abandoning modesty, rubbed his burning buns with both hands as he bolted for the bus and his gym bag, his big boner bobbing.





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Many Mortifying Moments on the Midway



A short while later, Ernest Bastermats suggested to Primrose and Cordelia, “Let’s ride the Steeple Chase and explore the Insanitarium! It looks like the weather may be changing and it may be a good idea to finish up the rides soon.”



Cordelia nodded in agreement as she watched many students heading in that direction. In front of the attraction a large sign read: Don’t be a Gloomster, be a Steeple Chaser! The Chase’s Hills are Full of Thrills! Satisfaction Guaranteed by Builder, A. Frahm. There was also a scary visage a man grinning from ear to ear.



Just then, Mildred and Regina hurried up to join the adults and Primrose. Cordelia crossly asked, “Where have you two been?”



“We...uuhh...wuuh we were riding the Ferris Wheel.” they both blurted to their boss, standing at attention with their hands behind their back, like naughty schoolgirls caught misbehaving.



The Cockfoster barked, “Hah! “By the looks of your clothes, hair, and makeup, you two look like you have been wrestling with that trained bear back there.”



Both blushed furiously as their hands brushed their bobs, tugged at their dresses, and felt their flanks, patting down the other’s panties, their own now around the other’s bottom. This sensation served to remind them of their lewdly licentious lesbian behavior, stuck atop the wheel, just minutes ago. Millie fidgeted to realize Dubois’s too-small unmentionables were uncomfortably bound tightly up between her plump cheeks, while Regina’s eyes bugged with the realization Millie’s plus-size underpants were at approaching half-mast, completely below the globes of her rump’s glutes.



As if on que to break the tension of this awkward silence, Miles ran up and took Primrose’s hand. He was now dressed in his school basketball uniform.



She asked him, “Miles! I’ve missed you. We thought you were lost. Where have you been and why did you change clothes?”



“I umm… I just wanted to show some school spirit, I guess.” He mumbled, dodging her question. He thought to himself, “Why was she acting so receptive now?” He hoped he could get the ring off his raging rod before she found it. At least the athletic supporter he now wore under his shorts, was somewhat securing his unstoppable Soldier-standing-at-attention.



“Well,” Primrose announced, reading the sign before the Steeple Chase, “Miles and I are going to ride the Sky Chair Lift, because we need to talk some things out (‘wink-wink’ at her boyfriend) and this looks like it might make me queasy.” She then led Miles away.



Cordelia concurred with Primrose assessment of the Steeple Chase, and said to Millie, “Mrs. Bushyberry, let’s ride this fair’s famous carousel.” Mildred responded, “Yes, of course! I have free pass from Mr. Fogler!” Their departure left Mr. Bastermats and Regina with only Al and Annie.



“What do you say Mrs. Dubois, up for a wild horsey ride?”



“Why, thank you, Ernest, but I do hope it is not too scary!” Regina offered him her arm and they walked together up the wooden ramps, leading to the ride.



Once they were at the head of the line, ready to start, a scary looking attendant with a mischievous grin and chomping a cigar, barked, “Everyone rides tandem today. Double up on your ponies.”



Al and Annie rushed for the last steed in the back to experience the most thrills, leaving the first horse for Mr. B and the provost to mount. Once he was seated, Regina approached the pony apprehensively. Worried about her tight dress with its low neckline, Regina now regrettably realized Millie's mixed up panties were suddenly heading south. Just as she reached to tug them up, the attendant appeared and with a leering smile, grabbed the shocked provost around her trim waist and manhandled her full figure, sidesaddle, in front of Ernest. She gasped to feel his warm breath, with a hint of tobacco, waft across her bulging bosom as she leaned into him. Fuming, she pushed the carny away, took the reins, and leaned back against Ernest. One by one, the ponies were released, and began to slide down the rails and pick up speed. The flying horses ‘jumped’ over hedges, ditches, fences, and even a small steam along the way as everyone screamed and held their hands in the air.



Regina, seated as she was, began to lose her balance and yelled, “Ernest, sir, ...I must ask you to...to steady my....”



“Of course, my dear.” he said as he gripped her hips, then her waist.



“OHhh My...I’m surely going to fall...” she cried, while he moved his hands higher to get a better grip as the ride violently pitched their speeding mount to and fro as she rose high in her saddle.



Bits of turf flew about, as splashes of water to simulate an authentic steeplechase while the rides raced through a tunnel, then strobe lights, before slowing at the finish line decorated with dozens of colorful pennants and a replica church steeple.



As the ride came to stop, everyone waiting to board stared in shock at the spectacle at the head end of the hitch-up.



There in shock, sat Ms. Regina Dubois, wide-eyed and bolt upright, still clutching the reins. Her dress had ridden up to her hips so there was plenty of stocking top, garter straps, and creamy bare thigh to be seen. Between her slightly parted knees were stretched Bushyberry’s oversized red polka-dotted panties, prominently now on display. Best of all, however, was the sight of Regina’s cracking rack, bouncing in the afternoon air. Her moist and massive, barely demi-brassiered boobs, both out from the top of her dress, were securely in the hands of her fellow gentlemanly rider, seated behind her. Regina’s eraser-sized nipples were just covered by her bra’s creamy lace trim, but her rosy areoles were clearly visible, resembling twin rising suns emerging against a field of white, like the flag of Japan’s navy.



A few camera flashes and the murmuring of the que, brought Regina back to the moment. She slowly looked down and took stock of her dishabille she was presenting. Her eyes opened even further, as she gasped for breath, dropped the reins, and waved her hands above her cool handled hooters. “Err....Ernest, Mr...B... we have stopped and you can now please... unhand..., let go of my t...”



As she yipped at the spectacle of her undressed breasts, Regina saw, along with everyone else, a sticky blotch of mud on her dewy decollete, just begging to be wiped off. There was a flurry of handkerchiefs waving at the opportunity, but Mr. Fogler suddenly appeared and did the honors, visibly stiffening her nipples in the process. She could only stare down in open mouth disbelief when with a near-audible ‘SPRONG,’ both her rock-hard nipples popped into view. As the crowd hushed, Mr. Fogler deftly tucked her teats back in, while Regina gasped at the feel of his icy fingers touching the tips of her two tremendous tits. He then gently guided Regina off her steed and helped her to her heels. She later swore she felt his cool hands everywhere at once; copping a feel, clutching her bare bottom, delving into her damp scarlet-furred cleft, brazenly brushing between her upper thighs above her stocking stops, before finally stealing a full kiss from the fully felt-up, flush cheeked, and flummoxed faculty head, as Mildred’s panties drifted slowly to her four-inch designer heels.



Regina gasped as they passed the photo booth, to see herself red-faced on the ride with her tits out, mouth open in shock, and panties around her knees. She blushed furiously when people recognized her from the pictures and said, “There she is! It must be some kind of stunt.”



Regina squawked at her gawkers, laughing at her, and taking more pictures, “stop looking at me” as she clamped her arms over her boobs, stooped forward, and shuffled slowly to the ladies loo, complaining, “THIS IS SO UNDIGNIFIED! Mrs. Cockfoster is surely going to pay for this.”





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Curiously, at the exact same time, but across the fairgrounds, as the sky darkened, Mr. Fogler guided Cordelia and Mildred toward the timeless carousel. They noticed this curious attraction was much more somber than other merry-go-rounds they had seen before. It was painted in darker colors, and featured scary night beasts, suspended midgallop, as well as benches decorated with bats, cats, and other curious nocturnal creatures.



“This ride is the favorite of our Pandemonium Shadow Show!” Mr. Fogler cried above the wind. “Let me help you aboard.” Both ladies noticed they were the only riders embarking, but were too excited to care, as they hurried along.



Mildred noticed a sign reading, ‘Out of Order, KEEP OFF!’ and looked concerned.



Mr. Fogler read her mind and assured them both, “No worries, ladies, it has just been repaired.”

He then helped them select their mounts, though they were the only riders.



Mildred Bushyberry mounted a rampant black stallion, as Mr. Fogler assisted her and ensured her snug dress was hiked up well above around her bulging but well-girdled midsection, so she could “best experience the ride” he added with a chuckle. Cordelia noticed Mildred was NOT wearing her usual conservative underwear, but rather a bright pair of bright red panties, far too small, and now stretched into a genuine G-string, completely on display and her uncovered plump bottom bounced on her horse’s matching bare back. Bushyberry, bubbly with excitement, shouted, “Don’t dally, Delia, hurry up and get on!”



Cordelia then felt their mysterious host hoist her atop a leaping panther and get her seated. She began to protest as she felt her skirt raise, but strangely could say nothing. Her legs, covered in old-fashioned roll-up white stockings, secured with elastic garter bands of yesteryear topped with pink rosettes, were fully exposed and surprisingly still attractive. She shuddered as she gripped the fierce feline’s flanks, brazenly bare, but thankful no one else was around to see her immodest exhibit.



A peculiar looking carney stepped up as operator, and pulled the knife-switch handle. The control box spat, as arcs of electricity flew around the carousel, then subsided as the amusement began to move; but in reverse!



Both women yelped in alarm as the carousel lurched, began to spin slowly then very quickly, and the calliope screeched a very disconcerting tune. Mildred, with her musical training, thought she could recognize it as a work of Chopin, but it was being played backwards!



As the ride swirled madly, both ladies could see the carney grinning next to Mr. Fogler, who was staring at them very intently.



As they bounced up and down on their rapidly revolving, pole-mounted mounts, they pitched forward to clutch the neck of their respective beasts to keep from falling off. Both were suddenly covered in St. Elmo’s fire and to scream, although they were not being harmed, but rather changed.



The two faculty members began to feel oddly aroused as they spun around, dresses billowed up and out, their bottoms bouncing, and mons of Venus mashed against the charged polished poles moving up and down by the oscillating crank rods sliding up and down, above. While they could only see the other across from them, they witnessed with each reversed revolution of the carousel, they were both becoming more youthful.



“Yes, ladies, your seeing is believing. Our carousel can rewind the clock of time!” Mr. Fogler shouted over the din.



His comment, however, did little to halt their hysteria. As they howled, static electricity continued to crackle and pop against their bounding bare hindquarters. They both stood in their stirrups whooping with arousal as the blue flashes of energy danced around their nether regions for what seemed an eternity.



Finally, the contraption slowed and jerked to a stop with a loud hiss, then silence.



The women were able to sit back down in their saddles, and with a plop and gasp that generated a puff of smoke from each of their astonished mouths, Cordelia and Bushyberry each slowly began to take stock of their situation. They each dismounted and stared at their altered states in the mirrored panels at the center of the carousels, alternating with mysterious scenic sections.



Mildred saw herself now a youthful, yet plump, young female of senior student age, like when she herself was an I3 band member. Open mouthed in stunned shock, she ran her hands first through her mane of luxurious blonde hair, then felt her sumptuous firm and full sweater pies, before cupping the cheeks of her full and high thrusting, broad bottom. Her clothing had transformed and her dress was still very snug, and her underpinnings tight girdling her plump loins.



Cordelia stared, mouth agog, to see reflected was an incredibly attractive middle-aged woman. She had morphed back in time to be the mouth-wateringly MILFy hot body, I3 teacher she once had been. Gob smacked; she gawked at her transformation. The Cockfoster had returned to her namesake, a luscious, lithe, long-legged lass with perky tits and an ass so tight you could bounce a dime off it. As she spun around, mystified, yet unable to look away from her reheated, hot ass image from yesteryear.



“What do you make of this, teach?” Mildred asked.



“It must be some strange illusion, a trick.” Cordelia murmured, still stunned, and staring at her reflection.



Mr. Fogler then took each lady’s hand and shouted above the coming storm, “Time is short, my lovelies, we must now hurry to rejoin the others.” They headed for the Insanitarium.





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Far above the chaos below, rode Primrose and Miles, seated on the Sky Chair, and distracted as the lovebirds now were, not paying much attention to the deteriorating weather around them.



Miles asked his girl, “Primmy, are you feeling okay today?



I’m fine Miles, why do you ask?”



Well, it just seems you have been rather frosty with me today.... Did something in your box lunch upset your stomach?”



“Of course not! I traded Ms. Bushyberry my ham for her tuna anyway, and she shared it with the Cockfoster.



Miles winced to think the school’s biggest prudes had consumed a quadruple dose of Don Brew-Haha’s Vestal Virgin Pushover Paste! Even those two must be feeling hot-to-trot by now.



Primrose whispered, “I was getting turned on being your prick tease, kinky being b*tchy. It’s all good. Now, come closer big boy.”



In the blink of an eye, they were up to some serious necking on the elevated ride, perfect to avoid prying eyes of the supercilious chaperones as well as Prim’s overbearing mother, Regina.



Earlier, when boarding, they were confused why the attendant made them pass up three empty chairs before he seated them, but they also failed to notice him whisk the ‘WET VARNISH’ sign from the chair and hastily discard it.





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While smooching and during a lot of heavy petting, Miles wasted no time lifting Prim’s tube top and getting his hands all over his crush’s renowned pink and perfectly plump pair. No slacker herself, Primrose had deftly fished into Miles’s uniform shorts and was busy getting her hands inside his jock strap, determined to steal third base.



Miles moved to tug her shorts down, but found they were adhered to the seat.



“Primrose, you’re stuck!”



“Whaa??” She replied, tugging his tumescent torpedo out of his jock and into the breeze.



Just then, the ride jolted to a sudden stop, flinging both hot and bothered riders from their seats. Miles pitched right out and would have fallen headlong to the ground, had not his uniform shorts, glued to the chair lift, become tangled with his Pro-Keds. He now hung inverted by his feet from the ride, wearing only his jockstrap and jersey. As the youth bellowed with fear and his arms flailed, his loose jersey slid off his toned torso and dropped to the ground. He screamed as his face turned the color of an eggplant, frantically trying to cover his bare bottom and wiener wagging at everyone watching.



Primrose fell from her seat upright, but her stuck short-shorts and panties, were hauled into a dreadful double wedgie. Her tube top was tugged up over her face, covering her eyes. She now hung right along her upside-down almost nude crush, shouting in blind alarm and acute discomfort, her legs, kicking wildly in protest. Her magnificent melons, tipped with rosy, tight nipples, wagged to the cheering fair goers below, watching the stripping spectacle unfold.



“What’s going on, I can’t see! OOOOhhh, Ouchy...My shorts...MILES!!! They’re ALL UP IN MY ASS!!!” “MILES? Where are you? What are you doing...? Oh, there you are...” she shouted as she grasped the waistband of his athletic supporter. “Oh, there he is, my little-big guy...”



“Prim, what are doing? STOP!!” He screamed, looking up at her to witness her blindly fumbling with his erection and his last bit of clothing.



A loud ‘ZZZRRRAAZZZZ!!!’ announced the shredding of Primrose’s shorts and she suddenly dropped another two feet lower, but thankfully, her panties now arrested her descent. She humorously still held on to Miles’s jock, now down about his knees. This jolt comically caused a series of unfortunate events that further humiliated our lovebirds. Prim’s top finally fell from her eyes and her peepers popped wide while her mouth dropped open in shock to be up close and personal, wedged in public and in close proximity to her preferred prick. With a sudden a rock of the chair, Miles’s penis popped right into his Prim’s mouth.



“GAHHRRRGGGGG!” Prim gasped as she mouthed Miles’s member.



Wide-eyed with the realization she was completely deep-throating Miles’s over-developed, downside-up, dingus. She burbled in disbelief as his mouth collided with her bare but mismatched sn*tch, frightfully bisected by the stretched gusset of her cotton panties. Miles tried to say something, but his tongue did the talking to his crush, while she slurped on his serpent.



Miles reached the boiling point as his rainbow-colored cock ring shattered and his jock strap fell to the ground.



Despite the feeling of being cut her in half by her staining panties, Miles’s munching on her mahogany mound, was generating a very different effect. She squirmed against her denuded boyfriend’s athletic-toned body as her eyes began to roll back. She was on the cusp of ecstasy, when the overtaxed Miles exploded early. Primrose’s eyes bugged wide as her cheeks comically bulged while she simultaneously stared cross-eyed at his cannoli filling her mouth as flashes popped and cameras clicked.



Her orgasm ruined, the Dubois daughter, now gagging and head-wagging in disgust, managed to finally withdraw from his wiener, only to experience another burst from her denuded Miles, dangling now by only his shoe laces. He fully frosted her disbelieving face, generating more cheers from their adoring audience, immensely enjoying their impromptu oral sex show.



Finally with a snap of her knickers, Primrose fell, naked, save for her sneaks, graciously ending their inverted 69. Five seconds later, with the snapping of strings, the completely nude Miles Jameson plummeted headfirst after her.



Primrose dropped onto the salt water taffy stand, where she landed rather gently in a fluffy batch of yellow, cream-filled taffy, but had her tits tangled in the automated taffy pullers. She wildly shrieked as the vendors rushed to shut down the machine, and helped haul the naked, messy girl from the hopper, but not before the robotic hoses crammed her cavities full of clotted cream. Prim was plopped on the pavement, a blob of yellow and white, while the vendors, fairgoers, and a few dogs and cats, ran over and began trying to remove the yummy cream and taffy with spoons and tongues.



Miles landed ass first into the ‘Polar Pips Ice Cream’ booth. Polar Pips used liquid nitrogen to super cool their confection to –40 °F. Miles sadly not only had his bubbly buns flash frozen and beaten bright red by the paddle mixers, his leviathan lodged in the container’s auto extruder. He howled in agony as his tube snake was sucked through the icy dispensing cylinder. The operators were only able to disconnect the tube from their machine leaving the collar frozen around Miles’s wacked-about member. A clown dressed as a doctor, ‘helped’ the distraught naked boy by applying a deep heating balm all over his blistered buns, then on the tip of his maligned member.



Primrose staggered out from the stand, covered in goo, but now with her yummy bits licked clean, ran screaming for the bus. Miles followed howling in high pitch, holding his frozen collared honker with one hand, and clutching his bright red, baboon-like bottom, with the other, his hair a frozen shock.





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Back at the ramshackle tented structure making up the Insanitarium, Mr. Fogler appeared with Alexandra Jameson. “Look who I found.” He announced.



Everyone was on a bench enjoying snack. All smiles, Mildred asked, “Alex! Where have you been? Please come have a seat and some of my ‘Cracker Jack.’”



“No, thank you, Millie, I really prefer to stand. I went back to dry off, and was… waylaid so to speak.”



“Just as I promised, I have returned you all to your students.” Mr. Fogler declared. “Please follow me,” he continued.



Annie ribbed Al with her elbow and whispered, “Psssttt, Ali... it’s the COCFOSTER and the BUSHYBERRY! They are young again.”



“Oh, Annie. What in the world are you....” he hushed back.



Annie insisted, “I recognize them from old photos on the walls at the Institute.”



The two stared in disbelief as the ‘adults’ moved through the entrance with the other chaperones, passing the elaborate sign reading: Experience the Insanitarium at your own Risk! Brave the Blow-Hole, and Falter thru the Follies for Everyone’s Unmentionables Fun for All!



None noticed the exit of the attraction was filled with seated spectators, seemingly waiting to see some kind of show.





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Inside, Mr. Fogler escorted the group through a host of bizarre exhibits including the exotic, the occult, fetish, and downright weird. They saw the freak show, shrunken heads, a real cannibal, a nude woman floating in liquid, the completely pierced human pincushion, an alligator man, Siamese twins, the skeleton man, the talking head, and a bearded lady. As the entourage progressed, peculiar aromatics from braziers at every stop became more pronounced and soon everyone began to feel lightheaded. Suddenly an old dark man in a loincloth jumped in front of them and exhaled a stream of green gas. Clouds of the gas billowed, filling their chamber. Everyone became disoriented, as Mr. Fogler tried to restore order, muttering, “I should have ditched that darned djinn at the fair’s last stop...”



He announced, “This way everyone, to the exit”





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In the fog, Regina became separated from the rest and when she waved her ticket before a clown, she was detoured into the Amazing Mirror Maze. Regina walked between, then through the looking glasses and was bedazzled at the light show before her. She stared at a sexy scene before her, played by ladies from the Temple of Temptation, dressed in only swaths of rich fabric. One remarkable lady beckoned and Regina approached her.



“Join us dear, on the Isle of Lesbos.” the woman said softly.



Regina became aroused, as she walked closer, entranced, until she stood before the woman.



“I’m Sappho,” the woman whispered as she leaned over and kissed Regina on the lips.



Startled by her amorous advance, Regina detected the scent of anise as she stepped back and touched her lips. Then the most erotic music began to play. Reg thought she recognized Nikki Idol’s The Devil in I.



Mesmerized and feeling sassy, she mounted a small stage around a pole, surrounded by mirrors. She ran her hands down her close-fitting dress, cupped her breasts thrust her gloved fingertips between her clenched thighs, and began to slowly sway with the song. Regina looked longingly at the ladies surrounding her stage of sorts, as they licked their lips in anticipation.



Regina, getting into the groove, bit her finger and pulled off her left glove, followed by the right one. She then squatted down on her heels, knees together, and presented her backside to Sappho.

Sappho’s delicate fingers barely touched the top of Regina’s zip before the whole straining closure burst wide open. Her bare backside was bisected only by her straining bra strap and her matching garter belt, delightfully framing her plump, pink, and unpantied bottom, deliciously on display. Regina gasped and slowly stood up, allowing her dress to drop. She cupped her massive mammaries and popped them from her overtaxed shelf bra, and stared down to see each nipple was now covered by a tasseled pastie.



“Go ahead my dear,” Sappho coaxed.



Regina, now wearing only her garter belt, heels, hose, and jewelry, began to caress her ass as she waved her chest and amazingly, the tassels began turning. Soon, they were spinning, and rapidly counter-rotating like the props of a Fairey Gannet, powered by an Armstrong-Siddeley Double Mamba! (Sorry, I couldn’t resist).



Regina began to stroke her now-sopping ruby-clad sn*tch rudely against the pole, lost moaning in her moment.



Just then though, she glimpsed through a gap in the reflecting panels, and Regina saw the smiling face of Al Roper, staring directly at her.



Regina’s near-boiling blood instantly turned to ice, as she screamed loud enough to break glass. Sadly, shattering glass is exactly what her shrieking did. With a CRASH! The entire wall collapsed in a shower of shards, and Regina Dubois was revealed in her glorious state of undress. Her stage was positioned right on the midway, a meter above ground. Dozens of fairgoers that had been watching her artfully obscured performance behind the smoked glass, stared with delight at her riotous reveal, now in the right there in the raw.



Regina could only muster a squeak as she stood frozen before her stunned audience. Everyone began to giggle to hear the audible series of ‘SLAPS’ as Regina’s hands flew about her ripe, knock-kneed nude body in a futile attempt to cover her tits, bush, and ass while she turned one way, then another. Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as she stooped forward, knees still locked together, heels apart and toes pointed inward. She comically clutched her bulging boobs while her magnificent bare backside was pushed up and out, wriggling like poetry in motion. The audience exploded with a roar of approval!



As she looked about open-mouthed and dumbfounded, Regina never saw Sappho approach with a sly smile, wind up with her hand, while a clown simulated silent drum roll, and deliver a toe-curling spank on Reg’s trembling bare tushy. Her eyes bulged as her globes strained her garter belt’s straps, framing her magnificent derrière.



Regina yelped in shock and sprang forward, right off her dais to land hilariously astride the fair’s prize-winning butter cow, the centerpiece of the midway. Regina, literally riding bareback, gasped as her sizzling crimson cookie’s coiffure collided against the chilly unsalted creamery. She then reared back as her stimulated nipples SPROiiiNGed and launched their tassels halfway across the midway.



Reg stared at her stiffening bare nipples, then rocked forward and clutched her sweet cream steed’s neck, sensing an earth-shattering orgasm on her near-planning horizon, as her swollen tits slapped against the ice-cold butter, further stimulating her engorged teats.



It must have been all the cheering students and their camera flashes that released the provost from her second ribald reverie. She looked up in shock, realizing the decadent display she was delivering, shamelessly humping her buttery mount naked in front of everyone.



Abandoning her motto: Discretion is the better part of valor, the ruined provost decided to make a run for it. She let go and slid off with a shriek and a small squirt, as she gulped the fall air with one hand on her slippery red velvet crumpet, and the other arm squashed across her boobs, beat a hasty retreat for the gate. Her marvelous big, bare, greasy bottom, rolled in syncopation to the clicks her heels on the pavement as everyone waved farewell and took pictures of her well-gartered stockings rubbing, as she tried to keep her thighs clamped together tightly, while in flight.





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As everyone began to exit the Insanitarium, they passed a sign for the Blowhole Theater.



“I wonder what that is all about?” asked Millie, pointing at the seated audience, plus many Institute students standing around, as well as a camera crew from WENF.



Al and Annie led Mr. B over to the student section. “You’ll have a great view from here, sir.”



“A view of what?” he asked.



Cordelia shouted back, “It’s an old gag from Coney Island. Hold onto to your hemlines ladies, and follow me!” She was determined not to fall victim to this sophomoric humor and strode purposefully, hem in hand, toward the exit. Crazy calliope music filled the air, and a clown ran up and touched her tush with a shock rod. Jolted and disoriented, a sliding panel in the floor suddenly shifted and Cordelia lost her balance. Reaching for the railing to steady herself, she found the rail not fastened down, it wobbled wildly to and fro. Another shift of the floorboards caused her high heels to fly up from under her, and Cordelia demonstrated a classic Vaudevillian pratfall, as the watching audience clapped. She kicked her legs in the air, revealing under her hiked-up dress, a long-line pink panty girdle with lace leg cuffs, her silk stockings firmly gartered just above her knee



Screaming, “Do you know who I am?” Cordelia rolled over and clambered on all fours.



The dwarf scampered over and hauled her dress up and over her head, trying to pull it right off. Cordelia held on; her screams muffled by her dress. Remarkably, the agile and youthful Cordelia got back on her heels with the dwarf still tugging her dress off. They circled round and round, with the president beginning to get the upper hand.



The accomplice clown, slyly approached the stooped Delia, twisted in her own clothes, from the rear. He waved and smiled at the crowd mimicking spanking her with his prod. The crowd roared with approval. The clown stepped back and started to deliver swats to Cordelia’s panty girdled bottom. She yelped with rage at each blow, trying to turn away, but as she couldn't see, the clown simply danced around and delivered another spank.



By now, the dwarf had Cordelia’s dress off her back and bunched around her shoulders. Everyone giggled to see she wore a matching pink 1950s bullet bra.



Now the clown produced a huge pair of scissors and snipped them comically around Delia’s derrière to the delight of the crowd.



“What is he doing? Why is everyone laughing?” Cordelia squeaked; her head covered with her dress.



Her heart jumped into her throat, when she felt him take ahold of her panty girdle and unbutton the back flap of her drawers, baring her bottom.



“GAAAAHHHHH!!” she gurgled as the clown, with a “snip, snip, SNIP!” cut the entire seat out of her bottoms.



The Cockfoster's fit fanny, framing her delicious raw umber fur burger, was completely exposed while the clown waved at the audience and resumed her spanking.



The audience began to clap in time, while Cordelia shrieked, as the clown reddened her bare bottom.



Finally, her dress ripped free and the dwarf ran off with his prize. The mistreated school matron whipped around and stood up to see her assailant. She clutched her hands on her exposed and well-spanked buttocks, staring daggers at the clown, now wearing a sheepish grin.



Unbeknownst to her, the Dwarf motioned ‘quiet’ to the audience with his finger to his lips. As he crept up, and grabbed the back strap of Cordelia’s bra. “You wicked imp! Release me this instant!” she ordered, straining to watch him over her shoulder, as she was not about to turn her back on the clown!



“SNAP!” her front-loading brassiere broke and its cups popped apart revealing the most magnificent pair of breasts .... Cordelia stared down cross-eyed at her chest and gasped in disbelief to see her perky, youthful tits on display.



“Oh my! My... my Boobies!” but she couldn’t react because the dwarf, quick as a whistle, tied Cordelia’s hands behind her back while she still clutched her bare ass.



“As the school leader in charge here today, I demand you.............. Cordelia was cut off abruptly when the clown stuffed the seat of her panty girdle into her mouth and said, “You’re not in charge of anything anymore!”



Cordelia, bound, gagged, and ridiculed, with her tits and ass on display, shook her head in denial.



The clown then handed his shock prod to the dwarf and pulled off his bright reg clown nose. He inserted the nose between Cordelia’s protesting lips and sealed her mouth closed.



With a hilarious wind-up pantomime, the dwarf set the electric prod on ‘auto’ and shoved the stick between the lady president’s well presented, tight bared buns.



Unable to scream, Cordelia sprang straight up and gurgled as her tomato-face darkened to match the crimson ball gag stoppering her gob.



Cordelia elegantly restrained by her own bra and silenced with her own panty girdle, began running topless and bare bottomed, jumping wildly every fifteen seconds, when the rudely intruding shaft buzzed her keister. She herky-jerked from the Insanitarium, dancing like Saint Vidas, the penetrating prod bouncing behind her like a tail.



Millie rushed to help, but a jet of air from the floor blasted up directly beneath her heels not only arrested her movement, but caused her the shriek in alarm and throw her arms up in shock. The mischievous breezes caressed her nether regions, then propelled her dress, now looser fitting, skyward. The garment slithered up and right off the band leader, taking her brassiere with it, before landing in the hands of Al Roper. The stunned student stared at the dress in his hands, then looked over at the equally stunned Mildred Bushberry, standing center stage in her comical underwear. Millie wobbled on the shifting floor panels, struggling to maintain her balance on her tottering high heels, arms waving wildly. Atop her heels, her legs were clad in black RHT stockings with wide tops gripping Millie’s plump thighs. Her hosiery was held high by garter straps stretching from her black shaper girdle. This rode high on her full hips, and open bottomed, it was cut in the front to fantastically frame the top of her bushy blonde Beggin-Strip®. Around back, it cupped the curves of her bottom, but ended mid-cheek, leaving most of her ass uncovered, and free to wobble delightfully as she hopped about the Blow-Hole Theater. Sadly, Regina’s sheer now-overstretched panties were tangled around her thighs, leaving everything in the wind, so to say.



Everyone laughed to see her creamy bare tits flopping in the slipstream with her undone streaming hair, along with her bare bottom, straining garters, creamy thighs above her stocking tops, as well as her golden, woolly womanhood. Screaming in alarm, the Bushyberry tried with futility to cover her bare bits with her small hands. The floor stopped moving and she clamped a hand over her hooters, and another between her thighs. Mildred tried to flee, but a clown rushed up and pushed the electric prod against her unprotected posterior with a “zzZAP!” She howled and pitched forward, falling on her face. The camera from WENF zoomed in to see Mildred, mouth open in shock, with her tits pressing the floor planks. She then swung around to frame her elevated ass, all the way up, wriggling while her heels kicked the stage in frustration. In this humiliating humble position, she crawled from the theater, sobbing to see so many cheering the sight of her tipped up, tumescent tushy, pulsating and parted, and the fair-haired wet wonder glistening between her cheeks.



Alexandra began to lose her dress in a shower of buttons, with the garment billowing above her waist while she struggled to pull it down with one hand while the other held onto the bodice for dear life. With her lower half on display, everyone gasped to see her teeny bikini panties, atop her garter belt, white as snow, contrasting sharply with most of her bottom, not covered by the small triangular seat, a bright red color.



“What happened to you, Miss Jameson?” Annie shouted above the din.



“Let’s just say I was corrected...” Those wicked b*tches at the bridle club made me their pony girl for the whole afternoon, and horse-whipped my booty…. AAAHHHHAAAHHHH!!”



The clown had struck with his shock stick. She threw her hands up, and the remainders of her dress sailed skyward, dropping over a rafter, out of reach. Alex stared dumbly up for a moment, the deviant dwarf pulled her panties down to her stockinged knees. She gawked at her smiling students as she hunched forward and clapped her fingers over her pointed, bare breasts, nut-brown nipples, growing perkier by the moment.



Alex looked around, miserably hoping the floor would open and swallow her up, but her humiliation today was heading for new heights. While everyone hooted with laughter watching her sore buttocks, starkly framed by a brilliant white leather garter belt, straps straining across and imprinting her upthrust crimson cheeks. Her lower lip began to tremble, but before bursting into tears, Alexandra yelped as the dwarf smacked her blistered bottom squarely with a cream pie and screamed, “This should cool off your heated seat, honey!”



Alexandra gasped in shock to feel the icy confection was splattered all over, into, and between, her red hot hiney! The little man rubbed it all in for good measure, as she shrieked through a torrent of tears, “You horrible mini-monster... HOW DARE YOU?



As she stood there screaming at him, allowing everyone to point at her ebony panty hamster, tipped in icy cream that was plastered between her thighs and all through her crotch, she suddenly heard a voice that drained her fury like water draining from a sluice.



“Hey Mrs. Jameson, NICE FROSTED FUR PIE!”



Hysterical with embarrassment, she ran for the exit, still hugging her tits with both hands, her heels clicking. The crew from WENF getting tremendous footage of her hobbled stockinged legs shuffling awkwardly on her high heels due to her panties still around her knees. Her marvelous cheeks, painfully punished and plastered with pie, wobbled wondrously like peaches and cream in motion.



“Film at eleven!” Quipped the lead from WENF.





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When the last of the shamed chaperones shuffled away, the audience rushed after them, hoping the show was not over. Once outside, the weather had deteriorated into a very strange storm. Fair goers saw lightning flashing and heard thunder booming, as the violent winds shifted into rotation.



The pursuing student crowd cheered, despite the ominous weather, to see their school leaders looking so ridiculous:



First, they stared at their Dean of Students, Regina Dubois. Her statuesque and nearly nude figure glistened with butter. Expensive hairstyle ruined, she now ran gracelessly on her heels with her flaming red hair swinging in greasy ropes, slapping her face, tits, and shoulders. Her massive bare boobs jostled in syncopation with the generous globes of her broad bottom, set off so well by her garter belt. Its back strap and rear stocking straps dimpling her fleshy midsection as they strained to hold up her stockings. Up front, her neatly trimmed scarlet question mark of pubic fur was similarly slickened with oleo, as well her own personal emulsification, generated by this public humiliation. Regina howled above the storm as she slipped on her heels and crashed into the ‘Feed the Monkey’ booth. She regained her footing and continued to toward the exit, but now with a pair of jumbo bananas added to her ensemble; one shoved into her open mouth, the other wedged in her fiery womanhood, causing a series of sensuous sensations, Reg was long-longing for.



Next, they watched Miles’s mother, the domineering Alexandra running awkwardly, clutching her lowered panties around her knees, and with the other hand, grasping one bare breast. She bounced her bare bits to her audience’s delight in only her white garter belt, heels, and stockings. Alex then flashed her well-beaten bottom, dripping cream pie, as she fled the fair.



Millie sadly lost Regina’s panties, and ran for cover in only her girdle, hose, and heels. Her plump puppies and nearly-fat ass, rolled with the rhythm of the storm, as her arms pumped with her effort to escape her shameful situ.



Lastly, the students saw Cordelia, their now youthful, and not-so-feared school president, bounding, practically naked, hopping up with regularity. Despite her arms bound behind her back, Delia’s firm, and mouthwatering baseball-sized boobs barely wobbled while she ran. Likewise, her taught ass cheeks only jiggled when jolted by the probe penetrating her, discharging a blue flash.





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As everyone ran for the exit, the wind began whipping up skirts, dresses, and tugging at student clothing. The tempest soon divested all the Ivy Institute under graduates. Screams and shouting added to the storm as all were reduced to their regulation underwear. The girls skreiched to discover they were bouncing about in their uniform white bras and full-cut cotton panties, while the boys yelped, scampering for sanctuary in only their school-issue, white Y-front briefs.



Sheets of rain pelted the fleeing and nearly-naked fairgoers, as the cold droplets turned the students’ thin cotton undies semi-transparent; as well as tightened teats, and minimalized male members.



The all silently screamed, “We’ve GOT to GET OUT OF HERE! Back to the bus!



With the parking lot in sight, a panicked crush developed at the antique turnstile. As the wet, shivering students, wearing only their shoes and see-thru small clothes, pressed into the chutes of the exit area, the screaming of the embarrassed underwear-ing females and males intensified. All the exposed pupils found themselves rubbing together in a feverously rain-slicked, sexy crush. Embarrassed underwear-clad college kids howled to find themselves in a mortifying mosh pit, to the delight of the WENF crew hustling up from behind.



This ribald jam was generated by our four even more indecent instructors trying to push through the rusty turnstile all at once. The creaky gate had jammed, effectively caging the four near-naked female chaperones, in front of everyone trying to get out.



“Hey, ONE-AT-A-TIME!” Regina screamed, gurgling around the banana filling her mouth, finding herself wedged with Cordelia, while Mildred was stuck with up against Alexandra in the devious departure device. All four full-figured females were compressed into a space for one, as the rain ruined their makeup and what was left of their hairstyles. The cold metal bars pressed on naked torsos, thighs, legs, and shoulders, allowing breasts to wobble above and below, bare bottoms to wriggle in between, and furry fun spots to be delightfully displayed.



With a “SNAP, CRACKLE and POP,” the shock rod rogering Cordelia contacted the turnstile, electrifying the bars of the lady birds' ersatz cage.


Sparks arced across all their erroneous zones , generating a series of squeals, gasps, moans, and grunts, as the entangled and well lubricated lecturers began to rub themselves into an erotic fantastic foursome. Writhing within the bars, Regina pushed the banana in her mouth directly into Mildred’s gasping gob. Their widely parted lips met as they stared at the other, wide-eyed in shock, both devouring the phallic fruit.


Alexandra’s pied and punished bottom lined up and pressed against Regina’s lower wedged banana. Alex shook her head in refusal, realizing what was about to happen, then emitted a high-pitched squeal as the firm fruit was forced in. Alex gulped for air, then mouthed a bar of the turnstile to feel so inadvertently violated, and now spit-roasted. Alexandra gurgled as she cummed a gusher right there.


Cordelia squirmed then shifted, as the free end of the rod rogering her, popped between Millie’s plump cheeks. Mildred’s mouth popped open in surprise, and with a final ‘ZAP,’ the rod released its last load. Cordelia’s eyes bugged above her ball gag to feel the rod drive deeper home, and Millie’s warm plump cheeks press against her own chilled, bisected bottom. Both orgasmed loudly as Cordelia gasped through her gag in denial, “I am NOT a LESBIAN!”


Far too late, Ernest Bastermats pushed his way to the front and began to ‘assist’ the dewy, dis-dressed dames. Unfortunately, his clumsy efforts only resulted in only more bawdy chaos for the brought-off beauties. As the four shrieked, Mr. B managed to pinch both of Cordelia’s beckoning rock-hard nipples, run his fingers through the creamy pie filling Alexandra’s cleft, and then plant them in her mouth, gulping in protest, while his other hand clutched Regina’s moist sex.


A team of clowns arrived to assist the carneys with the coital clog. They rudely pushed and prodded to no effect before screaming, “MORE LUBE!” In response, a carney ran up with a wagon grease bucket with a large brush from a circus trailer. He began scrubbing all the undone instructors with stiff bristles; daubing tightened teats, lubing furred sn*tches, and gliding right up the cracks of plump bottoms, before plunging the entire brush head into each of their spluttering mouths.




Back on the Bus




The turnstile groaned, then whirled free, flinging the naked teachers and administrators right out into the parking lot. As they stumbled about in the storm, students streamed to the shelter of the bus. After the moshing, some of the bustier babes were missing their brassieres, others girls had their panties removed, and more than a few well-endowed boys were completely naked, save for their shoes.


With an enormous crashing noise, the entire carnival was torn apart and pulled up into the enormous funnel cloud swirling above.


The bus driver, Mr. Scuttle, fired up the engine as the soaked students, both excited and embarrassed, filled the seats. The goo-covered Primrose and flash-frozen Miles were loaded prostrate in the back, through the emergency exit, each filling a whole seat each.


Everyone else, despite being stripped to their undies or even less, laughed to see their stuffy-now-shamed chaperones, forced to stand in the front of the bus.


Mildred clutched her now-naked and ball-gagged matron, Cordelia, firmly around her tight ass, their four boobs crushed together, as they both blinked owlishly at their students, bewildered by their debasement.


Alexandra, who couldn’t dream of sitting for a week, rubbed her raw bottom with both hands as she hopped up and down, while her boobies bounced freely and her fur pie and ice cream jiggled just like a proper dessert should.


Regina’s lips, upper and nether, still mouthed the two well-lodged bananas, as she squashed her marvelous melons with one hand, and cupped her skewered scarlet sn*tch with the other. Her bass-size dimpled derriere quivered. She could only peer at her pupils despondently, blinking and so wishing the ground would open and swallow her up, at the smiling faces staring, laughing, and pointing at her.


Fred popped the vehicle into gear, and headed out of the lot, as the drenched regent riders, standing starkers up front, were forced give another treasure for the oglers to glimpse, in order to grasp the straps hanging from the roof and keep their wet high-heeled footing.


Al and Annie cleverly observed and shouted, “Look everyone, a cooter in every color!”


Eight boobies wobbled, four bottoms shivered, and two bananas bobbed, as the miserable and mortified missuses managed with their only free hands to clamp their calescent clams, covered in bushes of bronze, black, blonde, and blaze orange!




Epilogue




Miles Jameson, now known as the planked Priapus, was carried to the bus on a board, with his frozen phallus pointed skyward. For weeks he could not have an erection without experiencing excruciating pain. This was unfortunate, because he would typically pop a boner at the flip of a cheerleader’s skirt.


Primrose Dubois had to undergo the tortuous taffy pulling treatment. Every follicle of hair the poor girl had, was painfully plucked and her skin was dyed a bright yellow. When she then saw herself nude in the hospital mirrors, she screamed: “OMG!!!! I look like a freaking alien!!!”


Mildred Bushyberry couldn’t convince the band members she was their transformed teacher and had to suffer the silly initiations, endured by freshmen band members, at the hands of upperclassmen. The first test was fifty spanks across her bare fat bootie cheeks with the band leader’s mace, while she was mic’d up, on the fifty-yard line during homecoming’s halftime!


Alexandra Jameson, was forced to twice-daily, lie across the lap of her school-age daughter Genevieve, bottom bared, while Gen applied liniment to her mom’s maligned moons. Miles would frequently peep in through the door’s keyhole and giggle at the spectacle, while Alex bit her lip.


Cordelia Cockfoster finally had her ball and panty gag removed by Millie aboard the bus, but could not restore order, as she was still bound topless and bottomless on her heels, mincing in frustration in her old fashioned stockings.


Although Regina Dubois didn’t exactly chomp on a churro, she did bite a pair of big bananas, naked and ashamed, and loudly orgasm before her Institute’s entire matriculated student body. The students’ laugher would not subside from her memory.


Al and Annie led ribald pub songs aboard the bus, all the way back to the Ivy Industrial Institute, highlighting the denouement of their pompous provost, and their thoroughly shamed chaperones!