Future Strippers of America
Field Trip
"OK, everybody, we'll be there in five minutes. I know you're all excited, but you need to remember to follow the rules, listen to your sponsors, and be polite to the employees and customers. If you've never been to a strip club before, you're in for a real treat."
All over the bus, girls and boys sat up and started to make themselves presentable. Zippers zipped, buttons fastened, and traces of cum were carefully wiped from girlish faces. Nothing could be done about cum stained blouses, but the girls who belonged to Future Strippers of American weren't especially concerned about people knowing what they were up to.
"Everybody remember to pair up with your big brothers and sisters. You girls who are FSA members need to take care of our guests from Tenyari Middle School; they haven't had the same opportunities to enjoy nudity as you have. They might be a little shy, and it's important for you to help them get over their inhibitions. Also, you young men need to remember that you are guests of FSA girls. Even though age restrictions on the sex industry have been lifted, some strippers are still a little shy about being touched by young boys. Always ask permission first, and remember, the girls always appreciate tips. Slip a bill into her panties and she'll see to it you get rewarded."
The school bus pulled into a large parking lot outside The Pink Pussy. A huge electronic marquee flashed "Welcome Central High Future Strippers of America" along with short videos of gorgeous girls of all ages and all levels of undress.
"OK, here we are. Everybody please get off the bus and walk in the main door like young ladies and gentlemen."
Cynthia
Cynthia felt dazzled by the pounding music, the flashing lights, and the beautiful girls surrounding her. She wandered between the tables, mesmerized by the erotic sights everywhere she looked. Gorgeous women; girls no older than she was; and even couples performed exciting, forbidden acts on every stage. Her head was in a whirl as she searched for something she wasn't quite sure of.
She tried hiking up her skirt a bit more, but it was already bunched around her waist, stealing from her slender figure as much beauty as it granted to her long legs. Oh, how she hated the frumpy clothes her parents made her wear! Of course, they had no idea she'd gotten invited on the FSA field trip. They never would have permitted it. It was all she could do to get out of the house that morning in her least-ugly skirt and blouse. Naturally she'd put her bra into her purse as soon as she got to school. She did that every day. But the loose, heavy tops her mother made her wear were impossible; she might as well have been wearing armor plates underneath.
She stopped short, looking up at a gorgeous older woman - she must have been 18 at least. She was balanced gracefully on a pair of six-inch 'fuck me' platform heels, her long legs topped by a sparkling silver micro skirt, but what captivated Cynthia was the multi-colored, long sleeved blouse she had tied off below her huge, pillowy boobs.
Cynthia was proud of her own boobs. They were the biggest in the whole eighth grade, other than Mary-Kate Simmons, and she didn't count 'cause she'd been held back twice. She should really be in high school. Cynthia stood staring for a full minute before she reached down and tugged her blouse out of her bunched skirt. Eagerly, she undid the six buttons from her collar to her naval, then she grasped the tails and tied them tightly below her ample young breasts, turning the ugly blouse into an open display of her ample tits. The girl on stage in front of her looked down and smiled.
It took a bit of fumbling and a flash of nipple, but Cynthia was delighted with the results. The long sleeves accentuated the very proper nature of her top, but the knot below her breasts was tight enough to lift them up and make them spill out above. Her tight pink nipples were barely covered, and if she shrugged her shoulders it fell open enough to show them off, too.
"Hello, honey. Looking for a friend?"
Cynthia turned her gaze from the pretty stripper to the four college boys sitting in the alcove in front of her stage. A good looking guy with blonde hair was smiling at her. "Buy you a drink?"
Barbara
I'm just here to help. None of my friends could believe it when they heard I'd joined FSA. Everybody knows I'm not that kind of girl.
My boyfriend, Ken, comes from a good family, just like mine. We've been going steady for over two years. We're in love and we're going to get married as soon as we graduate.
It isn't easy being a virgin these days, or dating one. Or even finding one. All of the disgusting things that go on everywhere! In school, on TV, everywhere you go. Ken and I are different, and we're not going to let society change us.
His mom works at school, and my dad is on the school board. I'm not saying that's why we haven't had to be in "The Program," but people are beginning to wonder.
That's why so many people were surprised when I joined FSA last week. It certainly wasn't because I wanted to.
You see, every family has its black sheep. In Ken's family, it's his little sister, Skipper. She grew up just like he did; in a decent family where sex was something private, between married people. We just can't understand how she turned into such a little slut.
Her parents tried to control her, but she just went out and got her AWSOME card, and now there's nothing they can do. Of course she got invited along on this field trip and of course she wanted to go. All her parents could do was ask Ken to go along too, and keep an eye on her.
That's why I joined FSA. As a member, I could invite my boyfriend, and we could team up to keep an eye on Skipper. A lucky thing, too. She disappeared into the dressing rooms as soon as we walked in the door, and the next thing we knew the announcer blared out over the music,
AND NOW, JUST WHAT EVERYBODY'S BEEN WAITING FOR: OUR FIRST AMATEUR STRIP BY A MIDDLE SCHOOL HONEY! THE PINK PUSSY IS PROUD TO PRESENT MISS SKIPPER JENKINS IN HER VERY FIRST PUBLIC UNVEILING! LET'S GIVE HER A BIG DOUBLE-P WELCOME!
The audience broke out in cheers and applause as a spotlight hit the main stage. Sipper danced out from behind the curtain. She was wearing a classic Playboy Bunny costume: Spike heels, cuffs, a collar, bunny ears, and of course the body hugging one-piece suit cut high on both hips and low between her breasts. It was amazing how it gave the little girl the appearance of huge breasts even though I knew she was still wearing a training bra. Oh, did I mention the huge white puffy tail? Ken was staring with his mouth open. Honestly, I felt a little jealous.
Kitty
I don't know if this was a good idea. My parents thought I should go; but they're always trying to make me do stuff "for my own good." So what if I'm a little shy? I mean, I like boys and all… and I like it when they look at me, but I'm only in 7th grade and I don't think I'm ready for sex. When mom found out the Future Strippers of America were having a field trip to The Pink Pussy and they were inviting girls from Middle School, she just had to get involved. "It'll do you good." "Get outside your comfort zone and try out new things." "When I was your age I was having sex with three different guys!" Gawd, mom, too much information! All right, all right, I'll go.
So here I am. It's so dark I can hardly see the tables, and the music's so loud I can't hear what anybody's saying. Good. Maybe I can just find a table in back and hide out until it's time to go home. That's a long time, though. The only good thing about this is we get off school today, plus we couldn't get here before two o'clock. Strip clubs don't get much business in the morning.
There sure are a lot of guys here, though. Most of them look like college guys, but there are plenty of gentlemen my daddy's age, and even older, so I'm safe from them. Goodness, they look nice. Well dressed. I was expecting a bunch of pervs, but most of them look very distinguished. Some of them even have their wives with them. Or maybe their girl friends. And even their families. At least I think those girls must be their daughters, and the boys have to be their sons. I didn't know so many families came to this kind of place now that there aren't any age restrictions any more.
"Well hello there, cutie. What are you doing way back here in the corner by yourself?" Kitty glanced up to see a beautiful woman in her twenties smiling down at her.
Billy's Gang
"Wow, this place is cool!"
"What? I can't hear you over the music!"
"I said this place is cool! Check out the fox on the side stage. Is that a bikini or just some really tiny shorts and top?"
"Good question. You got any ones? Slip one in her bottom and maybe you can figure it out."
"Are we allowed to do that?"
"Sure, Mike. Whattaya think these girls are here for? Sure, they like to show off, but mainly they're here to get paid. Here, slip her this one, I dare you."
"Not me! You do it. You're so brave." Mike punched his buddy in the shoulder.
Bill punched him back, none too hard. He was trapped. All his buds were focused on him, sitting there with a dollar bill in one hand. The pretty stripper had also noticed the commotion and was looking at the boys as she popped the fastener between her amazingly huge breasts and crossed her hands to grasp the two loose cups with her finger tips, barely keeping her nipples covered. She gave Bill an encouraging smile.
Barbara
Skipper sashayed along the edge of the stage, wiggling her little butt like a grown woman. Every guy sitting there stared at that white puff ball as she passed by and walked away. She reached the corner and turned back toward the curtain. Reaching through, she emerged with a tray of whisky glasses. She walked back along the far side of the stage, gracefully dipping and setting drinks in front of each of the guys seated there. When the tray was empty she turned, bent forward, and wiggled her little butt around her white bunny tail.
Ken came back to life as the first song ended and his little sister disappeared back behind the curtain. He stood up and walked over to the corner of the stage where men went to slip money into the girl's panties. It was time for big brother to take care of little sis.
The music started and Skipper danced back out onto the stage. She hadn't taken anything off yet, but this was where the real stripping normally began. She spotted her big brother standing at the front corner. For a moment she looked scared, but I have to give the girl credit. She smiled, put both her index fingers on her hips, and ran them seductively up her narrow waist and over the tops of her boobs. She danced gracefully over to where her brother waited. Just before she got there she put one finger under her chin, bent her knees, and gave him a curious pout. Then she swiveled and stuck her puffy tail toward him as she looked at him over her shoulder.
If I didn't know better I'd think I saw a lump in my boyfriend's pants! But that couldn't be. Sexy as Skipper looked right then, she was his sister. Ken stepped up on the stage to take charge of things.
Skipper moved faster. As he straightened his leg at the edge of the stage, she flowed backward and straightened her own long legs. Her puffy tail slid up the front of her brother's pants and her cute little butt settled around the suspicious lump which was now unmistakably a raging hard-on! My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
And it only got worse as Ken reached around to cup his sister's up-thrust boobies through the front of her bunny costume. She sighed over the music and her head came back to rest on his shoulder as his lips began to nibble the side of her neck above her collar.
I was stupefied as I watched him curl his fingers into her cleavage and pull down her top to reveal her delicate young breasts to the rapt audience. His fingers began fondling her nipples even as he turned her to provide them a better view. Then, to my utter astonishment, he grasped the zipper between her shoulder blades and yanked it down in one smooth motion. Her costume fell away, revealing her pale white skin, her small boobs again cupped in his large hands, and her smooth, tight pussy sparking with moisture above her wide thigh gap. What surprised me most was that her bunny tail stayed fixed in place between the twin globes of her little bottom. It wasn't part of her costume! The little slut was wearing a butt plug!
Skipper looked at me and smiled.
I had to put a stop to this! I jumped up, nearly ran to the stage, and looked for a graceful way up. Skipper, still smiling, extended her hand. I grabbed it and stepped up on the stage.
The audience gasped as Skipper yanked me forward. I couldn't help it, my momentum carried me into her arms and our lips met as she embraced me. There was a gasp from the audience as I felt her hands slide down and grasp my ass. Recovering my wits, I tried to push her away.
In a single motion, Ken slipped around from behind his sister, and suddenly I was sandwiched between two horny siblings, four hands touching, fondling, caressing my most intimate places as the music cut off and a hush fell over the room. I struggled against them, but somehow my outrage was dying away into weakness and doubt. And then something began to grow inside me. A warm, moist feeling suffused my pussy and the warmth of their wandering hands began to create feelings I never admitted to myself before. Ken's rock hard erection was now pressing insistently into my own ass while his hands slid inside my blouse and tugged my bra away, letting my breasts spill out above them. His little sister thrust her tongue tip between my lips and deep into my mouth as she continued working her hands on my bottom; pushing the globes of my ass tight against her brother's raging cock.
I don't know which of them unzipped my skirt and tugged my panties over my hips to let them fall around my ankles, but it was definitely Ken who ripped open my blouse and bared my stiffening tits to press against his sister's soft boobs. Our moans were the only sounds to be heard as every eye focused on our forbidden, obscene, disgusting, erotic, wonderful, irresistible, pornographic public display. I couldn't remember why I had waited so long, I only knew that I wanted nothing now except to fuck and be fucked.
I felt Skipper reach around me to grasp her brother's pants above his raging cock, pop his button and tug down his zipper. I felt his hard flesh against my ass as she grasped his erection and pulled it forward and down. She stepped back and pulled me forward, bending me at the waist. She sank to the floor in front of me and reached through my legs to lodge her brother's cock head between the plump lips of my dripping pussy. As he trust forward to impale himself into my virgin cunt, the little scamp gave me a kiss on the lips and I felt her tongue flip against my clit. The audience heard me scream out my first real orgasm at the very instant my boyfriend's cock tore though my hymen, taking my virginity and giving me his.
Girls, I highly recommend this for your first time.
Ken pounded into me as the pain of my deflowering was swallowed up in the delight of orgasm. Little Skipper stayed below us and sucked away at my dangling tits as her brother fucked me from behind. I'm not sure if my first orgasm ended before the second one began, or if I just came for half an hour straight. I'm not sure when the first guy climbed on the stage, but I do remember seeing Skipper lie back as the first man entered her soaking pussy, a hard cock in her mouth and each hand, but insisting on keeping her puffy butt plug in place.
I think it was Ken's cock that was the first one in my mouth, but I admit I kind of lost track of what was going on for a while. I also remember many a warm splash of cum all over my face and body. They couldn't all have been Ken.
I thought I loved him before, but it was nothing compared to what happened that night. The best part is, he loves seeing me dance at the Pink Pussy, and he loves being part of the show. So does Skipper. His parents aren't reconciled to the idea, yet, but mine are cool. It's just a matter of time.
Billy's Gang
The dollar Billy slipped into Hunny's panties payed off. Not just for him, for the whole gang. You see, Hunny had a thing for young boys. At 23, she was one of the oldest strippers at the Pink Pussy, but she was frustrated. Through a regrettable oversight, when the legislature dropped the age of consent they hadn't made provisions for boys under age 16. There was no AWSOME program for boys. Unfortunately, the PLPC had realized this, and used it to shut down Wiggles and the Bare Bunny. The management of the Pink Pussy was spooked, and Hunny was horny.
She was taken with Billy when he awkwardly slipped a hard one into her tiny G-String, so she came to visit him after she finished her dance. She cuddled with all his friends, but what went on under the table just wasn't enough. Hunny was amazed how fast boys that age could recuperate; she couldn't lick her fingers fast enough to hide the evidence. So when Billy got up to visit the men's room, Hunny wasn't far behind, and the rest of the gang didn't take long to make the same trip. They all came out smiling, and Hunny spent the rest of the evening with a happy glow, not to mention a sparkle oozing from her pussy that wasn't entirely her own.
Kitty
She was dressed in a tight, body hugging wrap of what looked like silvery metal. It was a strapless gown, molded to her body from her nipples to her pussy. She was tall and slender and looked to Kitty to be in her late twenties; about her mother's age. She was smoking a long, slender cigarette. She was gorgeous.
"I'm just here with FSA. My mom made me come. All I want is for everybody to leave me alone."
"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to bother you. You just looked a little lonely sitting here all by yourself."
Kitty felt a little bad that she'd been mean to the nice lady. She'd been raised to be a polite girl. "Oh. That's OK. I didn't mean to be rude. Here, would you like to sit down?"
The statuesque beauty gave Kitty a long, friendly look as she pulled at her cigarette and sent a cloud of smoke over the young girl's head. Holding her gaze she gracefully nestled into the chair next to the shy teenager.
"Don't worry, everybody is a little bashful the first time they try stripping. I'll tell you a little secret. I didn't think I was pretty enough. I almost didn't have the courage to take off my top the first time. I thought my boobs were too little and stood up too much. I was just lucky that I was in love, and my boyfriend had a thing for strippers. He wouldn't let me off that stage until every stitch of my clothing was on the floor. I'll always be grateful to him for that!
"But a girl as pretty as you shouldn't have any doubts. You'll be a headliner after your first night. All you have to do is give it a try."
"You think I'm pretty?"
Still staring deeply into the young girl's eyes, the stripper leaned forward and pressed her luscious, wet lips hard against hers. Kitty's mouth opened in astonishment, and the older woman quickly blew cigarette smoke into Kitty's lungs as she gasped in astonishment. One hand wrapped around the back of her head to prevent her pulling away, and a tongue snaked into her mouth as Kitty suppressed her urgent need to cough brought on by the awful taste. Smoke trickled out of her nose and she surrendered to the woman's probing tongue.
After a long, erotic time the woman pulled back and looked deeply into Kitty's eyes. She reversed the cigarette still smoldering between her fingers and brought it to Kitty's lips. "Inhale, little cutie."
Kitty looked doubtful. "Ewww. How can you do that to your body? It tastes just awful."
"Oh, honey, you have no idea. It's just one of the wonderful things you can do to your body. Cigarettes make it easier to put all sorts of dirty things in your mouth, and you won't believe how much you're gonna love dirty things inside you!" Completely immersed in the stripper's eyes, Kitty's lips parted and wrapped around the smoldering cigarette. This time the taste was too much and she couldn't control her coughing fit as the vile flavor suffused her airway. But even as her lungs protested, the first wave of nicotine reached her brain and she lost herself in the mingled pleasure of the woman's caresses and the tobacco rush. The two shared the cigarette as Kitty fought to control her reflexes. Between puffs the stripper taught the young girl the fine points of French kissing while she took every chance to blow smoke into her mouth. As she shared the final puff, the woman reached for the top button of the girl's blouse.
Cynthia
It was just like she'd dreamed it would be. She was the center of attention. The four college boys at the edge of the stage bought her all the drinks she wanted and were so very nice to her. Seating right there in front of the main stage was at a premium, but they were delighted to let her sit on their laps. And she loved the way their hard cocks pressed into her butt as she wiggled her bottom. She had lost count of the number of strippers who'd danced out of their skimpy clothes while she sat there enjoying the show with the guys. The latest girl on stage winked at her and she smiled back, realizing that she saw her giving her first lap dance. The boy reached around beneath her arms and tugged at the knot enclosing her pillowy breasts as the stripper mirrored his action on her own top. Cynthia arched her back, pressing her boobs firmly into the palms of his hands as her soft ass gyrated against his engorged cock. This brought her face close to the stage, and the stripper dropped to her hands and knees and kissed the surprised young girl on her soft lips. Her mouth opened eagerly and the delighted boys watched in awe as the eighth grade beauty gyrated on their friend's lap while she dueled with the woman's tongue. Hands reached helpfully from both sides and pulled apart the loose knots of both girl's tops. Four gorgeous breasts tumbled into view, covered only by fingers probing greedily into soft flesh and hardening nipples. Quiet moans could barely be heard over the pounding music as both girls lost themselves in the moment. The stripper's hands clasped Cynthia's, and she found herself lifted forward onto the stage and into the stripper's eager embrace as the audience shouted out their approval.
Only the recipient of Cyn's premier lap dance was disappointed. Not to be denied, he rose to the occasion and stepped up onto the stage where the two girls were lost in their erotic kiss. A hush fell over the audience as everyone focused on the young girl sandwiched between her male and female partners. She reacted to the hard cock pressing again between her round cheeks, and as she bent forward her eager customer shoved down on her shoulders, causing her face to slip from her other partner's lips. Suddenly she found her mouth on the stripper's pillowy breasts, her lips sucking tentatively, then eagerly on one hard nipple. Behind her, her male lover wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her harder against his pounding cock. Not to be denied, two of his friends stepped up on stage beside him, and Cyn suddenly found herself surrounded by four sex-crazed lovers vying for her small body. Behind her, her lap dance partner shoved her down further, and as she bent forward the stripper seized her ears and guided her innocent young face directly onto her dripping pussy. On either side the boys proceeded to drop their pants and grab their rampant cocks as they reveled in the sexual tableau unfolding before their eyes. Cynthia began to moan softly as the boy behind her yanked the bunched skirt from her waist and began stroking his cock directly against her naked ass. She gave out a startled squeak as she felt him thrust his huge rod into her warm, tight pussy.
All over the room, strippers and FSA members alike were playing with customers hard cocks as every eye focused on Cynthia's uncontrollable exhibition.
Epilog
All good things must end at last. Sometime in the small hours of the morning most of the kids piled back onto their school bus for the ride home. Kitty plopped down in her seat and immediately lit a cigarette from the pack her friend had gifted her. She'd been sick earlier, but now she was getting the hang of inhaling and the flavor was becoming delicious. A boy sat down beside her and lit one of his own. His friend pushed past the two of them and wedged himself into the window seat as three more of their buddies plunked down in the seat behind and began stroking Kitty's neck and shoulders. "Hi, babe, I'm Billy. Looking for something bigger to put in your mouth?" Kitty turned to him, blew a puff of smoke in his face, and reached for his zipper.
"Well, that's one field trip the kids won't soon forget," said their faculty advisor to Gwen Harris. "I'm so proud of them!"
"Plus I'm going to have a lot of kids from my class working at the Pink Pussy with me. I've gotta get to work on some kind of student/teacher routine. Hmmm. I wonder if we can put something together tomorrow in class… "
"Whaaa? Don't you ever teach any English anymore?"
"My kids didn't vote me teacher of the year because I improved their grammar."
The advisor chuckled, but then sobered. "The only problem is, what are we going to tell Cynthia Gardner's parents when they find out she isn't on the bus?"
"We just have to make sure they read the permission slip they signed. FSA isn't just for strippers. Cyn got a bonafide job offer from the Sigma Pi Epsilon fraternity. She's auditioning as their Fraternity Bukkake Girl, and that's a full time position. I don't think we'll see her around school for a while, but she's getting a start on a very promising career. She'll get along fine if her parents kick her out."
As the bus full of happy, sleepy kids pulled out of the parking lot, several of the teens noticed a change in the marquee. The words "Welcome Central High Future Strippers of America" had been replaced with a montage of photos showing the newest strippers at The Pink Pussy, along with their names, ages, measurements, and scheduled appearances. Barbara turned bright red when a picture filled the screen showing her face buried between Skipper's soft ass cheeks, licking her from behind while her brother thrust his hard cock into her hungry mouth. Little Skipper, seated to her brother's left while Barbara was nestled on his right in a seat intended for two, giggled as she read the caption:
"Cum see Ken and Barbi do Skipper every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday at 10 p.m.!"
She wasn't sure how her parents were going to react to her new job, but she did know she couldn't wait for Wednesday night.
