Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: sevispac in collaboration with P.F.  Dill
Title: Getting Prepared, Chapter 2 - Preparing Deborah
Summary: A sequel from the Horniest Place on Earth.  After many years of
trying, Pickles has finally inspired me to write chapter 2 of Lost One's
masterpiece, Getting Prepared.  The problem was that everything I could do
to Danielle had already been done in the first chapter, and I couldn't do
it better.  The solution was to do it to her friends, with Dannielle's
help. ~sevispac.
Keywords: NiS, Stripping, Mf, ff, Ff, mf, oral
Date: 5_11_2017

   Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy.  The author does not advocate or
participate in underage sexual activities.  If you are offended by
pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot.  If you
are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race.  This is a
fantasy, without consequences.  Real sex has consequences like pregnancy
(duh!), disease, and emotional devastation.  Don't ever let anybody talk
you into doing something you aren't ready for.  When you are old enough to
be ready, relish every minute.  But right now, get outta here, kid!  You
trying to get me in trouble?

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   Getting Prepared, Chapter 2 - Preparing Deborah by sevispac in
collaboration with P.F.  Dill

   [I've been working on this story for years, because Lost One never wrote
a sequel to Getting Prepared.  It's important for you to read it first,
both to understand the story and to enjoy my favorite Naked in School story
of all time.  Pickles finally inspired me to get this written.  The problem
was that everything I could do to Danielle had already been done in the
first chapter, and I couldn't do it better.  The solution was to do it to
her friends, with Dannielle's help.  ~sevispac]

   I was up in my room trying on my new outfits when I heard a soft
knock on my door.  Goody!  Somebody I could model my new clothes for!  I
stood up and walked over to the door, not even remembering I wasn't wearing
anything except a tiny pink slip that left me fully exposed below the
waist.

   Both of us were surprised when I opened the door, me because I expected
to see one of my family, not my best friend Deborah, and she at the sight
of my shaved pussy.  She gave a little shriek and tore her eyes away from
me, maybe a little more reluctantly than I would have expected.

   "Oh my GAWD!  I am so sorry.  Your mother told me to come on up but I
never thought you'd be naked!" Deborah was blushing from head to toe, or
rather from head to collar of the shapeless gray outfit her parents always
made her wear.  I just couldn't help it, I had to giggle at her
embarrassment.

   "It's all right, silly.  I was just trying on some of my new clothes. 
Mom and I went shopping this morning and I can't wait for you to see what
we bought!" She was still staring at the floor, blushing like a stoplight.

   "I was worried when you guys weren't at church on Sunday, and you didn't
answer the phone so I thought I'd come over and see if you're OK.  It
sounds like you're fine, but if you want to show me your new clothes please
put on some pants!"

   That got me giggling again.  Pants were one of the few things we didn't
buy.  Panties, yes.  Lacy white see-thru panties, tiny little thongs, and
even open crotch!  Short skirts.  Garter belts and garters and stockings.
Nighties you could see right through so daddy could pose me in bed for
pictures.  Blouses that were just as transparent, and others that weren't,
but were so tight that everything was just as visible.  Fuck me shoes from
The Wild Pair.  Half-cup bras that made my boobies look huge.  Well, huge
compared to their real size.  Great big hoop earrings and lots of jewelry.
Nothing I would ever have worn, nothing I would have dared to wear, two
short days ago before momma decided to change my life.

   It must have cost over a thousand dollars!  I don't know how we could
afford it, but momma insisted I should dress to fit my new personality.  It
was all part of getting me ready for the Naked in School program next year.
She said it was important for me not to be shy in public, so if I wasn't
naked at least I should dress like I wanted to be!

   GAWD, trying on my new clothes was so much fun!  Victoria's Little
Sister doesn't have changing rooms, just lots of full length mirrors where
you can undress in full view of the store, and even people walking by in
the mall.  There's always a small crowd near the entrance.  In fact, I even
glanced in once or twice myself, back in ancient times before yesterday. 
But even after what happened to me at home, it was still embarrassing to
take off my clothes right there in the store.

   As soon as I saw how nice I looked in a topless hot pants/suspender
ensemble I forgot all about being shy.  That little crowd outside the store
got a lot bigger and moved inside.  I spent two hours trying on clothes
while momma looked on approvingly and helped me pick out the hottest stuff.
Then she let me wear a little, translucent sun dress home and I loved
everyone looking at my titties poking through the thin material.  I've
changed a lot in the last two days, and not just from what happened at
home.

   Deborah was still blushing, so I picked up a pair of black bikini cut
panties and a stretchy little black miniskirt and slipped them on.  Maybe
she'd think they were decent.  I thought they were boring.

   "Oh my gawd, your mother lets you wear those?" she asked.

   "No, silly, she doesn't let me wear them, she bought them for me.  Don't
you think they're pretty?  She said this one really shows off my legs."

   Her eyes swept up from my feet to the skirt.  I turned in profile to
give her a look at the way it covered my butt...  barely.  She paused for
just a moment, but shook her head.

   "You can't possibly go outside in that.  It's indecent!  Why, my mother
would have a fit if she saw it on you, let alone on me.  Not to mention you
couldn't move without everybody seeing those panties!"

   "Well, duh!  That's what they're for, silly!  Don't you think they're
pretty?" I asked, raising the skirt to show them off.  She blushed again,
but she didn't turn away.

   "They're real silk.  Here, feel them!" I took her hand and stroked it
along my hip.

   "Ohhh," she sighed, delighted by the feel.  "That's wonderful.  It must
be, like, super delicious to wear."

   "Here, try it yourself," I said, slipping them off my hips and down my
legs.  Deborah is almost a year younger than me, but we're exactly the same
height.  Ever since we first met we've been able to borrow each other's
clothes, although my boobies have grown a lot more than hers in the last
year (as my daddy noticed last weekend).

   As I stepped out of them I noticed a tiny bit of moistening in my pussy,
but fortunately it hadn't reached the panties.  What in the world was
happening to me?

   I picked them up and put them in her hand.  She was reluctant to take
them, but the touch of silk had a magical affect on the poor girl.  It was
like her parents dressed her in burlap.  She stroked them gently with her
fingers and didn't seem to remember that I was bare again.

   "Go ahead, try them on," I said.  The magic continued.  She sat down on
my bed and drew them up her lets.  They disappeared under her nearly floor
length skirt.  She sighed with contentment.

   Then I suddenly realized something.  Deborah hadn't taken off anything.
Did that mean...

   "Wow," she said.  "That feels incredible.  Now I see why you shaved, you
know...down there."

   "That's right.  They make lots of things that feel better if you're
bare. Let's go to the bathroom and I'll show you how."

   She looked at me in shock.  "N, n, n, no!  I could never.  If my mother
ever saw she'd just kill me.  Besides, nice girls just don't do that!"
Deborah then looked down at her feet and apologized quietly.  "Oh, sorry.
I...  I didn't mean you, but...  well, what in the world has gotten into
you, Danielle?"

   I nearly choked, but at least this time I didn't giggle.  What would she
say if she knew who, not what, had gotten into me?  Better change the
subject.

   "Well, we're going to have to get used to a lot of new things if they
really start The Program in school next year.  Momma thought it would be
easier if I practiced this summer." Little did she know.

   "Oh no, that's not a problem for me!" Deborah declared.  "If they do
start that awful Program my parents are going to put me in private school
They promised we'll move to another state if we have to.  I just feel
terrible that you might have to go through it."

   Hmm.  That was bad news.  I didn't want to lose my BFF because her
parents were such prudes.  They took her to church every week, wouldn't let
her have internet or cable TV, and told her she couldn't date until she was
16.  Not to mention the way they made her dress.  I was really surprised
she didn't seem to be wearing any granny panties under that long skirt.

   I didn't know what to do, but at least we could have a little fun. 
"Here, this goes with them.  Try it on," I said, holding up a matching bra.
Maybe silk is her weakness.

   I could see she was tempted.  It was tiny and pretty and perfectly
matched with the panties she had on.  "But where can I put them on?"

   "Right here.  I won't look.  Otherwise we'll have to walk to the
bathroom every time we change.  Oh, don't worry, I don't like girls.  I
mean, not like that."

   It was like Deborah was petrified.  She didn't make a move other than to
stroke the silky bra between her thumb and fingertips.  After a moment I
reached out and undid the button on her collar.  She just stood there,
frozen, as I popped button after button and pulled her blouse out of her
skirt.  I pushed it off her shoulders and pulled her arms out of the long
sleeves.

   The poor thing was encased in a huge white bra covering nearly her whole
ribcage.  I actually had to step around behind her to unhook the four
clasps on the back of that thing.  What's next, a chastity belt?

   I felt her trembling as I slipped the straps off her shoulders and down
her arms.  It's a good thing I really didn't like girls that way, because
even from behind her I could see that she had been developing a lot more
than anyone could tell, thanks to that ugly blouse her parents stuck her
with.  From in front she was even prettier.  There were red lines against
her creamy skin all around her chest and curving at the bottom of her
little breasts from that horrid bra, but they were already starting to
fade. Her boobies were bigger than I thought, almost as big as mine.  Her
nipples were a soft light pink, almost invisible on the surrounding flesh.

   She still didn't move, so I reached out to take the bra she held between
her fingers.  She reluctantly let go, and even lifted her arms as I slipped
the straps up over her shoulders.  She gave a deep sigh as the silky cups
brushed against her soft little breasts.  It fastened in front, but I had
to step behind her to tighten it to fit her slender frame.  It was too
flimsy to provide any support, but she didn't need any, so I tightened the
shoulder straps to fit, then I gently stuck my fingertips under the edges
to spread the material over her little boobs.  She sighed again as I
smoothed it over her nipples.  Maybe it was the touch of silk, or just a
physical reaction to my fingertips, but her little nipples weren't soft
anymore, they were pushing out against the material like two pop buttons. I
could appreciate how beautiful they looked, and Deborah obviously enjoyed
being touched, even by another girl.  She wasn't trembling any more.

   "It's beautiful.  Here, look at yourself," I said, turning her gently
toward the mirror on my dresser.  She shyly looked up, and I heard the
intake of her breath as she saw a very sexy girl looking back in the
mirror.

   No, not just looking.  Staring.  Entranced by beauty she'd never seen
before in an image she'd seen every day of her life.  Such a wonderful,
unexpected response.  Maybe I could take advantage of it.

   "Don't you want to see how the panties match?  They're a set, you know.
Go ahead, take your skirt off."

   For three heartbeats she didn't respond.  On the fourth her left hand
moved up from where it had been dangling by her side and firmly grasped the
zipper at her waist.  She drew it down, slowly, but with more eagerness
than I had been expecting from my oh-so-proper BFF.  The coarse garment
slipped over her hips and slithered to the ground, puddling around her
feet.

   It was probably the most modest, conservative thing we'd bought that
morning, but on Deborah it was scandalously erotic.  It surrounded her hips
and clung to her darling little tush like a thin coat of paint.  Her
unshaven pussy hair created a tiny cloud in front, and just below that it
nestled snugly into her tight slit, outlining her pussy lips with more
emphasis than nudity ever could have.

   She may have been entranced before but she was spellbound now.  She
tugged on the waistband and pulled the material more tightly into her
vulva. She cocked her hips and swayed gently, letting her eyes run down her
legs, then up again to her breasts.

   "Danielle," she asked shyly, "do you think I'm pretty?"

   "I know you are, but let's ask an expert.  What do you think, daddy?"

   Deborah had forgotten she'd left the door to my bedroom wide open. 
While she'd been fixed on my mirror, daddy had quietly been enjoying the
show from the doorway.

   "Absolutely gorgeous," he said.

   Deborah gave a little shriek, whirled, and looked around desperately for
something to cover up with.  My bed was stacked with clothing, but none of
it would do anything but make her look even more naked, so she put one arm
over her little boobies and the other on her pussy.

   "Mr.  Carson!  I'm sorry!  I didn't know you were there.  Please don't
tell my parents I was being naughty!"

   "Now, now, calm down Deborah.  You and Danielle weren't doing anything
wrong.  You're just trying on the new clothes Danielle's mother bought her,
and both of you look very pretty.  Please don't mind me.  Go on with what
you're doing."

   Deborah gawked at him.  "Really?  You don't mind?  If my daddy saw me
dressed like this he'd pitch a fit and ground me for a whole month!"

   "Well, maybe your daddy doesn't appreciate what a pretty girl he's got
at home, or at least how grown up she's becoming."

   "You really think I'm pretty?" She was still a little bashful, but
showing more confidence than a minute ago.  Daddy was handling her well.

   "No, Deborah.  You're not pretty.  I said you're gorgeous.  Now why
don't you two try on something else so I'm sure there's no mistake."

   She giggled at that, and her smile lit up as she dropped her arms back
to her sides.  Her dimples were showing.

   "Here," I said, "these go perfectly with what you have on." I handed her
a tiny pair of white hot pants and a long sleeved top that just covered her
boobs and left her midriff bare.  It had a frilly collar and sleeves.  Oh,
and did I mention?  You could see right through it!

   A little of her bashfulness returned when she saw that, but then she
realized she wouldn't be showing anything more than she already was.  She
slipped on the hot pants and looked in the mirror.  They were just big
enough to cover her panties, but the black color showed right through. 
Being hot pants, they were cut high in the back to expose her lower butt,
but the panties covered her there.  The top exposed the matching bra. 
Daddy gave her a wolf whistle and she blushed a little, even though she
smiled.  She gave him a little wiggle in return.

   "Your turn, honey," he said to me.  I looked at the pile on the bed.  I
picked up a red thong and slipped it under my skirt, pulling the sides
through the waist so they curved up around my hips like two little strings.
My skirt rode so low that it showed off my shaved mound and the very top of
the panties in front.  They didn't cover anything in back, but you wouldn't
know it if I didn't move.  (I did.)

   My miniskirt didn't go with my slip at all, so I reached for a white
tank top in the middle of the pile.  It was about three inches wide,
stretchy, and thin enough to let my titties show through, even when they
weren't as hard as Deborah's.  u

   Her jaw dropped when I pulled my slip off right there in front of daddy.
If she only knew what we'd been doing lately she would probably have
fainted!  I did notice that she gave my boobies a very close appraisal
before she said, "You're allowed to go topless in front of your daddy?"

   "Sure," I said, taking a deep breath and sticking my chest out as I
pulled the top over my head and arms.  "Didn't your daddy see you naked all
the time when you were little?"

   "Well, I guess...  I mean, OK, he did when I was little, you know?  But
it's bad to let boys see us naked at our age!"

   I finished pulling my top into place.  The elastic bands on the top and
bottom pulled it tight against my boobs and made my titties pop out. 
"Boys, maybe.  But can't you trust your daddy to take care of you?  He
loves you."

   Was that a little twinkle in her eye when she glanced at daddy?

   "Well, do you like it?" I did a little twirl, then faced him and put my
hands behind my head.

   "It's beautiful, honey.  You two are putting on quite a show.  "

   Hmm, maybe that was the way to think of it.  "Thanks, daddy.  Come on in
and sit down!" I strolled over and took his hand, then led him to the chair
by my dresser.

   "Which do you like better, Deborah's outfit or mine?" I asked, looking
at him bashfully.

   "Wow, that's a hard one.  You're both so beautiful.  And those clothes
are perfect...  except maybe for the way Deborah's black panties show
through her shorts."

   He had a good point.  The black was so easy to see through the thin
white material.  "I see what you mean.  But what can we do?  I didn't get
any white panties.

   "Wait, wait, you know what would be perfect?  Deborah, take them off!"

   She looked startled, but not scared the way I expected.  It was working!

   "OK," she said, way more eagerly than I expected.  Where can I change?"

   "Right here silly," I responded, "daddy won't look, will you, daddy?"

   "Of course not," he said, giving me a wink and turning his chair away
from Deborah.  As soon as he did she skimmed the shorts and panties down
her legs, and immediately pulled the shorts back up.  The only thing she
forgot about was the mirror.  Daddy gave me another wink.

   "There, how do they look now?" Her hot pants showed a lovely camel toe,
just like they were designed to, and her little patch of dark pussy hair
showed through just like the black panties had.  She was having just as
much fun teasing daddy as I was.

   "Even better," said daddy, "but now it's even harder to say who's
prettier." I gave him a big pout for that.

   "Just one thing.  Now your bra looks really out of place.  I don't think
you're supposed to wear anything under that blouse."

   "But you can see right through it!" she said, pretending to be shocked.

   "No you can't," said daddy, "not when you're in it." Both of us giggled.
Deborah turned her back, unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped off the bra. 
Then she put the blouse back on and turned around again.

   "And how does it look now?", she asked, brushing one hand through the
hair behind her head.

   "Perfect.  It looks just like girl."

   She gave him a big smile.

   "I know," I said, "let's put on some music." I had just
remembered something momma said at the start of the marathon orgy I've been
having with daddy and Brian since they've been teaching me all about what's
allowed in the Program.  She pointed out that I was going to have to
undress outside the school building every morning during my Program week,
so I should practice stripping to get ready.  She said she'd put some music
on our home network to help me out.  I picked up my phone and checked
iTunes.  Yup, there it was, a play list called `Stripper Music'.

   I double clicked the first song, something called The Telephone Man, and
started to sway my hips.  I danced over to Deborah and took her hand.  We
looked into each other's eyes and started dancing together for daddy.  He
took out his own phone and began to film us.

   When the song ended I hit the pause button while I rummaged though my
pile of new clothes.  This time I picked out a full ensemble, g-sting, bra,
camisole, garter belt, stockings, platforms, skirt, blouse, vest, long
gloves, even a little hat.  Then I scrolled through the music until I found
it.  I knew it had to be there.  The Stripper.

   Daddy and Deborah sat and watched while I danced for them.  I wasn't bad
for somebody who hadn't had much practice.  I'll tell you a secret: It
wasn't my first time.  Lots of times I practiced stripping alone in my
room, ever since I was little.  It always made me feel very grown up and
wonderfully naughty.  I guess I'm just a natural exhibitionist.

   I saw daddy reach in his pocket and pull out a dollar bill.  I danced
over to him as I slipped out of my skirt, and he reached out and tucked the
bill into my garter.  Cool!  Just like a real stripper!

   I timed it so my panties dropped to the floor just before music ended,
so I got to dance around for a few seconds in nothing but my garter and
platform heels.  Oh, and several dollar bills!  It felt delicious to be the
center of attention, and to turn daddy on like this.  In some ways it was
even better than all the things he did to me this week.  This was me making
him horny without even touching him.

   As the song ended I gave a little curtsy and daddy and Deborah
applauded. All of us were surprised to hear more applause coming from the
doorway, where momma and Brian were standing.

   Deborah was just as startled as when daddy walked in on us.  She jumped
up and stammered, "Oh!  Mrs.  Carson, this isn't what it looks like!  Danni
and I were just trying out these beautiful new clothes you bought her and,
and...  well..."

   "Don't worry, dear, you're not doing anything wrong.  I guess Danielle
didn't tell you that our family decided she needs help getting ready for
the Naked in School program next year in school, and stripping at home is a
big confidence builder for her.  I think it would do you a lot of good,
too."

   "It probably would," she said, "but it doesn't matter.  If they go ahead
with NiS my parents are just going to take me out of school anyway."

   "Goodness!  I'm very sorry to hear that.  How do you feel about it?"

   "Well, an hour ago I thought it was great, but now I'm not so sure.  I
hate to think about saying goodbye to all my friends, and after all the fun
I've had this morning, I think maybe the Program could turn out to be fun
too."

   "Well, then," said mom, "we'll just have to see what we can come up
with." Oh, oh.  Momma had another one of her ideas.

   "But for right now, why don't you put on some of those new clothes so we
can all watch you take them off.  Gracious, it hasn't been more that a year
since we saw you and Danielle dancing at a ballet recital.  Let's see if
you can put all those years of dance lessons to good use."

   Deborah and I took ballet together all through grade school.  Well,
actually I started in preschool.  I loved to dance, and we used to giggle
and say stripping was a great way for a girl to turn dance lessons into
cash.  Plus it was fun!

   Deborah went for the sexy schoolgirl look.  Matching red bra and panties
under a little tartan skirt, thin white blouse with a little black necktie,
thigh highs, and Mary Janes.  Then she took a pink scrunchy and pulled her
hair back in a ponytail.  She walked over to daddy, took his glasses off,
and perched them on her little nose.  Lucky he was nearsighted, so they
could both still see close up.

   I put on the next song, a really naughty thing with a man and woman
singing in French as she quite obviously has sex and builds up to her
orgasm.  It wasn't easy to dance to, but what it lacked in tempo it made up
for in sensuality.

   Deborah slowed down, caught the beat, and got right into the spirit. 
She unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it off, leaving the little necktie
dangling between her breasts.  The cups were designed to leave her nipples
bare.  Without removing her skirt she tugged the panties from beneath it
and let them slip slowly down her legs.  She lifted them on the toe of her
Mary Jane, brought them up to her cheek, smiled and danced over and laid
them on top of Brian's head, looping the leg holes over his ears.  My
little brother grinned broadly.

   Deborah was definitely not the prude I thought I knew.

   She ran her hands from her hips up to her breasts as she swayed
rhythmically around the room.  As the singer's voice rose toward climax,
Deborah dropped to her hands and knees and crawled erotically toward where
daddy was sitting.  She slid both hands up his pant legs and pushed his
knees apart.  She rose slowly up on her knees, sliding her face and chest
right over daddy's lap, then stopped and looked up into his eyes.  She
reached up and took the glasses from her face with both hands, then turned
them around and put them back on him.

   All of us were so entranced that it took a us a moment to realize the
music had stopped.  Deborah just waited there on her knees, looking up at
daddy while her hands massaged the tops of his inner thighs.  She wasn't
touching his dick, but everybody could see the massive outline and the dark
spot that had appeared at the tip.

   "How much will you pay me for a lap dance, mister?" Deborah asked in a
very high little girl voice.

   Daddy chuckled.  "Well, I believe the going rate is $20." He pulled out
a bill and folded it lengthwise, then he tucked it into the side of her
skirt.  I clicked on the next song.  Midnight at the Oasis - another one
that's hard to dance to - but this time it didn't matter at all.

   Deborah rose to her feet and turned away from daddy.  She looked back
over her shoulder and cocked her hip.  She stepped backward until her pert
little tush was only inches from his face, and gave a little wiggle.  No,
make that a very distinct, prolonged wiggle.  Daddy reached up under her
skirt and gave her butt a pat.  She smiled at him.  Then she bent at the
waist, put her hands on her knees, and lowered her bottom until it touched
his tummy.

   Daddy has a very nice body, as I found out this week.  His abs are hard
and he doesn't have any sign of a beer belly.  From the look on Deborah's
face, she was appreciating that fact.  She kept moving to the music, not
quite twerking, but definitely wiggling her butt.  Slowly she went lower
and lower until she was straddling the huge lump in daddy's lap.  Daddy
reached up and softly stoked her back just below her bra.  Then he grabbed
the clasp and popped it open in back.  She reached up and took the cups in
her hands, gave her nipples a pinch, and shrugged the straps off her
shoulders.  She stared directly at each of us as she let the cups fall
away.

   Keeping both palms in contact with her skin at all times, daddy slid his
hands around her sides and grabbed her tits as she slid her derrière back
and forth along his dick.  Her eyes closed and she settled back to lay her
head on his shoulder, a little smile on her lips as he played with her
tits. Her skirt had ridden up and we could see her pussy lips glistening in
the gap between her thighs as she slid them back and forth along my daddy's
huge cock.

   The song ended and she stood up, looking disheveled but happy.  Daddy
looked disappointed, and he quickly pulled out another twenty and slipped
it into her waistband on the opposite side of her skirt.  She turned around
and faced him, then let her fingertips trail from her waist up to her
armpits, then down again along the underside of her little boobs.  "Want me
to make you cum?" she asked.

   Daddy swallowed, looked in her eyes and gave an eager nod.  Deborah
pushed his knees back together, then she straddled his legs and leaned way
back, resting her hands on my footstool.  Her little skirt was way up
around her waist now, and even from behind we could see not just her butt
but her bare pussy as she ground it over daddy's cock.  Both of them were
breathing hard, and as she sped up the pace I heard momma begin to clap and
chant, "Go Debbie, go Debbie, go Debbie..." The rest of us joined in.

   All of a sudden daddy gave a loud grunt and Debbie lunged forward to
embrace him, without losing any of her all-important rhythm.  She began to
give out high little squeaks in time to their flagrant mutual masturbation.
Daddy hugged her close and kissed her.  Their mouths opened as the music
and their bodies hit a crescendo.

   As the music ended I heard the sounds of slippery sex going on all
around me.  Brian had his little dick in his hands and momma had slipped
one hand into her blouse.  The other had disappeared under her skirt, but
was moving really fast.

   But the thing that surprised me the most was what my own hands were
doing.  One of them was frantically tickling my clit while the other had
two fingers slipping wildly in and out of my pussy.  Then the world
exploded and I fell into the sun.  - This time it didn't take me long to
come back to life.  Right away I noticed warm strings of goo running down
the sides of my tits while Brian stood over me looking intensely satisfied.
But the look on his face was nothing compared to Debbie's.  The poor thing
couldn't seem to handle the intensity of her orgasm.  She was molded up
against daddy's body, still stiff and breathing in short little gasps
audible throughout the room.  In short, she was responding a lot like I did
just the first time daddy made me cum.  This girl was hooked.

   Momma had pulled her skirt down and composed herself again.  She stood
up, walked over to Debbie, and began softly stroking her shoulders.  "Hey
little girl, that was wonderful.  Just relax now and let momma take care of
you."

   Debbie gave a little sign and slowly relaxed, nearly going limp against
daddy, safe from falling thanks to his embrace and mother's gentle support.
Together they picked her up, momma supporting her shoulders while daddy
awkwardly held her legs on either side of his waist, and they carried her
over to my bed.  Mom sat down beside her and stroked her hair.  "Don't be
afraid, little one.  That's just what happens to girls when a man loves
them.  " Debbie began to sob.

   "What's wrong, darling?" Asked mom, "you haven't done anything wrong. 
Did Mr.  Carson frighten you?"

   She sobbed once more, then opened her eyes to look at momma.  "No,
that's not it at all.  I loved what happened, and I want to do more, but my
mom and dad are going to make me move away and then I won't get to be naked
in school along with Danielle!  And...  and I'll never get to have Mr. 
Carson's big penis inside me!"

   "Oh, ho!  So that's it.  Well, never fear, little one, we just might be
able to work something out.  Let's us girls go make some lunch for the boys
while they recover, and then maybe you'll get one of your wishes." Mom
looked over at me and smiled.  She took Debbie by the hand and stood her
up. "But first let's get you out of that skirt.  After all, you're going to
be naked in school." Debbie smiled.

   After I watched her slip out of her skirt Brian handed me a towel to
wipe myself off.  Then I went to the kitchen to join mom and Debbie.  They
both giggled when they saw me.

   "What?" I said, "Debbie's just as naked as I am."

   "It looks like you missed a spot," said mom, handing me a mirror from
her compact.  Debbie sniggered as I saw the big blob of pearly cum on the
bangs in the center of my forehead.  Brian!  That rotten little twerp had
tricked me with that towel.  I had to get him back.

   "Leave it," mom said.  "It's cute." She gave me a smile and a wink, and
I had to smile back.  "Maybe Debbie wants some, too." Debbie blushed and
looked a little bit shocked, but she didn't protest.  Maybe we found a new
way for girls to accessorize.

   "My mother always told me my proper name was Deborah, and I shouldn't
let people call me Debbie or Deb because it showed a lack of respect," she
said.  "But from now on I'm going to get respect and have fun the same way,
and I want everybody to call me Debbie!" She gave an emphatic nod.

   Wow.  So now being a slut is the way to get respect?  Works for me!

   We fixed sandwiches and called the boys to the table, but we made them
wash their hands first.  It's very important to wash before you eat.  Daddy
sat next to me and we were across from Brian and Debbie.  Brian and I
played footsy and from the way Debbie was squirming in her chair I think
daddy had his toes on her pussy.  He was eating with one hand, and half way
through the meal I felt his other hand gently start to caress my thigh. 
Debbie was breathing fast and I noticed Brian only hd one hand on the
table, too.  Mom was sitting at the foot of the table trying to look like
it was just a regular family meal until Debbie started to moan and lost all
pretense of eating her sandwich.

   "Dear," said momma, "I think we should be more polite to our guest.  Let
me take over." To my great surprise, mom sipped down and disappeared under
the table.  Debbie's eyes opened wide and she gave out a sharp little "O!
o! o!" Then her head lolled over the back of the chair and she slid forward
and down.

   "Now Debbie, it's very important to remember that you're not allowed to
do this in the Program.  You could get in a lot of trouble, so I'm going to
make sure you understand just how it works so you'll never do it
accidentally."

   Daddy smiled and turned toward me.  "And I think we should put family
first," as he too slipped under the table.  I pushed my chair back as daddy
shifted round so his face was between my thighs.  Oh my Gawd!  Was mom
doing that to Debbie?  But Debbie likes boys!  And as for momma, well there
was just no way she could possibly be a lesbian, she was my mother!  And
Brian's!

   But Debbie was moaning loudly, just like she did when she came on
daddy's lap.  I felt his breath on my inner thighs and spread my knees
apart to let him bring his face right into my bare, wet pussy.  Just like
when he licked me for the first time, just last Sunday, I felt the tip of
his soft, warm tongue touch so very gently against the bottom of my outer
lips, so I scootched down and forward like Debbie to give him better
access. He rewarded me be licking up one side of my pussy lips and slowly
back down the other, leaving a tingling trail that converged in the middle
and made my whole pussy melt.  Then he started licking right up the middle,
but instead of going all the way up to my eager clitty, he paused and
plunged his hard tongue way up inside me!  Fireworks went off behind my
eyelids and I started moaning even louder than Debbie.

   When my eyes opened I looked across the table at Debbie.  Her head was
thrashing from side to side and Brian was now standing behind her, playing
with her little tits.  She was thoroughly occupied and totally out of
control.

   Daddy kept pushing his amazing tongue in and out of my cunt (Yes, cunt!
That's what I wanted to be!) , fucking me with his mouth, and I felt the
glorious tingles building up deep inside that had to be the beginning of a
vaginal orgasm.  Every one of my orgasms so far came from my clit, but this
one was different, deeper, more primitive.

   Debbie's eyes opened and I saw a look of deep distress on her face.  I
saw her arms reach forward under the table, but I heard mom say, "No, not
yet, Debbie.  We have all afternoon." There it was.  My straight and
straight-laced mother was doing the same thing to Debbie's pussy that daddy
was doing to mine!

   "And you two, over there," she said.  "Slow down and learn to enjoy
yourselves." I heard Debbie groan again, but this time it was very
different, a groan of frustration, and I knew exactly how she felt.

   I could see daddy's hands holding the back of my knees, but even though
I was sending desperate signals he didn't do anything.  Debbie and I looked
at each other longingly, but still nothing happened under the table.  A
whispered conversation was going on down there, but we couldn't hear what
was said.  Debbie was lucky.  Brian was still playing with her tits and
occasionally rolling her nipples between his fingers.  I reached up and did
the same to mine.

   The delicious feeling way up inside my cunt faded and left a hollow,
empty spot.  A tear ran down Debbie's cheek and I felt the same way, but
suddenly she tensed and inhaled sharply.  Just at the same moment daddy
slid his hands over my knees and forward up my thighs.  Slowly, oh so
slowly, I felt daddy's head advance toward my lonely, needy hollow spot. 
Now that I was used to regular fucking, this teasing process was sheer
torture, but at last daddy's tongue touched me lightly in that same spot
right at the bottom of my lips.

   I was in heaven as he circled my outer lips again and again.  After a
quarter of an hour or more he began to tease my clit as his tongue slipped
past.  I laid back and lost myself in the wonderful sensations.  Those
sensations intensified every time his wonderful tongue circled back to my
tingling clit.  Finally he stopped circling and flicked the tip rapidly
over my hard little button until the fireworks blinded me.

   But this time I didn't pass out.  I grabbed daddy by the ears and rode
the wave of joy as I pulled him tight into my bucking hips.  If I hadn't
been lost in my own pleasure I would have marveled at how long he could
hold his breath, because he had his nose and mouth were fully committed to
pussy, my own wet little pussy, and not to breathing.  I heard him begin to
gasp as I slowly came back down to earth, and then I heard even louder
girly squeals and moans as Debbie flew off on her own explosion there
across the dinner table.

   But daddy didn't stop!  Even as the sensations brought me back to earth,
his wonderful tongue began circling again, fanning the embers of the dying
blaze between my legs.  To my astonishment they burst back to life, fanned
by Debbie's helpless moans and by two small warm hands caressing my boobs.
Brian had repositioned himself behind me and was playing with my tits in
the same helpful manner as he had Debbie's.  And Debbie was looking dazedly
across the table at me as she gathered her wits and reluctantly returned to
reality.  Then her eyes rolled back and she began to moan again!

   Daddy kept licking me and momma kept doing it to Debbie until we found
ourselves once again at the threshold of paradise.  That was the moment we
found out that once is never enough.  Both of us were multi-orgasmic.  All
that was needed was a loving partner who could bring out our best, and boy,
did they!  It went on and on though the sensuous glow of an endless
afternoon, moans of passion mingling with each other and with intermittent
squeals of delight!

   Then, after I had lost count of my orgasms, he finally did it.  Instead
of flicking my clit he let his circling tongue spiral down to the very
center of me.  I reached down with both hands to grasp my outer lips as
firmly as I could, then pulled myself open, inviting daddy's long,
marvelous tongue.

   Invitation accepted.

   He slithered it high up to where no tongue had gone before, and the
glorious deep feeling of a vaginal orgasm renewed itself way up inside my
cunt.  Even as the explosion began I felt daddy's tongue slip away, but
before I could cry out in despair he seized my body, almost threw me on the
table, and entered my wet, hungry cunt with one smooth, fulfilling thrust.
Already in the spasms of climax, I felt my cervix dilate as the head of his
huge cock slipped as deeply within me as it is possible to go.  I felt wave
after wave of hot liquid burst inside of me as my heels beat frantically
against daddy's muscular ass, driving him deeper and deeper, again and
again, as I screamed and wept with the joy of ultimate release.  - After a
warm, wet wonderful time I slowly awakened there on the kitchen table. 
Someone had placed a pillow under my head and covered me with a down
comforter.  I glanced to my left and saw Debbie's peaceful face snoozing
beside me, looking innocently angelic...  apart from the drying cum all
over her lips and chin.  I studied her for a moment, thinking how beautiful
she looked, then softly kissed her moist lips.  She gave a deep sigh and
her eyelids fluttered open.  "Hi, you.  Where am I?"

   I heard momma chuckle.  "Good morning, sleeping beauties!  The boys are
off picking up some desert at the store, and I think you'd better shower.
You're both a bit messy!" she said with a grin.

   "OK," I said, giving Debbie another quick kiss and sitting up on the
edge of the table.  "Who first?"

   "Why don't you shower together?" mom asked.  "That way you won't have to
wait and I can get dinner on the table." Was it really dinner time?  Where
had the afternoon gone?  Oh!  Right.

   "But mom, I don't want to shower with another girl.  I'm not some kind
of lesbo!"

   "Mind your manners, young lady.  Just because you're going to be in the
Program does not mean you are allowed to speak that way in this house. 
Your friend Debbie is not going to attack you just because you're naked in
the shower together.  Besides, you might learn something.  Give it a try."

   Learn what?  Well, there's no arguing with momma when her mind is made
up.  I took Debbie by the hand and we went upstairs to the bathroom.  Soon
the hot water had filled the room with steam and we stepped into the shower
together.  The water felt delightful on my naked skin.

   "Here," said Debbie, "you have cum on your tush.  Let me wash it off for
you." Now how did it get there of all places?  I had no idea, but her hands
felt nice rubbing my cheeks, so I just relaxed and enjoyed it.

   "Hey, let me fix the shower head," I said, reaching up and switching
from a gentle spray to a pulsing jet.  Debbie looked astonished as it
splashed against her lower belly, right at the top of her mound.

   "Wow, wow, wow...  I like that!  I have to get one of these for my
shower!"

   "You mean you don't have one?  How can you jill off?"

   "You mean play with myself?  In the shower?  I thought girls only did
that in bed."

   "Well, I certainly do.  But not just in bed.  In the shower, in the
girl's room, any place I can.  But you have got to make your parents get
you a massage jet for your shower.  It's the best toy I ever had.  Like,
check this out." I twisted the shower head and the pulses became a steady,
hard stream of warm water.  I detached the hose and lowered the head down
to the cleft between Debbie's pretty, long legs.  "Ohhhhhh..." was her
response as her eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned against the
wall.

   This was fun!  Debbie's knees slowly bucked and she sank to the shower
floor, but I was relentless, keeping the stream aimed exactly where it
would do the most good.  Within seconds she began to moan loudly and I had
the pleasure of watching her cum again.  But this time I was the one making
her cum.  And I loved it.

   I kissed her as she came back down from her peak.  Her hands went behind
my back and slid straight down to my bottom.  This time she wasn't so
gentle, and I found out I didn't want her to be.  We both embraced as the
hose slipped out of my hand and snaked around the floor, sending a stream
of hot, steamy water in every direction.  Our legs scissored each other as
our wet, hungry pussies came together, frantically bumping and rubbing our
frenzied clits to compensate for the frustrating emptiness deep inside both
of us.  Oh yes, today was a day of discovery; discovery of pussy, discovery
that I loved and longed for it just as much as I did cock, and the feeling
I got from Debbie's Sapphic touch was just as delicious as everything my
daddy and brother had been doing to me all during this endless, wonderful
week.  Debbie and I exploded with love, rapt in each other's legs.

   We were both still cumming when someone turned off the water.  As I
collapsed to the floor a soft arm caught me and embraced me.  I turned my
head to see momma hugging Debbie and me both tightly, her face buried in
Debbie's chest and her dress soaked from the shower.  I put my hand around
her waist and hugged her back.  We stayed there a long, lovely time,
holding each other and gently caressing two naked bodies and one wet dress.


   "So, who was that you were calling a lesbo?" she asked.  I started to
giggle, but the look in her eye was too serious, too loving.  "Every girl
loves girls, Danielle.  It's in our nature.  It's just that some of us
never get the chance to find that out.  Come on, let's get you two dried
off, and we can have a nice girl talk." She giggled like a teenager.

   She pulled me to my feet and wrapped a big warm towel around me.  Then
she did the same for Debbie.  Finally she seemed to notice how wet she was
and quickly dropped her dress to the floor, followed by her bra and
panties, until she was as nude as the two of us, but without a towel of her
own.

   "Danielle," I've been worried about you for almost a year, ever since
you finished seventh grade.  The happy little girl I knew was gone, and my
beloved daughter didn't seem to know who she was any more.  That's why I
thought the Program might be just the thing to bring you around and make
you see all the wonderful things you have to discover.  And while you're
discovering them I want my little girl back so I can teach her about those
things." Momma was cuddling both of us now, and she was looking deep into
Debbie's eyes just as often as mine.  Her hands slid under our towels and
began to caress the soft flesh of our bottoms, pushing our moist pussies
against her thighs.  I had to admit we still had a lot to learn.

   "I think Debbie should stay with us and learn all about the Program, so
the two of you can go though it together next fall.  What do you think of
that idea, Debbie?"

   "Oh, Mrs.  Carson!  That would be so wonderful.  But my parents will
never let me do that."

   "You leave them to me, dear.  For tonight I'll call your mother and tell
her you and Danni have decided to have a sleepover."

   "But I didn't bring any clothes," she said, and all three of us burst
into laughter.

   This week was going to be even more fun than I thought!

   Chapter III is about convincing Debbie's parents to let her be herself;
Naked in School It won't be easy, but it will be fun.





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