Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter! 40 Part: 39 Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga Summary: Marnie goes the extra mile to help daughter Brenda get into a special boarding school designed to help her to become an educated model. Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, forced nudity, tickling The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My Daughter! Parts 2-39", which can be found free at "Spunk's Place" (See at bottom) Not With My Daughter! Part 40 By Spunk N. Wagnels "Come on sleepy head, wake up." Nikki said. "Julie will be here for you soon." "Wha ...? Oh, thank you Nikki." Brenda said sitting up on the edge of the bed rubbing her eyes to be able to better see her temporary roommate. "I can't believe I slept so well." "I can, Girl." Nikki said. "You took that initiation thing real well, Sister." "Really? I don't even remember it." Brenda confessed. "You don't?" "The last thing I remember is Amber talking about hypnosis, but she could never do that to me. I don't believe anyone can hypnotize me." Brenda insisted. "Oh they can, Girl, and she did." Nikki said emphatically. "You wanna see the video?" "Ah, sure." Brenda said, her curiosity now peaked. She did not bother to put anything on over her long tee shirt to follow Nikki down the hall to the dorm's study. Nikki put in the videocassette and they plopped down on a couch to watch. First, they saw some of the girls looking into the camera and camping it up at close range on. Then, when they bored of it, they pulled back and allowed the camera to focus on Brenda sitting in a chair with her head bowed with Amber rubbing and touching the back of Brenda's hand. Then it showed Brenda standing up. Next, she opened her eyes, looked around the room, and then started to dance. "There is something wrong with the sound on that old camera." Nikki explained. "Look Girl, you can really shake it for a white girl." Nikki complimented. "I don't remember that." Brenda said, concerned with her lack of memory. "Here is where it gets good." Nikki explained. Brenda watched herself start a slow sexy striptease while looking directly into the camera. She blushed increasingly as she watched herself remove each piece of clothing. She sat betwixt and between wanting the video turned off and wanting to fast forward through it to see how it would all turn out. She saw herself naked with her hands snaking above her head. She was dancing with her feet more than shoulder width apart, and when the person holding the camera got as low as she could go, she pointed the lens up for the lewdest of lewd shots. Then to Brenda's horror, someone produced what looked to be a peewee t-ball stand with a bundle of fluffy feathers attached to the top. Brenda listened to Amber talking into her right ear and then began to dance over the feathers, occasionally squatting to test her ability to tolerate the tickle of the feathery tips. The other girls were clapping in unison as Brenda with her hands interlocked behind her head moved her hips frantically in all directions across the feather tips. Watching this, Brenda unconsciously held her hands over her own crotch. She felt hot and as if her head was going to explode from the tickles in her groin now watching the tormented image of herself on the screen. The video record of the frustration, with trying to get enough friction to cum on the screen, was like a selective sensory memory she could not control now between her legs. And while she couldn't remember doing it, she could not escape the frustration and need to cum right now watching herself frantically dancing over the feather tips on camera. "Now do you see why you slept so well?" Nikki asked amused at Brenda's current state. Brenda did not answer. She watched as if she were in another trance. Nikki got up and walked over to the VCR to turn it off, "And it goes on like that for a pretty long time. It is really tough to get past a certain point with the 'Tickle Tree'." Nikki explained. Brenda woke from her trance when the image was gone. "No, wait, what happens next?" "You keep on dancing over the Tickle Tree until you are so exhausted you nearly collapse. It happens to all of us. It has a strange effect on you, you can't get enough, and then you can't take what you get." "But ..." Brenda asked still confused. "Oh, we go about partying, and eventually Amber lets you up from the tickle torture and gives you the opportunity to finish yourself off in anyway you choose from the 'Treasure Chest.'" "The 'Treasure Chest?'" "Yeah, it is a box of goodies that graduating seniors have donated for the ongoing pleasure of the rest of us when they left school." Nikki explained. "You mean like ... toys?" Brenda asked. "Yeah, dildos, vibrators, you name it." Nikki revealed. "So I picked something, and everybody watched?" Brenda asked embarrassed. "Sure. We all have. It was rougher in the past though, before we had someone who could hypnotize us. Now you're one of us. Nothing can be more humiliating or embarrassing than being sexually stimulated in public and then cumming in a personal way in front of the rest of us, Babe. When there are no secrets, there are no problems. That is why this is such a friendly place." Brenda was in shock but now frustrated between her legs beyond belief. "Where is that treasure chest now." Brenda lamented to herself, flushed with the desire to finish herself off right there on the spot. "There you are." Julie said standing in the doorway. "Catching up with last night?" "Ah, yes ... Were you there?" "Of course silly, I brought you, remember?" "Oh, yeah. I'm having trouble with my memory." Brenda confessed. "That's because you were hypnotized." Julie explained. "You did great." "I did?" "Yeah. Nobody does anything they wouldn't be willing to do at some level when they are under hypnosis I'm told, and you proved to us that you are a natural performer just like most of the rest of us." Brenda smiled a sickly smile. "You'll fit right in nicely." Julie said putting her arm around Brenda's shoulder and pulling her in tight causing Brenda's smile to widen more. "Now let's find you something to wear for the Freedom Car Wash." * * * * * Marnie woke to a series of light taps on her door. "Are you going to join us for breakfast?" Sherry asked as she opened the door slowly. "Ah, sure." Marnie accepted, looking at her hostess dressed in nothing but a gentleman's shirt. "Nice legs you got there, woman." She thought to herself. "I'll be right there. Oh, before you go, are we all ... you know, are we ...?" "You mean done with our little contest?" Sherry replied. "Ah, yes." Marnie confirmed hopefully. "No, I'll need another one as good as last night, and your Brenda is as good as in." Sherry smiled, then backed out and closed the door. "Oh gawd." Marnie thought, collapsing back onto the bed. "I've got to go through that again?" "Okay. What to wear?" She thought, looking through the available outfits. "Oh, this thing." She thought, recognizing the bodysuit and mini-skirt outfit Sherry held up the day before. "Let's see how this works." Marnie quickly showered, applied her makeup, and slinked into the bodysuit. When she looked in the mirror, she could tell that where it stretched the most, it revealed her more, as her areolas and nipples showed through the smoke colored material. "I guess it would look a little tacky to wear a bra under this. I'll just wear this blouse over it unbuttoned." She decided. When Marnie walked into the kitchen, Sherry smiled an acknowledgement indicating that Marnie was again her formidable competition. Wilson had his head buried in the newspaper, but put it down, smiled, and replied appreciatively when Marnie said "Good morning," to him. Sherry set down plates of pancakes and bacon, pitchers of juice and coffee, and a tray of syrup, jellies, and butter. Marnie kept Wilson's eyes out of the newspaper by making a big production of reaching for things and placing them on his and her plates, giving him varying glimpses of her breasts under the open blouse as she moved. They ate breakfast and talked about their plans for the day. Wilson needed to make an appearance at several venues around the campus, but would be able to join them by 2:30-3:00. So, Sherry and Marnie vowed they would find something fun to do until then. Marnie got up and took her and Wilson's dishes to the counter by the sink. "I'll get that." Sherry implored. "No, you folks are going way out of your way to be such good hosts, I insist that I clean up after this delicious breakfast." Marnie said taking Sherry's plate and juice glass from her hands. Marnie turned on the water and started to spray the dish she was holding, when the sprayer slipped in her greasy hand and sprayed her shirt. She could hear Sherry's chair slide back in preparation to get up and take over, but Marnie headed her off insisting, "Ah, it was just an accident. I know how to work it. You just sit back and relax." She took off her dampened shirt and started to rinse the dishes, glasses, and flatware before putting them in the dishwasher. Sherry and Wilson sat and talked to Marnie as she rinsed the tableware. They delighted in watching the muscles of her feminine body work and wriggle under the bodysuit. Then they enjoyed the rear peek from behind her under the wraparound mini-skirt and the full swell of her breasts from the side as she bent at the waist and turned to place the dishes in the bottom rack of the dishwasher. Marnie felt kind of strange, putting on this little show for her hosts, but after the night before, she thought, how unusual could it really be. When Marnie was through, she picked up her blouse, held it over her shoulder with her index finger, leaned back against the counter, and faced her audience. Sherry had a smile on her face and Wilson was attentive with both his big and little heads, as evidenced by the tent in his trousers. "Okay, another day, another contest to be won." Marnie thought as she looked back at them and smiled. Wilson left to get dressed and Marnie agreed to let Sherry show her around the town. Sherry cautioned her to be as sexy as she dared, because they were likely to cross paths with Wilson at some point in the day. Based on that, Marnie picked out a mid-thigh length black skirt with a slit up the left leg almost to the waistband and a silky-shinny dark gray long-sleeved blouse that she could wear with smoke colored hose and black heels. Since she would be wearing a jacket outside, she decided to go braless for that moment she may need it. She felt overdressed when she saw that Sherry was merely wearing black heels, black tights, and a beige sweater that hugged in down to an inch or two below her butt cheeks. "Let me see you." Sherry said, pulling back the flaps of Marnie's coat. Marnie watched as Sherry shook her head with mild disappointment. "I thought you were going to go out in what you dressed in this morning. You look like you are going to a business meeting, compared to me. Are you sure you want to wear this?" "Ah, I'll go change." Marnie replied, appreciating the second chance to stay in the game. Marnie went upstairs and brooded over how to trump Sherry. She milled through the items of clothing and lingerie in the guestroom and decided upon black heels, black tights, and a loose fitting, translucent, white pullover, which she tied at her waste with a red sash. It gathered at the low neckline and had sleeves like a peasant shirt, but had loose tails below the sash that stopped right at her crotch. If you were to focus on the top, you could tell she was braless, as there were hints from the darkness of her areolas showing through. "This should do it." She said to her reflection in the mirror, as she turned posing to the right and then to the left. "Do you want to see where I go to get myself worked up for Wilson's big nights?" Sherry asked as they drove. "Sure." Marnie replied now intensely curious. * * * * * "Here, you can wear this." Julie said handing Brenda a white string bikini. Brenda took it and looked at it. "I can't wear this. It's so small and it's not lined, you can see right through it." "Where have you been? This is what we're wearing these days." Julie explained. "Oh." "Besides, it is not so bad unless you go in swimming, then it is almost like being nude. It is just enough that we can lay out on a regular beach, get an all over tan, and not get busted by the cops." Julie explained. "But it is cold out. We can't wear these outside." Brenda asserted. "Of course not. That's why we have the car wash at the 'Barn' by the road." Julie explained. "The Barn?" "Yeah," Julie said helping Brenda fit the bikini in place. "Wycleft Academy was started on property donated by a wealthy gentleman farmer named Wycleft. The Barn is a stable for horses. We have the cars drive in one end and out the other. There, you look fine. You need honey not vinegar to attract wealthy flies. Time for me to get mine on." She said donning a yellow bikini similarly constructed of the same material. "Don't worry, The Barn is heated." Brenda looked at herself in a mirror from each side concerned that more of her breasts were visible from the sides of the small rectangles of translucent material than she was comfortable with. Then she was alarmed at the view the bikini bottom gave of her shaved slit. "I don't think ..." "Not to worry. Here, put this on." Julie said, handing her a short, wraparound, terrycloth skirt, which was nothing more than a towel with a Velcro closure. They joined the rest of the squad in a studio at the Arts building. Car wash signs were already painted and squad members were attaching them to poles. All the girls were similarly dressed in see through bikinis of different colors and some with designs, and micro-mini terrycloth skirts. They each grabbed something and headed out and down a road to The Barn. Julie volunteered herself and Brenda to stand by the roadside for the first shift. Their coats kept their upper bodies warm, but did little to warm or hide their naked legs. "Geez, it's cold out here." Brenda said shivering. "You've gotta move a lot, watch me." Julie suggested. Brenda watched as Julie jumped and waved at every car that drove by. Her pale white legs were the major focus and just about every male driver slowed down, at least, to take a longer look. Brenda was sure that many turned in toward the barn that did not intend to get their cars washed that Saturday. Brenda started to jump excitedly when cars passed to get their attention and to wave them in. Her jacket felt like a silk lined cylinder that her body was pistoning up and down in, causing her unexpected sexual excitement and hardening nipples. She scissored her legs together to generate as much friction in her crotch as possible without blatantly reaching under her jacket and rubbing it. The cold air enveloping her legs and nipping at her pussy, kept her on her toes to stay warm in the rest of her body. Julie and Brenda were like frisky fillies joyfully waving in a large percentage of the few cars that came along the road for about an hour until they were spelled by another pair of girls. * * * * * "Okay, here it is." Sherry announced. "What's this?" Marnie asked confused by the cars parked at a windowless tavern. "This will be our little secret, okay?" Sherry said looking in Marnie's eyes for confirmation. "We call this place, 'The Inferno' but it's actual name is 'Suzy Q's.'" Marnie was now more curious and confused. "It has male dancers during the day and female dancers at night. It is outside of the town's jurisdiction, and the county doesn't seem to care. It makes this out-of-the-way place bearable, as far as I'm concerned. And, it keeps most of the marriages around here happening." Marnie's anticipation now peaked, "We women come during the day and get horned up for our men when they come home from work. Then the men who need to, come home late from here horned up to satisfy us." "Oh my!" Marnie replied rather flushed. "Hi Ladies." Sherry said as they sat down. "This is my friend Marnie." After introductions and a couple of drinks, "Sirius," by The Alan Parsons Project started to crescendo on the loudspeakers and some hunks pranced onto the stage. Marnie gawked at them while some of Sherry's friends were still trying to make small talk. The men walked around the edge of the stage pointing and smiling at the patrons as if they were acknowledging the regulars. The men danced individually as they disrobed for tips. Then the ensemble danced at the edges of the stage gesturing as if calling any one of the patrons up. Sherry leaned in to Marnie and explained, "This is where we usually volunteer one of us gals to go up on stage to provide the rest of us with some heated vicarious action. But, don't worry, they strictly follow the rule that no genitals directly touch the customers." Marnie nodded her understanding and then looked around to see Sherry's index finger pointing down on top of Marnie's head from behind. The next thing she realized, two mostly naked, well-muscled men stepped down and took her hands to lead her onto the stage. She found herself surrounded by rippling flesh and no escape except with a struggle. Sherry smiled at Marnie, while the audience screamed and applauded to encourage the upcoming performance. Soon hands were touching her body in sensuous caresses, driving her nearly to faint. First her sash was undone, threaded between her legs, and pulled up taught into her crotch to keep her in place. She put her arms around two strong shoulders to keep from falling, then hands snaked up under her top and tested the size, shape, and weight of her tits. Marnie fell back limply into the arms of a strong man who held her up, as the menacing sash moved her hips around while her breasts and nipples were being molested beneath her top. Marnie was in a dreamlike state as she tried to reach out and put her hands on the bulging pouches she kept seeing, but they each managed to evade her attempts. Eventually, the thonged pouches were pulled to the sides or completely off to reveal a nice array of semi-hard cocks and balls. This distracted her from the fact that her top was being pulled up and then whisked off over her head, leaving her in just heels and hose. Now, all she could think about was having one or more of those virile schlongs ravaging away her rising sexual urges. Then, the sash was pulled slowly along her crotch sending uncontrollable shivers through her body, and pulling the holder of it in front closer and seemingly more accessible as she reflexively stood up and bent forward. She reached forward for balance, or maybe to touch him, but as he let go of the sash he grabbed her outstretched hands and held them to his naked hips. The man holding the sash in back dropped it and put his hands on her hips with his fingers curled around her upper thigh pulling her back. This bent over position kept Marnie looking ahead at a now stiff cock that she could not quite touch. Hands roamed her body with special attention paid to her naked hanging breasts. Marnie was humiliated at being molested in front of an audience of strangers, and embarrassed that her sexual needs were quelling any fight she may have to correct the situation. She wanted that cock in front of her. She needed that cock in front of her. The audience be damned. The man holding her hands to his hip ground his pelvis forward, plunging his cockhead toward her face, in mock fornication teasing her cruelly, and the man behind her was mockingly humping her rear end teasing the audience mercilessly. She could not take it and looked down to avoid the image of the tempting gristle poking at her face, only to find the other strippers were doing the Limbo under her. Their stiff cocks and full balls bobbed and weaved between their outstretched knees as they approached the center of the audience from under her. The women were beside themselves with passion for the scene unfolding before them. Tits were coming out from their coverings, hands were grabbing for their cunts, and moans joined the screams and hoots for the action on stage. Marnie was sweating and breathing hard when the music died down and the male strippers stole their way backstage and out of sight. There was a generalized commotion as just about everyone in the establishment straightened their clothes and composed themselves enough to return to small talk and make a hasty exit to their own homes. "Com'on Marnie dear," Sherry directed, waving her down off the stage, "we've got fish to fry." Marnie's top was now more transparent from her perspiration than normal and clung to her in a more revealing way. Her faced was red with passion unfulfilled and she kept looking back in the hopes that one of the strippers would return and finish with her what they started. "What do you suppose those guys do with those hardons when they are off stage?" She asked. "I'm not sure, but there are stories, com'on, let's get outta here." Sherry replied. * * * * * "Take off your jacket." Julie told Brenda. "We're up now." Brenda took off her jacket and hung it on a hook at the edge of the riding ring. The Barn was a complete stable and ring used year round for those hot humid days of summer and icy cold days in the winter. The oval riding ring had gates at the two ends. Some stadium seats were located in the middle of the stalls along the long sides taking up the space of about one and a half stalls. The cars pulled into the ring from one end and drove out the other. Brenda adjusted her top as best she could and looked concerned at her hard nipples poking through the stretchy material in the nippy air. Then she approached the car Julie was standing by and noticed Julie flirting with three college guys. "Over here," she motioned, "this will be our first car." Julie doused the car with water from a hose. "Can you start with the windows." She said rhetorically. Brenda took a soapy sponge from a bucket and tried to reach across the SUV, getting her top wet in the process. The passengers of the car could not completely hide their excitement at her nipples now clearly showing through. She was not able to reach all the way, so the driver got out and offered to give her a lift. Brenda reluctantly agreed and stepped on the step he made with his knit fingers and open palms. With one arm extended across the windshield and the other across her tits, she lifted her other leg for balance in an arabesque, giving the driver a view under her terry cloth skirt worth smiling about enthusiastically to his friends. Brenda proceeded to wash all of the windows around the vehicle while Julie and another cheerleader washed the body and tires. When it was all soaped up, they stood back and watched while Julie rinsed it off. "That'll be five bucks please." Julie announced with her hand out. "What about the water spots?" the driver countered. "We advertised a 'wash' not a 'dry.'" Julie explained. "I've heard that we're supposed to ask specially for a dry." He re-asked. "That costs twenty-five bucks more." Julie said with a smile. The driver looked at his buddies and pony'd up the cash. "Okay, here, a wash and a dry." "Well gals, time to dry." Julie announced to Brenda and the other cheerleader. Then she took Brenda by surprise by pulling off her skirt and handing it to her. She and the other squad member then took off their terrycloth skirts, and started to dry off the vehicle by example to demonstrate for Brenda what they were intended for. The boys got out of their car and watched the nubile bodies work at wiping down the surface of the vehicle. With all attempts at further modesty gone, Brenda joined in the fun of teasing the boys with her body as her future teammates were attempting to do. Her shaved pussy drew the most attention however, since her cleft was identifiable through the translucent nylon where the others had nondescript dark patches. They said they were finished, but the boys kept drawing their attention to wet spots in lower reaches of the car to prolong their view the tight athletic behinds working away on the car. "Okay." Julie said. "That is your twenty-five dollars worth. Time to move on boys." "No, wait." The driver pleaded. "I hear if we pay some more, that we can see one of you Ride the Geyser." "I don't think you have enough money for that, Big Boy." Julie said seductively. "How much for that one?" He said pointing to Brenda. "Oh, she can't Ride the Geyser, she isn't even enrolled here yet." Julie stated. "Sure she can, how much?" Julie looked at Brenda who was clueless to the ramifications of what they were negotiating on her behalf. "It's two hundred bucks." Julie decided. The boys huddled and pooled every cent they had, "We only have a hundred and eighty bucks. That should be enough." He said. Julie looked at him and then at the money in his hand and acted unimpressed, but finally relented, took the money, and declared it a deal. "Okay Brenda," she said huddling with her enthusiastically, "are you one of us?" Brenda nodded. "Good. Then for the sake of the squad and the value of washing thirty-six cars, we need you to Ride the Geyser." "Do what?" "Ride the Geyser. You'll like it, really." Julie said. "You climb up on a couple of ladders and the rest you sit back and enjoy. Brenda blushed, but did not know why. She wanted into this special school and wanted to get along with everyone on the squad, so against her gut feeling, she agreed. Julie distracted her with unrelated talk while two stepladders were set up next to the car and hoses reconfigured to reach from the other two stations. Then when the other two cars were finished and the gates shut behind their exit, Brenda approached one of the ladders and was then told to climb to the top. She was mortified when she learned she was to straddle the parallel two-by-fours C-clamped to the tops. Now she was too committed to back down, money had changed hands, the other bikini-clad cheerleaders had gathered and the Car Wash had come to a halt for the moment. Two girls stood on the bottom rungs of the two ladders as the three boys each garnered a hose. Two ran tepid water from utility sinks from either side of the barn and the other ran cold tap water from a regular spigot. "Okay Brenda," Julie coached her, "hold on tight." "Oh god." Brenda muttered and griped the boards in front of her, now less concerned about her pussy stretched open by sitting as she was on the boards than from the possibility of falling. "Okay, now you know you have to stop the first time she cums after she surrenders her top." Julie reminded the three. "Okay, ready, go." The three nozzles opened and they aimed them immediately at Brenda's snatch. Brenda lost her breath upon the impact, as it shocked her as much as it hurt. The squad-mates had to hide their giggles at the enthusiastic way the boys were aiming the jets at Brenda's pussy. However, they ended up grabbing the nozzles from them when it was apparent that the streams were too strong to accomplish a goal of making her squirm with pleasure. When the boys were finished with the on-the-job training from the cheerleaders, they worked at getting the more desirable reaction from Brenda. At first, she wanted to escape the humiliation, the embarrassment, and the discomfort of the water streams, but eventually she transitioned into wanting the relief the water torture could potentially provide her. The driver of the SUV, who had the cold-water hose, tried to regulate Brenda's response while also trying to tease her into to shifting positions from grabbing the boards in front of her to grabbing them from behind her. He accomplished this by shooting the stream up at her breasts and at her face, but returned to her sensitive clitoris when she was leaning back in all her glory. When Brenda was about to cum, she shifted back to the front grabbing position and tried protecting her pussy with one hand. The driver went back to work on her tits and face with the cold water until she relented. It was obvious she was close to cumming by most of those who were in tune with her, including the driver, who tried to distract her by hitting the bottoms of her feet with the cold-water stream. Eventually, no amount of distraction could prevent a screaming, foot-flailing, tit-shaking orgasm from occurring. For a moment, Brenda was oblivious to the streams still hitting her and giving her mini aftergasms. Soon it got to the point that she could take no more and pleaded with her last ounce of energy for them to stop hitting her with the water. "Lose the top." Julie called to her. "Please, please, I can't take any more of this." Brenda pleaded. "Lose the top." The girls started to scream. "Lose the top!" Brenda was at the point of surrender, so she pulled the top up over her head, tossed it, and held back on so she wouldn't fall in her weakened state. The driver cooled her pussy off with a gentle cool stream of water. It gave Brenda a chance to catch her breath and realize that she was in an elevated position, topless and her pussy exposed to all through the transparent material of her bikini bottom. Humiliation and embarrassment overwhelmed her. Her weakened state made it impossible to work herself off the boards, even if she tried, and just when she thought the worst was over, the tepid streams started up again. "No! No!" She implored them until they all discovered the effect that jumping on the hoses had on her reluctance. The pulsing sprays were something she did not anticipate. Her instinct was to try to push herself up away from the unbearably delicious sensations, but did not have the leverage or the strength to do so and only jiggled her breasts lewdly rewarding her onlookers for their efforts. Again, the driver drove her to support herself from behind, only now, her nipples were free to stiffen to their maximum length atop her large free firm breasts. "Oh God!" She called out to the ceiling. "This is too much ...I can't ...Oh god ...No ... Oh god no ..." The boys started to spray her feet. She tried to avoid the intense tickling her soles were getting. Then they all switched back to hosing her snatch and everybody joined in to stomp and jump on the hoses driving Brenda insane with sexual abandon. "Oh God... Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop ...OooooooEeeeeeeOooooooAhhh...Oh God stop, no more. Please no more." Then she lay completely back with nothing but her calves and armpits hooked around the boards to keep her from falling while the cheerleaders tried to wrestle the hoses from the boys who wanted the geyser ride to go on forever. "Time's up, Boys," "Awww..." They whined. "Maybe we'll see you all again sometime." Julie offered. "Here, help me get her down." * * * * * "Hey, Big Boy." Sherry said stroking Wilson's chin with her index finger. "When can you blow this joint and come home to Mama. I've got a treat for you." She said and opened her jacket so just he alone could see her outfit. Not wanting to be outdone, Marnie opened hers too. Wilson's eyes bugged out at the two ladies hot and ready to trot. Their horniness wafted up and grabbed his nostrils like a couple of hooks to pull him from his duties. "Okay. Okay." He said, pulling their jackets closed before someone saw what they were doing. "Have you two been drinking?" They nodded with smiles. "I've got to catch up. That's it, I am outta here." When they arrived at the house, Marnie excused herself to go upstairs and change. "The heck with losing this contest on purpose." She thought. "I'm going to get some Wilson cock tonight." Remembering the maid's costume in the back of the closet, Marnie pulled it out and put it on the bed. Then she rummaged around and decided on some chaps style pantyhose. "This will get him wanting extra pussy tonight." She thought to herself as she looked at the outfit held up in front of her. To the suspender hose, she added heels. The Maid's outfit consisted of two basic pieces, a black satin skirt trimmed with white lace, and a bib-style top with a pleated formal looking white bib outlined in black satin. It was also trimmed in white lace, and it fastened to her neck by a collar with two buttons in back and two spaghetti ties at her lower back. The edges ran down her sides just behind her breasts leaving her back completely bare. The outfit was garnished by two white cuffs, a pair of black satin panties, and a French maid's tiara style cap. She examined different postures in the mirror and concluded that she was loaded for bear the way the outfit showed off her well-toned legs and begged a peak at the braless tits behind the bib. With the white trimmed black satin panties being part of the costume, the flared skit was so short it showed the bared patches between the top of the hose and the panty fringe. As a final touch, she stuck a white feather duster down the back of the costume that had hung with it in the closet and entered the living room, where Wilson and Sherry were smooching on the couch. "Can I get either of you anything from the bar?" She offered. Wilson and Sherry looked up at her shocked and pleased with her forwardness and creativity. "Why, yes, I'd like Bourbon on the Rocks and Mrs. Trainer will take a Scotch, right Honey?" Marnie found her way around the bar and prepared the drinks while Wilson watched and Sherry talked on the phone. After she served them she asked, "Will there be anything else, Sir?" "Those books look like they need dusting, especially the ones on the bottom shelf." Wilson said, tongue in cheek. "Right away, Sir." Marnie complied and bent straight-legged to dust them across the room from her hosts. She enjoyed showing him her charms as much as the tent in his trousers revealed he was enjoying her show. When she finished her calls, Sherry joined in the fun and pointed out other things she wanted Marnie to reach for, over and behind furniture. Then the doorbell interrupted the moment. "Would you please answer that?" Sherry asked. "But I ..." Marnie balked, "Yes Ma'am." She finally conceded. Marnie hid behind the door as she opened it to find a couple standing there eager to come in. "Ah. a John and Liz are here to see you." Marnie announced to the Trainers. "Oh yes, show them in." Sherry directed, staying in character. "This way please." Marnie said leading in the unexpected guests. "What well mannered help you have now." Liz said, giving Wilson and Sherry a greeting hug. "Yes indeed. We are lucky to have her." Sherry said smiling at Marnie. "Will your guests be staying for cocktails?" Marnie asked, hoping the answer would be "no." Just then, the doorbell rang again. "Could you get that please? I'll get the drink orders." Sherry directed. Marnie's expectations for the evening were shaken further when she answered the door to find another couple expecting to come in. "Ah, oh, come this way, I think." Marnie said. "Ma'am, a Steve and Lucy are here to see you." Marnie told Sherry, with a touch of annoyance in her tone. Sherry greeted them with hugs and the hugs continued around as a party was starting to form. Marnie dutifully took the drink orders and passed them around wishing the skirt were a bit longer. Then she met Sherry in the kitchen where she was throwing cheese, crackers, chips and dip together for quick appetizers. "What is going on here?" She asked. "When I saw you playing the role of maidservant, I just had to make a party of it. You're doing great. Wilson is loving the way you are dressed and the way you are acting the part so well." Sherry explained. "This will be a night to remember." "Well, if you really ..." "Thank you so much for bringing our little agreement to this level." Sherry said patting Marnie's forearm. With Sherry being so friendly and forward, Marnie decided to disclose, "Do you think ...?" Then she looked down at her fiddling fingers. "What is it? You can tell me, you can ask me anything." Sherry said in a caring way. "Ah, I really need to have some of ... well you know. Maybe Wilson could ... Would you mind sharing Wilson tonight?" Marnie asked embarrassed. "You really need it bad, hungh." Sherry said grazing her hands up and down Marnie's upper arms to show she was in tune with Marnie's sexual frustration. Marnie was so relieved that at least Sherry understood and did not summarily shoot her down. "Oh yeah, after The Inferno, god, I need to have one in me, I need to be filled up so bad. I don't think a good frigging like last night would even do it." Marnie gushed before she knew what she was saying to her host in such an uninhibited way. Then she blushed red with embarrassment at having made the uncensored admission. "Don't worry, you cooperate with me and I'll personally see that you get what you are asking for." Sherry assured her. "Now, let's go out there and give our guests what They want. Marnie was constantly on the move serving the appetizers and refilling the drinks. Serving became more like an obstacle course though, as the guests loosened up and teased her with temporarily blocking her progress or groping her legs and the exposed portions of her butt. Eventually, she was standing before John and asked him and Liz if they wanted anything more. John looked at Liz and then back at Marnie, "Yeah, I'd like to have those panties." He said with a hopeful laugh. Liz playfully slugged him in the arm and they both looked up at Marnie and waited for her response. Marnie looked at Sherry; Sherry nodded and smiled; She looked at Wilson, and he moved forward to the edge of his seat. "Oh god." She thought. "What have I gotten myself into?" Then figuring that Wilson had already seen her in the all together, she turned facing away from him, put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and bent forward as she lowered them to the ground and stepped out. She tossed them to John, who caught them and sniffed them deeply as if he was savoring an expensive wine. Looking closely at what his request revealed, John suggested, "Honey, you should shave like that. It is incredibly sexy." and then Liz took the panties from him in a huff and pulled them down over his head. Marnie now knew that with suspender hose, she was in effect bottomless. The short flared skirt showed her lower butt cheeks, so she planned to tug on the front, keep her legs together, and avoid any bending. She worked her way around again for drinks, but when she got to Lucy, and asked her if she wanted anything else. Lucy, who was drunk, said jealously, "Yes, I'd like to see what you have that pushes that top out so much. Okay?" Then stood up, walked behind Marnie, and unbuttoned the collar before Marnie could put down her tray. Then as Marnie tried to scoop the falling bib back up in place, Lucy untied the laces at the bottom and whisked the whole top away. Marnie put the tray up against her naked breasts and a hand down to her pubic mound aghast at being suddenly topless as well as effectively bottomless before these strangers. Her humiliation had her frozen like a deer in headlights, huddling her most private and sensual parts in a losing battle at modesty. Liz moved beside her and tried to loosen her up by telling her that she was beautiful and had nothing to be ashamed of from others looking at her body while gently tugging on a forearm. "You know," she whispered, "I was at The Inferno today. Com'on, don't be shy now." Marnie let her arm down and instead held the tray across her pubic area while allowing the guests to get their fill of her fine breasts for a woman her age. They marveled at their natural size and relative defiance of gravity, considering her having had a child. Lucy looked even more annoyed when she saw how magnificent they were, and from the way her husband and the others were appreciating them. "Here Marnie, would you pass this?" Sherry asked, handing Marnie the tray with a cheese block and crackers. Marnie's hands were now of little use when the guests dared to touch and grope her nipples and tits. Her head felt feverish and her pussy was on fire. Sherry noticed from the glistening between Marnie's upper thighs when she bent forward to serve the guests that she was lubricated and overflowing. When she got back around to John, he tried to make it look as if Marnie was the cause of his drink spilling into his lap as Liz tried to cut him some cheese. "Oh jeez, you're gonna have to help me clean this up." "Oh, I'm sorry." Marnie exclaimed. John pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees and sat back. "Here." The drunk John said, still caught in the trap of the scent from Marnie's panties on his head. "Start here." Marnie just stared flabbergasted at his erect cock waiting for her to clean it. "Finally," she thought, "a cock I get to play with." Wilson and Steve congratulated their buddy for his unabashed boldness, while the women tried to hide their smirks of surprise and glee behind a hand or sucked in lips. Marnie looked at Sherry who was seemingly indicating that it was okay to go ahead, if Marnie wanted to, so Marnie bent down, put her hands on either side of John's hips and placed her mouth on his ready gristle. Grateful that Marnie was doing the work that she, Liz, did not particularly enjoy doing, Liz let Marnie go at it with no interference on her part. Lucy was feeling better about things now seeing the slutty side of Marnie and gave Steve the go ahead to get in on it if he wanted to. Steve pulled his pants down and sat with his erection pulsing in anticipation of Marnie doing to him what she was doing to John. Everyone's attention shifted back and forth from Marnie's lips and hanging breasts to John's sexual response from the oral pleasure she was giving him. Everyone but John and Marnie watched in awe as Sherry moved up slowly behind Marnie with the oddest and biggest dildo they had ever seen. It had a slight curve and a normal sized corona, but it grew steeply in girth as it went back to a handgrip behind a large knot. As she drew closer, they could make out the pebbled surface covering it that resembled goose bumps. As she touched it to Marnie's nether lips, Marnie melted with a groan in John's lap. Sherry started easing it in and out slowly, adding a centimeter of depth every so often. Liz watched John carefully. When he was too close to cumming for her comfort, she raised her hand up to signal that Marnie should stop. Sherry plunged the dildo in suddenly, distracting her and turned it so Marnie would be forced to move in Steve's direction, and then she pushed Marnie forward with it toward Steve. It was clear to Marnie what she should do so she bent at the waist and worked her oral magic on Steve's responsive dickhead. Sherry worked at getting Marnie to a point and keeping her there while Steve was in ecstasy. Lucy amused herself by feeling the breasts she was envying and tweaking the slut's nipples to remind her who was better. Finally, she looked at Steve and realized that he might be past the point of no return and urgently called out to Sherry waving her hand, "have her stop! Have her stop!" Sherry pushed in the dildo and tilted it up to have Marnie arise from Steven's cock. She kept up the motion for Marnie who was now supporting herself with her hands on her knees, sticking her pussy back for Sherry's easy access. It did not matter to Marnie that she was displaying a posture that was absurdly lewd; she wanted the relief Sherry could give her. "Wait, before you go, let's get a picture to remember the moment." Wilson requested. John and Steven stood on either side of Marnie with their pants down to mid-thigh and Liz and Lucy on the outside of them. "Grab their cocks, Dear," Sherry insisted with the movement of the dildo, "and smile." FLASH John and Steven each grabbed a breast and held a nipple between their thumb and index fingers. FLASH Then Sherry swung the dildo down through Marnie's legs and crouched down in front, causing Marnie to lean back into John and Steven's arms while Sherry worked it in and out from the front. She squeezed their cocks as they each sucked on a nipple. FLASH "Oh god Eddie, you're too big!" Marnie exclaimed when Sherry almost had the monster cock in her up to the knot. Then Sherry stopped, leaving the dildo stuck in the frantic Marnie while she said goodbye to her guests. When she came back, Marnie was almost ready to collapse. She picked the fallen dildo up from the floor, much to Marnie's relief and said, "You said you were interested in having some of Wilson's cock, well here it is." Wilson had his pants and shorts all the way off sitting with a big smile on his face. Marnie mechanically slid her mouth up and down his cock. She was only interested in finishing herself off, but managed to get Wilson hot and bothered nevertheless. "That's good." She said. "Now we'll let 'Eddie' as you called it, fill you up." Sherry shoved it in to the hilt. "Oh god, Eddie, you're too big! Ooooo." Marnie pleaded, and fell forward hugging Wilson's head tightly for balance. Wilson decided to have fun playing with her hanging udders and in particular, pinching, pulling, and tweaking her engorged nipples. Meanwhile, Sherry played with varying the depth and pace of the strokes to prolong their fun with Marnie for as long as possible. Finally, she misjudged a stroke and Marnie screamed into orgasm and nearly choked Wilson while Wilson put a death pinch on her nipples. Since Sherry could not control the time of the orgasm in the end, she went for giving Marnie as many as she could, until Marnie could take no more and collapsed on the couch next to Wilson. She passed out shortly after, still holding his cock. * * * * * "Can you handle any more fun today?" Julie asked Brenda back at the dorm. "Maybe after a quick nap." Brenda said sleepily. "Okay, I'll check back with you later." Julie said. Brenda fell asleep immediately in a fetal position with her hands over her pussy. "Okay Sleepy Head, time to get ready for the party." "Party?" Brenda said trying to rub the sleepiness from he eyes. "Yeah, com'on." Julie said. "Here, wear this." "Where are we?" Brenda asked as they pulled into the driveway of a very large house. "This is the home of one of the day students that goes to Woodland Academy. Isn't it nice?" Julie explained. "Wow, Woodland must have a lot of rich kids going there." Brenda remarked impressed with what she saw. "You could do worse than a Woodland grad, for sure." Julie confirmed. When they entered, the size and style of the place took them. "Can I take your coats girls?" A smiling boy offered. They mingled and the boys attended to them royally as the boys outnumbered the girls two to one. "Avoid the punch." Julie warned Brenda. "It's spiked." Eventually, all ears were on the conversation between a boy named Russ and the captain of the cheerleaders named Diane. It was heating up in a flirtatious way and it was clear that Russ was speaking for the guys and Diane for the girls. "Okay, we'll get naked, but there have to be rules and you guys have to get naked first." She said. Some of the boys huddled and discussed what they would do. "Okay," Russ said, "we'll take off our clothes at the same time you do, shirt for shirt, underwear for underwear." "No deal." Diane said. "If you want to see us naked, we'll only let those of you see us that are willing to have your clothes off, your cocks in your hands, and stroking them like you appreciate what we are doing for you." The boys and most of the girls huddled separately. Diane was having trouble getting support from her schoolmates, so she explained. "Com'on, you know you like to show it off, you all do, look at the way you are all dressed." "But not the whole thing?" One complained. "It's too embarrassing to show everything to those weinerheads." "They might attack us." Another said concerned. "Don't worry about that. Leave that all to me. I just need you to follow my lead and we are going to have fun with these Woodland pricks. Trust me." Diane asserted. "Not everyone is willing to get their cocks out unless we get a preview." The Russ announced. "Here." Diane said, pulling his head into her cleavage and mashing it around. Then she dramatically let him up for air and declared, "You'll just have to trust us boys. Besides you all have nothing we haven't all seen before." The boys huddled again while Diane just smiled back at her group. "Okay," Russ said, "we'll do it, but you have to make a show of it. You just can't just take off your clothes and then put them right back on." He said proudly, thinking they had thought of the one last loophole. "Oh, we'll make a show of it, but we make the rules." Diane reasserted. "We'll only show our stuff to those of you who have your clothes off and are working your things like you appreciate the show. If you stop, then we get dressed. Do you understand?" The boys nodded with smiles of anticipation. "If one of you stops," She said for clarification, "then we all get dressed." The boys looked at each other to warn each other that anyone who would screw it up for the rest would get it. Russ nodded the group's assent. "Now, they have to stay hard." Diane said looking right at Russ' crotch, "or the show's over remember." "But you are going to put on a Show for us right?" Russ said to get confirmation. "Oh, you'll like the show alright." Diane confirmed. "Where should we do it?" Everyone looked around. "How about in there? We can close the door on anyone who doesn't want to play by the rules." They agreed to the large study off of the receiving room. "Now you boys go in there and throw out your clothes." "Throw out our clothes?!" One boy said. "That is how we are going to know that you followed the rules and it is time for us to come in and start your show." Diane said. Most of the boys filed in, some excited, some grumbling. The ones that didn't go in were too embarrassed to look at the girls in the eyes and eventually moved to another room to rationalize their cowardice. Eventually Diane knocked on the door. "You boys ready yet?" Then the door opened and clothes came flying out in bundles. When the clothes stopped, the giggly girls huddled close as they padded into the room. Their eyes widened as everywhere they looked, they saw red-faced boys with their cocks in their hands pumping away just as Diane had required them to do. "Good for you, Boys. Now you get a show." Then she started to take off her vest in a dance to silent music. "Can anyone put on some tunes?" One boy left the room covering his genitals with his hand as he ran in search of some appropriate music. Music was piped in before he returned. As he reentered the door, some of the boys outside, who were unwilling to abide by the rules, tried to crane their necks to see some female flesh inside, but were disappointed to see only their compadres naked. With music giving them the incentive to dance and with Diane leading the way, one step ahead of them, the girls started to do what they thought would be a sexy dance and striptease. The boys were getting more and more excited as the clothes were slowly coming off. With half of the girls down to just their bras on top, a shriek rang out and everyone looked at the clothed boys that they saw looking in through the windows. The girls covered their upper bodies with their arms and some of the naked boys scrambled with bobbing hardons to close the curtains. "Okay." One of the boys said, "keep going." "Okay, but keep stroking." Diane reminded. They continued to dance, with Diane the first to tease them with flashes of her panties while pretending to take off her skirt. Just then, the door flew open and a naked boy ran in to join his buddies. Diane laughed and the other girls giggled at the sight and continued the teasing. Diane was down to just her bra and panties when Brenda, Julie, and the others were teasing their audiences as Diane had done with hers just before. Diane zeroed in on the boy most likely to spill seed and approached him in a seductive manner. The precum drop holding precariously to the top of his corona was her best clue. She fondled her breasts through her bra and straddled his knee while he pumped furiously away. "Do you want a peek?" She asked him. He nodded his head affirmatively like his life depended on it. "Watch where you point this gun." She said putting her index finger on the eye of his serpent. It was all he could handle. He bucked up and shot his pearl jam all over her finger and hand. It was humiliating for him to cum in front of his classmates and embarrassing to let it go before he could get a close look at all the goodies promised him. Things momentarily died down as all eyes were on him and his attempts to restore his flaccid penis to the qualifying stiffness. Diane kept the girls from dancing until the boys, policing their own, threw the unfortunate out of the room. When the dancing resumed, the girls watched as Diane zeroed in on her next target. The other girls individually got the idea and picked out their own pigeons to knock off. Brenda's first guy was easy. This was her element. She liked to tease boys. By the time she let him remove her miniskirt, all she had to do was to grab a feel of his balls and curiously stroke the underside of his shaft and he was shooting all over himself. Julie's guy was getting wise to it, watching his buddies thrown out the door one-by-one like spent soldiers. She grew frustrated that he wasn't putting in enough effort on his shaft, so she warned him, "Either you get to work on it like you appreciate what I'm doing for you, or I'll take matters into my own hands." He wanted to be around for the brass ring, so he continued to mini-max his efforts and pace his sexual responses. Julie ended up grabbing his cock and pumping it herself. He resigned himself to the magic of the moment and sat back to enjoy it. He let his now unoccupied hand wander up and down the back of her leg and venture under the leg hole of her panties, that is, until he was just about to cum and she stopped. "Hey! What's the idea?" He complained. She was now standing in front of him, arms akimbo, and proud of her work. Moments later he cursed, "Damn you," and put his own hand back to work on obtaining his relief and took himself over the edge, cumming in several spurts landing at her feet. And so the evening went on in the study, one Woodland boy after another left the private party, and only Diane was in the end topless. She was the biggest exhibitionist of them all anyway. As soon as the girls outnumbered the boys, all it took were their hands on the young boy bodies to knock each of them out of the game. On the way back to the dorm, Brenda thought to herself, "I wonder if they'll let me see the Treasure Chest again tonight?" * * * * * Marnie stirred from a deep sleep to the warm breath and lips of Sherry touching her between her legs. She looked up at Sherry's hairy snatch over her head. "Wha...?" She said trying to sit up. Sherry hugged her head down on Marnie's pussy then raised up and said, "I just wanted to thank you for being such a good sport and playing the game so well." "You really don't need to ..." Marnie sleepily tried to explain." "No, I want to show you how grateful we are for the last two glorious nights." Sherry continued and then started to lap at Marnie's nether area like a dog. Marnie discovered how sore she was down there and began to welcome the soothing affection. She was conflicted though, about allowing her host, a woman, to lick her there. While Sherry's tongue began to dig in and find the more localized erogenous parts of her pussy, Marnie lay back and stared up at the waiting hairy patch above her, contemplating whether she was willing to let the pleasurable attention go ahead, or call it off. When she finally decided that it felt too good to give up, she reached up and parted the curly hairs to see the glistening pink flower budding out. Sherry moaned into Marnie's snatch, and Marnie liked the feeling, so she stroked Sherry's petals to get her to moan some more. "Oh god yes!" Sherry said looking back at Marnie momentarily and then mouthing Marnie's cunt more aggressively. Now Marnie felt in charge and propped herself up to kiss Sherry the way she was being kissed by Sherry. "Oh yes, taste Wilson, taste me, you're fantastic." Sherry exclaimed, hugging her body down onto Marnie's. Marnie merely needed to hold herself up by wrapping her arms around Sherry's lower back to lick and suck on Sherry's parts as aggressively as Sherry was doing to her. As it turned out, Sherry came first, straightening her legs back and grinding her face gratefully into Marnie's cunt. It was all Marnie needed from Sherry to have her own relieving orgasm. "Thank you." Was all Sherry said, as she slid off to Marnie's side and fell asleep using Marnie's inner upper thigh as her pillow, her arm resting limply across Marnie's lower belly and her leg slung across Marnie's stomach under her breasts. "I sure hope Brenda likes this school." Marnie thought as she drifted off to sleep. For the rest of the story go here: /~spunknwagnels