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.

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