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"Pussy Power: Confessions of a Teenaged Girl Exhibitionist"
(f/mmmm+,exhib, voy, f-solo, m-mast, circle jerk, oral, mild
pedo;facial)

by Schulzie

My name is Donna. I'm 17 years old. I'm very pretty and I don't mind
telling you that. I also have a great body, and I don't mind telling you
that, either. I am 5 feet, 4 inches tall, have dark brown hair and dark
brown eyes, and my measurements are 34-24-34. I'm still a virgin,
but I have a lot of fun. I am an exhibitionist.

That's right, I am an exhibitionist. I love to show off my body. Every
chance I get, I like to let other people see my body. Am I being clear?
I'm not just talking about walking around the beach in a skimpy little
bikini. Oh, I like doing that, too. But what I really enjoy is showing my
totally nude body off. And not just to boys. I get really excited when
older men look at my nakedness. I don't care how old they are: 20's,
30's 40's; hell, I've even let little old men see me without my clothes
on. And I know they like looking at me. Like I said, I have a great
body.

And to be perfectly honest with you, I even like to show off to other
females, too. Girls my age and older; I don't care. Sometimes my
reason for displaying my body to women is a bit different that it is for
men. I love to turn men on. I love it when I can make them desire me,
to lust for me, to want me. Mostly though, with women, I want them
to envy me. I want them to see my perfect little teenaged body and
wish it was theirs. I am so bitchy, aren't I? I don't care. I can afford
to be.

Secretly though, there are times when I want girls to desire me, too.
No, I haven't fooled around yet with any girls, but I've been thinking
about it. I guess I'm what you would call "bi-curious" about girls.

In my short life time, I've discovered an age-old secret. Lots of girls
know this secret. Some girls learn it early in life, others learn in later
in life. Sadly, some girls never learn it; while some girls learn it, but
never use it. The secret is very simple. We women have the power to
change the world. We have the power to make men do our bidding. We
can make men our slaves, to do with them as we please. We can make
men start wars for us and we can bring about world peace, if we
wanted to. I heard that there was even a king who gave up his throne
because of the power a woman used on him. That's power! Or we can
just use the power to to satisfy our own selfish needs. That power
lies right between our legs. I call it pussy power.

You might think I'm talking about fucking around; letting men get
their dicks inside our pussies, and unloading inside us. No, no, that's
not the answer. Guys won't do anything after they've had some pussy
except roll over and go to sleep. You've got to use the power before
they get any of that precious commodity. You've got to let them know
it's there. You've got to let them see it. You've got to let them know
that they MIGHT get some. Guys will do practically anything if they
think they'll get some. And they need to be reminded all the time. The
best reminder is to let them see what you've got for them. That's why
I love showing my pussy off.

You're probably wondering what led me to this young life of
exhibitionism. Well, it wasn't just one thing; it was a whole series of
events in my life. They say that we young people are very
impressionable. I think that's true. I know there were some things
that made a very strong impression on me. And that's why today I
love flashing my beautiful body.

Maybe I should start somewhere near the beginning, when I was a
real little girl, to explain how I became an exhibitionist.

My Pre-School Years:

I had a pretty good childhood. My parents, unlike a lot of my friends'
parents, seemed to get along just fine. They had their fights from
time to time, but they always made up. As a matter of fact, one time
their making up was the basis of one of my earliest memories.
Mommy and Daddy were arguing and hollering about something and...

	"Damn it, Beth," my Daddy said, "we can't afford it right now."

	"Where the hell does all the money go?" replied Mommy.

That was the way a lot of their arguments went. Always about money.
But after awhile, they always got happy again, the yelling would stop,
and for some reason, they always went to the bedroom. I never paid
much attention to their trips to the bedroom. They'd usually put the
cartoons on television and I'd be content to sit and watch Bugs Bunny
or The Flintstones.

But one time after they had a fight, they headed for the bedroom, and
I followed them. They left the door open a crack, just enough for me
to peek in. Daddy was sitting on the bed, Mommy was standing in
front of him...

	"Strip for me, baby," Daddy would say to Mommy. "You know
	 how I love to watch you take your clothes off."

And that's exactly what Mommy did. She stood there in front of Daddy
and took her clothes off, one piece at a time, very slowly. She took
off her blouse, and then her bra came off...

	"Do you like these, Kenny?" Mommy said, holding her boobies up
	for Daddy to look at.

Daddy never said anything. He just started kissing Mommy's boobies,
especially her nipples, and made a "Mmmmmmm" sound. I guess
Daddy loved to kiss Mommy's naked breasts.

By the time Mommy had taken all of her clothes off, Daddy was really
happy. He had a big smile on his face, and he was kissing Mommy all
over, even on her hairy cunny.

	"Mmmmmmm," was all Daddy ever seemed to say when he
	would kiss Mommy's naked body.

Mommy seemed to like it, too, when Daddy kissed her cunny.
	
	"Oh, yes, Kenny. Kiss it. Kiss my pussy," Mommy said to Daddy.

I didn't get to see what happened after that. Daddy looked up and
saw me peeping through the crack in the door, and whisked me away
to the living room. All I knew was Daddy liked Mommy a whole lot
when he looked at her naked body. I found out later that Mommy
could always make Daddy happy when she got naked, but it would be
years before I found out why.
 
Not only did Mommy make Daddy happy when she was naked, so did I.
Oh, that sounds terrible. I don't mean it to sound nasty. It's just that
Daddy always gave me my bath in the evening. Every night, before my
bedtime, Daddy would carry me to the bathroom and run my bath
water. As the tub was filling up, Daddy would take my clothes off. He
always smiled at me when he undressed me. He'd put his lips up
against my tummy and make that "raspberry" sound. I'd giggle and
then he'd laugh. By the time I was naked, Daddy always seemed the
happiest. I guess Daddy liked to see Mommy and I naked. That's when
he was always smiling.

And when I was in the tub, Daddy would always clean me. He called
me his "little naked bathing beauty" as he washed me all over, even
my little cunny. I'd get a tingly feeling there when Daddy rubbed it
with the warm, soapy wash cloth. I guess that's why today I like to
show off my naked body so much. It never fails to make men smile,
and it still gives my pussy a tingly feeling when men look at me.

When I got older, I found out I could still make Daddy happy with my
nude body, but more on that later.

Playing Doctor:

I guess every child plays some sort of "I'll show you mine if you show
me yours" game when they're little. I know I did. It was with little
Bobby Clark next door. Bobby had gotten a "doctor's kit" for his 5th
birthday, and he brought it with him one day when he and his Mom
was visiting us. While our mothers were in the kitchen talking, Bobby
and I played in the basement...

	"Wanna play Doctor'?" Bobby asked me.

	"Yeah," I said.

	"Okay, you be the sick person and I'll be the doctor," he told me.
	"You lay down on the sofa and I'll check you."

Well, I guess I don't have to tell you all the details. You can probably
guess how it went. Bobby used his play thermometer to take my
temperature. Then he looked in my eyes and ears with another play
instrument. Being a patient was pretty boring until Bobby said he had
to give me a shot on my butt..

	"Roll over and pull down your pants," Dr. Bobby instructed me.

I was more than happy to oblige. Showing Bobby my butt was like
getting naked, and getting naked meant making people happy, like
when Mommy made Daddy happy. So, I rolled over and yanked my
pants and panties down as I did. I laid down on the sofa, and Bobby
proceeded to use the play needle on my rear end. I liked the way
Bobby's hand felt on my butt, and I really liked the fact that he could
see it, naked, in front of him. He seemed to like it, too. He rubbed my
little butt cheeks with his hands.

	"Now lay on your back. I have to give you a shot in front, too, so
	both sides won't be sick," Bobby explained.

That made sense to me. Shots in your butt only kept your backside
healthy. So I rolled over on my back, but my pants and undies were
bunched up in front near my little cunny.

	"Your pants are in the way, Donna," Bobby complained.

So, I pulled my pants and panties down below my knees to give Bobby
access to the front of me. Bobby seemed very curious about my
cunny. He looked at it, then he touched it with his finger. Ooooh, that
felt good. I could feel that little tingly feeling there when he touched
it. Bobby tried to open my little pussy lips up to get a better look, but
he could only spread them a little bit. It felt so good with all of his
fingers touching my cunny, and I liked the way he smiled when he
looked up inside my little hole.

	"Okay, I'm going to give you a shot now," Bobby said, as he put
	the make-believe needle against my tiny pussy. I shivered when
	he put the cold plastic toy against my young vulva. It felt good,
	but not quite as good as when he looked at it and touched it
	with his fingers.

Bobby gave me some candy medicine to take. Then we decided it was
my turn to be the doctor while he was the patient. It started off the
same way his "examination" of me did. I checked all his "vital signs"
and his eyes and his ears. But I was in a hurry to see Bobby's cunny. I
didn't even want to see his butt.

	"I'm going to give you your front shot first," I told him, "so pull
	down your pants."

Well, that's exactly what Bobby did. He pulled down his pants and his
underwear. But when he did, I got quite a surprise. Bobby didn't have
a cunny like I did. He had...things! Funny looking things where his
cunny should be. One of his things looked like a worm with a head.
Underneath the worm-thing was a little bag. This was interesting. He
was different from me. I touched the little worm-thing with my
finger. It was soft and squishy. Bobby giggled when I did that, so I
decided to squeeze it. He giggled again. This was fun. I kept squeezing
it and he kept giggling. Then it wasn't so soft and squishy anymore. It
felt stiff. It didn't get any longer, but it felt hard. Bobby stopped
giggling, but he got this big smile on his face. I guess there's just
something about being naked in front of someone else that makes
people smile, I thought.

	"Your wormy looks sore," I told Bobby, "I'll have to give it a
	shot."

So I took the play needle and put it in the hole at the end of his
wormy. I knew that would make it all better. I was just about to
check out that little bag underneath his wormy, when I heard his
mother call down from the basement door, "Bobby, we have to go
now."

Bobby pulled his pants up real fast, and ran upstairs. We never did
play "Doctor" again, but I never forgot how much fun it was to show
Bobby my cunny, and how much I liked looking at his wormy. Being
naked was fun.


My Early School Years:

My parents sent me to a traditional Catholic school when I was little,
but not because we were Catholic. We weren't. Mommy and Daddy felt
I would get a superior education in a more strict environment. So, of
course, I had to wear a dumb uniform. White blouse, navy blue jumper
and patent leather shoes. I hated that uniform at first. I was so used
to wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and I still did when I got home in the
afternoons. But I discovered that the jumpers were good for a couple
of things. First of all, they were really good on hot days. It felt so nice
to have whatever breeze there might be go up my jumper and blow
across my panty-clad cunny. I liked that a lot. But I also discovered as
I progressed through the lower grades that some boys liked to look
up my jumper.

At first, I didn't understand. That is, until one of the nuns explained it
to us in a vague sort of way...

	"Girls, it is very important," said Sister Mary Angelica, "that you
	be careful around the boys during recess. If you see any of them
	staring at your shoes, you be sure to tell me right away."

	"Why, Sister?" I asked.

	"Because I said so, that's why!" Sister replied sharply.

I thought that was rather strange. What was so wrong about boys
looking at out shoes? When I got home, I told my mother what Sister
Mary Angelica said.

	"Mom, why shouldn't the boys look at our shoes?"

	Mom explained. "Donna. I think Sister believes that if a boy
	looks down at your shiny shoes, he'll be able to look up your
	jumper."

	"Oh," was all I said.

First of all, the boys were already trying to look up my jumper. They
didn't need to look at my shoes to do that. Lots of times in class, boys
that sat in front of me would drop their pencils. I began to notice that
happening a lot. And everytime they did, it was obvious they were
trying to peek up my jumper. Lots of times I would help them. I would
pull my jumper up high and open my legs a little. And then they could
look right up there.

What was wrong with that? After all, they were just trying to look at
my body. Doesn't it make people happy to look at other people's
bodies, I thought. But from the tone of Sister Mary Angelica and my
mother's explanation about my shiny shoes, I began to realize that
some people must think there's something wrong at looking at a
person's body. There must be something naughty about it...at least in
some people's minds. It was then that I realized that the world is
sometimes all mixed up. How can something that feels so good and
makes people happy, be so naughty? It just didn't make sense to me.
It was then that I decided that I needed to be careful about where
and when and how I showed my body to other people, and especially
who I showed it to was very important. And now that I knew that
showing off my body was somehow a forbidden thing, something I
had to save for certain times when it was safe, it made it that much
more exciting.

Fun Times with Uncle Dan:

There were lots of times Mom and Dad would go out in the evenings.
Sometimes they hired a babysitter. But plenty of times, they let Uncle
Dan watch me for the evening. Uncle Dan was my favorite uncle. He
was lots of fun. He would play games and tell riddles and jokes. He
knew how to make me laugh. But I really liked Uncle Dan best of all
because he liked to look at my body.

I first noticed Uncle Dan look at my body one time when I was in the
bath tub. I had been taking a bath, when Uncle Dan knocked on the
door and peeked in...

	"Hi, Pumpkin, everything going okay in here?" he asked me.

	I didn't bother covering up. I didn't need to; it was Uncle Dan.
	"Great!" I told him. "I'm just playing with my rubber duckie." I
	was about 7 or 8 at the time and yes, I had a rubber duckie I
	played with in the tub.

	"Oh, let me see your rubber duckie," he said.

	I handed the duckie over to Uncle Dan. He began to make
	quacking noises while he held the duck in his hand. Uncle Dan
	made the funniest quacking sounds. "Quack-quack," he said, in
	that funny sounding voice of his. I laughed and laughed.

	Then he decided to do something different with the duck. "Let's
	pretend that duckie is trying to hide from some mean hunters,"
	he said.

Uncle Dan would make my rubber duckie hide all around my body.
Behind my head, under my arm, behind my back. Every now and then,
he'd make his "quack-quack" noise, and it would crack me up. Then,
he'd start hiding it behind my butt. Of course, when he did that, his
hand would brush against my little rear end. Somehow I knew it
wasn't an accident, but I didn't care. I liked it when Uncle Dan would
look at my butt and touch it.

So it was only a matter of time before Uncle Dan decided to make the
"duck and hunters" game even more interesting. He had me stand up
in the tub and let duckie go between and around my legs. Naturally,
duckie started around my feet and ankles, then worked his way up my
knees, and finally, duckie would go back and forth between my thighs.
Uncle Dan would hold duckie in his left hand, put duckie between my
legs, and pass it to his right hand waiting behind my butt. As you
might guess, Uncle Dan's hand would always brush against my cunny
everytime duckie made it through the pass. Oooh, how I loved it when
I felt his hand brush against me. It made my cunny tingle. Uncle Dan
would look at my little pussy and smile. See? Looking at someone
naked makes them happy.

>From that point on, whenever Uncle Dan would babysit me, I always
enjoyed our bath times together. It was also at that time that I
stopped wearing panties under my nightie when Uncle Dan was taking
care of me. After my bath, I would dry off and just put my nightie on.
He and I would sit together on the sofa and watch television before I
had to go to bed. We went from sitting next to each other to my
sitting on his lap. Things progressed over time. I would pull my nightie
up to uncover my bottom, and soon my naked cunny would be rubbing
up against him. That's how I began to figure out that all boys and men
had those wormy things in their pants. Only Uncle Dan's was much
bigger than Bobby Clark's. Whenever I would rub my little pussy up
against Uncle Dan, his thing would get long and hard. Sometimes we
wouldn't even watch television. I would turn around and face Uncle
Dan, my bare cunny rubbing against his thing, and I would just rub and
rub as he would look at my pussy and smile. Seeing me naked down
there made Uncle Dan very happy.

But Uncle Dan got a job in another town and moved away when I was
9 years old. Things between us never progressed much beyond the
rubbing stage. Although once, I did get to see his thing outside of his
pants. I was rubbing my cunny against him so hard, he suddenly
tensed up beneath me and let out a loud groan...

	"Are you alright, Uncle Dan?" I asked him. He seemed like he was
	out of breath.

	"Uh-huh. I'm okay, honey," he told me. "I just need to go to the
	bathroom."

For some reason, I felt the need to follow him down the hall to the
bathroom. He had left the door open just a little bit. I was curious. I
looked in and saw Uncle Dan with his pants down. He had his thing in
his hand and he was wiping it clean with a wet washcloth. I didn't
know what had happened, but somehow my rubbing against him had
made his thing all sticky.

I wouldn't see Uncle Dan again until several years later. He always
managed a smile when he saw me, but we would never have those
fun times together again.

The Boys in the Neighborhood:

I was a bit of a tomboy growing up in my neighborhood. I much
preferred the company of boys than girls my own age. Boys just
seemed to be a lot more fun than girls. Girls wanted to play with
Barbie dolls and play dress up. Boys were more active. They liked to
play sports and wrestle and things like that. Besides, I discovered
that hanging out with the boys gave me an opportunity to show off
my body every now and then.

The first time I remember showing the boys in the neighborhood my
little pussy was when I was about 10 years old. We were in the woods
nearby, me and six boys, and we all decided it would be fun to build a
campfire. So we did. But the fire started to get a little bit out of
control. Timmy, the oldest and biggest of the group - he was about 12
- figured the quickest way to put out the fire was to pee on it...

	"Who has to take a piss?" Timmy asked. "Whoever has to take a
	piss, do it now! Put the fire out!"

	I stood there and watched while all but one of the boys pulled
	down their zippers, took their things out, and started peeing on
	the fire. "Aim your dicks at the flames," Timmy yelled at the
	other boys.

I was looking at five boys peeing on the fire with their...what did
Timmy call them..."dicks"...yeah, so that's what they're called. It
didn't take long for the flames to die out. The "firefighters" had saved
the day. There were still some embers burning though. I thought I
might like to try to help extinguish the fire.

	"I have to pee, too," I told the boys.

	You would have thought I had just told them the world's
	funniest joke. They just laughed at me.

	"You can't put the fire out," said Rusty, the chubby one. "You
	don't have a dick. You're a girl!"

	I was not a girl to be reckoned with. "Oh, yeah? Watch me."

I dropped my jeans and panties and stepped out of them. The boys
just stood there, mouths open, eyes wide, as I stepped over the red
glowing chunks of wood, aimed my pussy the best that I could, and let
my bladder rip. Streams of pee hit the wood, making a sizzling sound
as it put the rest of the burning embers out.

	"Look at that," the boys murmured among themselves.

	I thought they were referring to my "firefighting" skills. But
	when I looked at their faces, I could see that they were staring
	at my cunny. They all had these goofy, but happy, smiles on their
	faces. "What's the matter," I asked them, "haven't you ever
	seen a girl's cunny before?"

They all just stood there, silent, shaking their heads. They couldn't
take their eyes off my pussy. I loved the way they looked at it. It was
as though they were looking at a precious jewel or gold. The looks on
their faces gave my cunny that tingly feeling again. I always seemed
to get that feeling when someone looked at my pussy.

	"Do you want a closer look?" I asked the boys. Without waiting
	for an answer, I laid down on the ground, bent my legs, and
	spread them wide. With my fingers, I pulled my pussy lips apart
	and let them look up inside me.

God, it felt so good to have six boys all looking at my cunny at the
same time, each boy with a grin on his face. Then I noticed that the
boys still had their dicks out, and several boys were rubbing theirs. In
a few minutes, all the boys were standing there, dicks in hand,
rubbing and rubbing. Their dicks were getting hard, just like Bobby
Clark's did when we played doctor. And just like Uncle Dan's did when
I used to rub against him. They stood their, some in front of me, a few
to both sides, rubbing their dicks, faster and faster.

	"I'm going to shoot, guys," shouted Timmy. "Watch!"

	The other boys watched. So did I. With a loud grunt, Timmy shot
	some white stuff out of his dick. "Yes. I'm shooting!" he told the
	others, though he didn't need to...whatever that white stuff
	was, he shot it right at my little pussy. Splat! I felt his creamy
	stuff hit my cunny. Splat! Another load hit. Splat! Another!

	Then Ben, who was also 12, said, "Me, too. I feel it coming." Once
	again, my pussy became the target to aim for as Ben shot his
	cream on me, too.

All the boys moaned and groaned, but not all of them shot that stuff
at me. It seemed like the younger and smaller guys didn't have any to
shoot. But it was plain to see that they were very happy to stare at
my pussy as they rubbed their dicks.

>From then on, I discovered the power of the pussy. I found out that
boys - and later, men - will do anything for pussy. Wow! Such power!
I could get them to do my bidding if they thought they had a chance
of seeing my cunny again. I'd let them buy me candy or sodas or gum
or toys. They never asked to see my cunny, it was an unspoken deal.
They wanted to see it and I knew it. Lots of times I'd give them a
peek, sometimes a long peek, sometimes long enough for them to rub
their dicks and shoot off on me again. I enjoyed it as much as they
did. But I didn't always give them a show. I didn't reward them all of
the time, just enough to satisfy their needs occasionally. Of course, if
one of them pissed me off, they weren't ever gonna see my pussy
again. The word spread quickly: Don't piss Donna off!


Older Boys:

I was 12 years old when I reached puberty. My body started to go
through some rapid changes. I began to notice my flat little titties
began to get bumpy, and there was light colored hair growing on my
pussy. Soon, my titties were growing bigger and the hair on my cunny
got thicker and darker. It was around that time that Mom told me
things about my body and boys' bodies and sex. Now things were
beginning to make more sense. I understood more about that tingly
feeling I would get in my pussy. I understood why boys' dicks got
hard and what that white stuff was they would shoot out on me. And
I noticed another big change: older boys were starting to notice me.
Pussy power was beginning to make more and more sense.

Younger boys that I knew seemed content to just look at my pussy
and jerk off on me. But I learned that older boys wanted to do more
than that. Oh, they still wanted to look at my pussy, for sure. But they
wanted to touch it, too. They wanted to put their fingers inside it. And
they wanted to put their dicks inside it. They didn't want to just shoot
their cum on me, they wanted to shoot it in me. And their need to do
these things was even stronger than what the younger boys wanted
to do.

Of course, after I had my first period, I knew I couldn't let boys -
younger or older - get their dicks inside me. I didn't want to get
pregnant. But the power of the pussy isn't based on whether they get
inside a pussy, it's based on whether they think they have a CHANCE to
get inside. And giving boys a look at my pussy was my way of
reminding them that I had one - right between my legs. It was my
way of saying, "Look at what I got. Isn't this what you want?
Wouldn't you like to put your hard dick inside it? Who knows? Play
your cards right and you just might!" I wasn't even 13 years old yet,
and I was learning the theory of pussy power.

I sort of made my discovery the day Kevin Lawson came to the front
door. I have to explain what happened before he showed up. I had
gotten home from school. It had been a hot and sticky day. When I
walked in the door, there was a note from Dad telling me that he and
Mom were going to go out to dinner after work, they were leaving me
some money to order a pizza, but that I shouldn't forget to wash
Mitzi, our dog. That was one of my chores. I didn't really feel like
washing Mitzi. I just wanted to stay inside where the air conditioner
was keeping the house nice and cool. I put Mitzi outside in the back
yard, and went back inside to change out of my school uniform and
into some old clothes I didn't mind getting wet. After I took my
uniform off, I stood in my room naked, enjoying the feeling of the
cool air in the house passing over my body. I was thirsty and since
nobody was in the house, I decided to go downstairs naked and get a
Coke. When I got downstairs, the doorbell rang. I went to the window
and peeked through the curtain. That's when I saw Kevin Lawson on
our porch, waiting at the door.

Kevin was a 15 year old high school sophomore who lived across the
street from us. Good looking guy, I want to tell you. I liked to watch
him mow his lawn without a shirt on, with those muscle of his and
that washboard stomach. I had noticed that in the past few months,
Kevin seemed to have begun paying more attention to me than he had
ever done when I was younger and not as developed as I had become.
When we would run into each other in the neighborhood, I could see
him checking me out as much as I checked him out. Even though I was
only in middle school, that didn't seem to stop him from looking me
over from head to toe. There were even a couple of times when he
would have conversations with my boobs because it sure wasn't my
eyes he was staring at.

So now, here I am, standing in my living room - naked - and this good
looking guy is at my front door. He rang the bell again. Well, I'm not
about to answer the door totally nude, but maybe if I showed him a
little bit of flesh, I might give him a little thrill to make his day...and
maybe it would be worth something to me later on. I went down the
hall to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel, wrapped it
around myself, and headed for the front door.

When I opened the door, Kevin began to speak. "Oh hi, Donna. Is your
Dad..." He stopped in mid-sentence. He could see as I opened the door
wider that I was wearing nothing but the towel around me. And even
that wasn't covering much of me. I had it tied up top, right in front of
my tits. From there down, the towel covered everything until it got to
the top of my legs. Oh, it felt so good giving him an eyeful. And he was
checking me out. His eyes looked at the top of my boobies left
uncovered by the towel. I could tell he was looking carefully to see if
he could spot my nipples. Of course, I made sure they were covered
up. Then I saw him peek at the bottom of the towel. He was looking to
see if my pussy was showing. I was pretty sure it wasn't, but with
the way the breeze was blowing up the front of my towel, I wasn't
positive he couldn't see it. I didn't really care if he got a peek or not.
The very idea that a 15 year old boy wanted to see my cunny was
giving me that tingly feeling again.

Kevin tried again. "Uh...is your Dad home? I'm supposed to...um...wash
his car for him this afternoon."

I could see that my towel-draped body was distracting Kevin. No
matter how hard he tried to divert his eyes, they kept coming back to
my body, looking for some display of just a little more. A nipple
maybe, or a glimpse of my bush. Oh, how I would love to make him
happy by showing him more. It would make me happy, too. I loved
showing off those parts of me that are usually kept hidden. It was
very tempting to let the towel drop "accidentally" to the floor, say
"oops" in fake embarrassment, then take my sweet time picking the
towel up off the floor and wrapping it back around me. The whole
time, he would be looking at my naked body, staring at my young
boobs, gazing at my pussy. It would be so easy to do, and I wouldn't
be the least bit shy doing it if I chose to. But it suddenly occurred to
me that I could put the barter system into effect if I wanted
to...an exchange in the market system. I would give him a little show,
a chance to look at my nude body in exchange for...washing Mitzi!
That's it. Tit for tat, so to speak. And I knew just how to pull it off.

"Dad's not here right now, Kevin. Neither is Mom. But, come on in," I
told him. I could tell by the look on his face that the idea of walking in
the house, my parents out, and me in just a towel, was very appealing
to him.

"Oh, okay. Thanks," he said, as he walked in. Operation Barter was
about to begin. Pussy power was in effect.

"Gee, I don't know how Dad could've forgotten about you washing the
car today, Kevin," I said. "That's so unlike him."

"Well, your Dad's a busy man. It must have slipped his mind." said
Kevin, as he sat down in the easy chair.

"Well, I'd rather be washing the car than doing the job I have to do," I
told him, as I sat on the arm of the sofa across from him. Sitting on
the arm of the sofa caused my towel to rise a little bit at the bottom.
Sneaking a quick peek down at myself, I could see a tiny bit of my
pussy hair showing from beneath the towel. But at the angle I was
sitting, with my knees pointed slightly away from Kevin, he could tell
what I was showing, only he couldn't see it from where he was
sitting. He would have to get up to get a peek.

"What job do you have?" Kevin asked, leaning slightly in the direction
my knees were pointing as those his change in position would give
him a clear view up my towel. It didn't.

"Oh, I have to give Mitzi a bath," I said, crossing my legs. Had I been
sitting with my knees pointed at him, he would have seen my pussy
when I crossed my legs. And he knew it.

"Mitzi?" Who's Mitzi?" Kevin wanted to know.

"Mitzi's my dog. Haven't you ever seen Mitzi before?" I asked him,
uncrossing and recrossing my legs again, which I'm sure was driving
him crazy.

"No. Where have you been hiding her?" He said, looking as frustrated
as he probably felt.

"Come here," I said, rising. "I'll show you." I led him down the hallway
to the bathroom, then I walked over to the bathroom window and
stood on my tiptoes to look out the window. I could feel the towel
rise behind me as I stood on my toes, and was sure as he approached
me he was getting a little peek at the undercurve of my ass. "Look
out there," I told him, as he stood by my side. Leaning on him, I
pointed. "There she is, that's Mitzi." Now I leaned into him, letting my
12 year old breast press into his arm.

"Washing a dog isn't such a bad job," he said, looking down at my half
covered boobies.

"I know," I told him, ignoring where his eyes were looking, "but it
was such a hot day today, and I'm tired, and I was planning to hop in
the shower here," pausing to indicate THIS shower, in the downstairs
bathroom, "and now I have to go wash a dirty, smelly old dog."

Kevin looked thoughtful for a moment. I could hear the wheels
turning in his head. "You know what I could do...that is, if you don't
mind," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, since your Dad's not here, and I can't wash the car, maybe I
could wash Mitzi for you," he volunteered. "That way, you can take
your shower. What do you think?"

Pussy power rules, was what I was thinking. "Oh, would you? Could
you do that for me?" Of course, he could. He'd go out back and wash
the dog for me. Especially when he'd be so close to the bathroom
window. Why did I think his face would be up against the window
screen looking in?

"It would be my pleasure, Donna," he said.

I just bet it will, I thought.

"That's so sweet of you, Kevin," I said, as I stepped toward him and
gave him a great big hug. I squeezed him real hard and shoved my
budding boobs right in his chest and pressed my cunny against his leg.
When I stepped back, I could see a slight bulge in his pants.

"Then I'll go ahead and start my shower," I told him, " and you can go
out back and begin washing Mitzi. She's a good dog and she loves to
get a bath. Everything you need is right outside. There's a bucket, and
the hose is attached to the spigot right outside the window here, and
there should be a bottle of dog shampoo in the bucket."

"I'll find everything," Kevin told me, "and what I can't find, I'll just
yell at you through the window and ask you where it is."

Oh, he knows I'll be in here, I thought to myself. He's picturing me in
here right now, naked, standing in the shower stall, hoping to get a
little glimpse of my nude body. But I didn't care. Because I knew that
even if he did see me naked, I'd enjoy it, he'd enjoy it, and I'd have
one clean dog without working up a sweat.

He left the bathroom and headed out to the back yard. I closed the
bathroom door. He now knew the layout of the bathroom, and how
he'd probably have all kinds of chances to get a peek at me. The
ground level outside in back is just a bit higher than the floor level
inside. That meant that looking out the window at the backyard meant
I had to stand on my toes to look out. But if I were on the outside
looking in, I might have to bend a little. It would be real easy for him
to look in if I opened the curtains halfway, which is exactly what I did
when he left the bathroom. As soon as I knew he was out back near
the window, I decided to give him a reason to take his first peek.
Since I had to use the toilet, I dropped the towel, and sat down on the
toilet seat. The toilet was against the outside wall and anyone looking
in could see my behind sitting on the seat.

I started to pee. The splashing of my pee hitting the water in the
toilet bowl certainly was loud enough to get his attention. And it did,
because I could see the shadow of his head on the bathroom door
which was directly across from the window. He was watching me pee.
>From where he stood, he was looking down at my butt and bare back.
His shadow was still there when I reached over to pull some toilet
paper off the holder, and he was still there as I wiped myself, taking
my good old time rubbing the toilet paper over my pussy. I dropped
the used paper in the toilet, then turned away from him to pull the
flush handle. Well, if he enjoyed watching me pee, I knew he was
going to love what was coming next.

I got up from the toilet and moved across the bathroom to the shower
stall which was next to the bathroom door. For a moment, his shadow
disappeared from the door. But as I reached in to turn the water on,
his shadow reappeared. Now he could see me standing in front of the
shower, my back still towards him. I took a lot of time standing there,
adjusting the water temperature, letting him get a good look at my
ass. His shadow was still there, not moving, so I knew he was
watching me. Finally, I stepped into the shower stall, but I didn't close
the curtain all the way. In fact, it was practically halfway open so he
could watch as I stood under the shower.

I let the water from the showerhead stream down over my body,
keeping my eyes partially closed, but looking sideways to see if he
was looking. He had backed off a little bit, but I could see him at the
edge of the window, still looking. He was getting a full-bodied profile
shot of me now as the water soaked my body. He could see a sideview
of my boobs as I stood under the water, splashing them with water
and running my hands over them. I could feel my nipples getting hard,
partially from the hot water, but also from the excitement I felt
showing Kevin my body. I reached up with the forefinger and thumbs
of both hands and tweaked my nipples, just a little bit; just enough to
let him see me touch myself. Then I turned around and let the water
spray on my back, giving him a chance to get a sideview of my other
titty. He was going to see it all if I had my way.

I reached for the soap and began to lather up my body. First I washed
my face, getting my face all soapy, which created the illusion that my
eyelids were covered with soap, and with my eyes partially shut, it
would be hard for him to tell if they were closed or not. But they were
open enough for me to see his face as I turned around to face the
window. Now he was getting a full frontal view of me. He could see
not only my boobs, but my dark brown bush between my legs. His
eyes got wide when he saw my pussy. This was what he wanted to
see earlier in the living room, but couldn't. Now he was getting his
reward.

I soaped my neck and shoulders next, but it was when I started
rubbing the soap around my boobs, I knew I had his undivided
attention. I spent a great deal of time washing my tits which I'm sure
delighted Kevin as he watched my hands go around and around on my
boobs. I tweaked my nipples one more time for good measure before
my hands dropped lower and lower soaping my tummy and abdomen.

Then I turned around to let him see my ass again as I reached behind
and washed my butt cheeks. For sure, he must have been watching
when I spread my ass cheeks for him and ran my soapy hand down
the crack of my ass to clean there, too. When I started to bring the
soap back around the front of me - oops - I dropped the soap. How
terribly clumsy of me. I had to bend over to pick it up which was very
difficult since it was so slippery. In the meantime, my bending over,
with my legs parted slightly, allowed him to see my asshole and my
pussy, both at the same time. What more could the poor boy possibly
want to see?

There was one more thing I intended for him to see; something I had
never done in front of a boy or anyone else before. I was going to
play with my pussy while he watched. After I picked the soap up, I
began to get my hands all nice and soapy. Once they were lathered up,
I reached down and started to wash my pussy, getting my bush all
lathery as my fingers searched out my pussy lips. Slowly I turned
around to face him with my hands rubbing all over my pussy. I swear
I could almost hear him suck in air when he saw my fingers working
my cunny. I took the fingers of my left hand and held my pussy lips
wide open, as I let the fingers of my right hand rub up and down my
wide open slit. Out of my half-closed eyes, I could see him with his
nose against the window screen, looking in at me as I played with my
pussy.

Then I let my fingers slide upward along my pussy lips until they
found my clit. Oh, it felt so good to let my fingertips rub my clit,
especially when I knew Kevin was watching me. I rubbed it in a slow,
circular motion at first, letting the sensation build up slowly. As I
rubbed my clit with the fingers of my right hand, I let my left hand
reach down and find my pussy hole. I put my index and middle fingers
in as far as I could and started finger-fucking myself, while my right
hand kept rubbing around and around on my clit. Kevin was
hypnotized as he stood outside the window watching me masturbate
not more than eight feet away from him. It excited me to know that
as I was giving myself such pleasure with my hands, he was watching
every move my fingers were making.

I could tell I was getting close to orgasm. I had discovered that I
could give myself orgasms just a few months ago, and now I
masturbated every chance I could get. But I wanted this one to be a
whopper. I wanted Kevin to watch me come in front of him. I started
to rub my clit a little faster and a little harder. I was finger-fucking
my pussy frantically now, in and out, in and out, as the fingers on my
clit stroked up and down, up and down. My breaths were coming
faster and somewhat irregularly - almost in a staccato fashion - as I
got closer and closer to my reward. Faster, harder, in and out, up and
down, my body struggled to reach orgasm.

Then it hit me. I was coming. "Oh, God!!!!" I moaned loudly, as the
first wave of my orgasm made my whole body quake. "Oh, yes," I
cried out, feeling the power of my climax shake me hard. I kept my
fingers moving, on my clit and in my pussy. I started to get
lightheaded and my legs got wobbly. I fell back against the shower
wall and I sank slowly to the floor of the shower. In the end, as my
orgasm subsided, I found myself almost prone on the shower floor,
my knees bent, my legs spread apart, with my open pussy aimed right
at Kevin. He must have known or thought I was looking at him
because he quickly backed away from the bathroom window, as I laid
there, completely drained and exhausted.

Well, I got a free dog wash out of that experience. I also had Kevin
bending over backwards, at my beck and call, constantly for months
after that. He had seen my body. He knew I was a hot little number.
And I knew he wanted a chance to get that special prize that I would
someday give away to some boy. He started volunteering to do all
sorts of chores for me. Mowing the lawn, washing out the garbage
cans, you name it, he did it. But he wasn't the only older boy who got
a peek at my body. I started showing off every chance I got to other
guys in the neighborhood.

When I was 13 years old, one of my favorite ways to drive boys in the
neighborhood crazy was to sit out in my front yard on the lounge
chair wearing my loose, short-shorts. If a really good looking boy
walked by, I'd start talking to him. Then I would slowly bend my knees
and ever so slightly open my legs. Standing right in front of me, boys
would notice that my legs were opening a little and they would take a
peek up my shorts. I'd give them just a quick peek, long enough for
them to see that I wasn't wearing any panties underneath my shorts.
Then, I'd close my legs. You wouldn't believe how long boys would
stay there talking to me, hoping they would get another peek at my
pussy. If I really liked the guy, he'd get another peek. I'd get so
excited showing the boys my pussy like that, I'd get that tingly
feeling and my cunny would get all wet. One boy in particular got a
good show from me one day. Jack was his name. He was about 16
years old, very tall and good looking. He walked by and we started
talking. I began my ritual and let him have a quick peek. He did a
double take when he saw my pussy. For two hours, he stayed there
talking to me. Every couple of minutes, I'd open my legs and let him
see my pussy. As time went on, I'd flash my cunny a little longer,
letting him take a good long look. I could see his dick was getting
hard and making a bulge in his pants. From the looks of the bulge, I
could tell Jack was very well-endowed, and I thought I might like to
see that one day. But for now, I was the one doing the showing. And
knowing that he had a huge erection from looking at my pussy was
really turning me on. My pussy was getting soppy. Jack was standing
in front of me, waiting for each time my legs would open so he could
get a glimpse of my pussy. I invited him to sit down near the bottom
of the lounge chair. When he sat down, he made sure he positioned
himself sideways so he could still turn his head and look down
at my crotch which was now only a few feet away from his face. I
kept one foot on the chair, but now I had one foot resting on his leg,
close to that bulge in his pants. Then I let him have a good, long look. I
opened my legs slowly, letting them spread wide for him to get an
excellent view. By now, I was so excited, my pussy was swollen. I
was so wet that my cunny lips started to part, and I knew he could
see my hole. He didn't say a word about what he was seeing. I guess
he didn't want to take the chance of spoiling the little show I was
putting on. Every now and then I would stretch my leg out, allowing it
to rub against his hard dick. But I kept my pussy on display, certain
that he could see the moistness making a damp spot on the crotch of
my shorts. He would squirm, probably from the uncomfortable feeling
of his hard dick, stuffed and cramped in his pants. I knew that as soon
as he got home, he would have to jerk off and unload his cum. It was
almost time for the show to end, so I gave him a quick finale. As we
sat there talking, his eyes glued to my cunny, I casually reached down
and gave my clit a little rub. It only lasted a second or two, but I
thought his eyes were going to jump out of his head when he saw me
touch myself.

Am I a cock teaser? You bet I am. And I can tease cocks better than
anybody. But I found out that pussy power works. Jack had his license
and a car. Anytime I needed to go anywhere, all I had to do was ask
Jack. I never gave him another show, but it didn't matter. He probably
was always hoping for another one, and that was enough incentive
for him to keep giving me rides when I needed them.


Older Men:

I was 14 years old when I discovered that pussy power worked really
well with older men, even if it was just a 14 year old pussy. Maybe I
should rephrase that: ESPECIALLY if it's a 14 year old pussy. I heard
that adult males say things like, "if I knew then what I know now..." I
think all men secretly wish they could get inside a young girl's pants,
but not many will admit it openly.

I discovered the kind of power I had with older men when I found out
how well it worked with my father. That sounds incestuous, I know.
But I wasn't interested in fucking my Daddy, just getting my way. One
day, he and I had a terrible argument. I wanted to go to a concert
with my friends and he didn't think I should go. I screamed, I yelled, I
cried, but he still wouldn't let me go. I went to take a shower, just to
get away from him. After my shower, I threw on my terrycloth robe
and went to the living room to see if I could smooth things over.
Daddy was sitting in his easy chair...

	"Daddy. Can we talk?" I asked him.

	"Not if it's about the concert," he said.

	I sat down on his lap and snuggled against him. "I'm sorry,
	Daddy. I didn't mean to holler at you." 

As I apologized to him, I played with the button on his shirt. I
suddenly became aware that Daddy's dick was getting hard under my
ass. I thought this was strange. I had sat on Daddy's lap without him
getting hard before. Why now? I glanced at Daddy's face and saw
where he was looking. My robe was loose at the top, and from his
point of view, I could tell he was getting a real good look at my left
boob. I felt a little funny at first, sitting on top of Daddy's hard dick,
knowing his erection was because he was looking at my - his own
daughter's - tit. But then I realized that he wasn't just my father, he
was a man. He had a dick like any other man, and I guess he was just
as likely to get a hard-on from seeing my tits as the boys in the
neighborhood. I readjusted my position on his lap, pressing down
harder on his dick. Doing so caused my robe to open a little more at
the top, so I knew he could see my nipple. But it also made my robe
open down below, too. I saw Daddy look down. He could see all the
way to the top of my thighs. Daddy's dick began to throb against my
ass.

	"Daddy, I would really like to go to the concert." I told him
	sweetly, as I put my arms around him and hugged him.

	"I said no', Donna!" Daddy told me, as his dick pulsed beneath
	me.

	"Everything will be okay. Nothing will happen to me," I told him,
	pushing down on his big Daddy dick. I knew I was turning Daddy
	on, but I also knew I was making him very uncomfortable with
	my teasing. I knew I was wearing him down. I think he would do
	anything to get me off his lap.

	"Please, Daddy?"

	I opened my legs just a little bit, giving him a quick flash of my
	bush. That did it.

	"Okay," he said, finally giving in. "But let's get the rules
	straight..."

I didn't even bother listening to the rules. I was so happy to win the
battle over Daddy. Pussy power worked with him, too. There was
something about the female body that made men do things. I seemed
to have men falling all over themselves to please me when I gave
them a little show. My father was no exception. Even if he didn't have
an interest in me sexually - at least not on a conscious level - I was
stirring something up deep down inside him. It excited him and scared
him at the same time. I used this little trick on him again and again in
the future, especially when I was old enough to drive and wanted to
borrow the car. It was easy to turn a "no" into a "yes" with just a
little effort.

I loved to tease older men whenever I could. One Saturday afternoon,
I went over to the park wearing a very short skirt, with no panties on
underneath, of course. I sat down on a park bench, reading a book.
Whenever an older man walked by, I'd open my legs a little to flash
my cunny at him. It was amazing how many of them stopped to talk,
just like the boys in my neighborhood did. Or if they didn't stop, they
seemed to make several trips back and forth pass the bench, trying to
get another peek. There was this really old man who approached the
bench as I sat there pretending to read. At first, I wasn't going to give
him a show. He had to be about 70 years old, but I was curious to see
if it would work with him, too. So as he was just about in front of me,
I opened my legs. He turned his head very slowly and I saw his eyes
get big when he spotted my naked pussy under my skirt. He was
already walking very slow, but the sight of my exposed cunny made
him walk even slower until he came to a stop. Then he turned and
walked toward me...

	"Lovely day, isn't it?" he said, dividing his attention between
	looking at my face and looking at my pussy.

	"It sure is," I replied, smiling at the dear old man. It must have
	been years since he saw a young pussy like mine. I couldn't help
	but think that he might like one of my better shows. I also
	wanted to see if I could make the old guy get it up. I'd heard
	that old men have trouble getting erections, but I had faith in
	pussy power.

	"I see you like to read," he said. "Me, too." 

As he stood there making small talk, I opened my legs a little more so
he could see everything clearly. My entire pussy was exposed to him.
He could see my neatly trimmed bush, and my cunny lips below. As
usual, that tingly feeling arrived and I could feel the blood rushing to
my soft, delicate tissues between my legs. My pussy was getting
moist, knowing that I was giving this old man a thrill he might not
have had in a long time.

He didn't seem to care that I was paying more attention to my book
than I was to him. With my eyes focused on the book, it made it
easier for him to look at my pussy, out in the open for him to inspect.
I quickly peeked down at the crotch of his pants, and I thought I
detected the beginning of a bulge. Time to turn things up another
notch. I sat the book down beside me and put one of my feet up on
the bench to adjust the laces on my shoes. When I did that, my pussy
lips opened wide, and he could look right up into my pussy. He got a
look on his face that scared me for a moment. It was a look of shock
and delight all rolled up into one. I was afraid he was going to have a
heart attack. Instead, he was having a "hard" attack as I noticed
his dick starting to grow in his pants. He continued to stare at my
open pussy as my moisture was flowing freely and my clit stood erect
and throbbing right in front of him.

I think he saw me staring at his stiff dick, so he excused himself and
went walking down the sidewalk with a slightly quicker pace than
before. I tried to picture him going home and jerking off his old
shriveled dick, but the image wouldn't form in my mind. Better yet, I
pictured him fucking his old wife that night in bed. Might be the first
time in years, I chuckled to myself.

I found all kinds of ways to tease older men every chance I got. One
time at the mall, I went shopping for clothing at one of those stores
that sells clothes for men and women. The dressing rooms were out in
the open; just those little stalls with the curtains you pull across the
front. I grabbed a pair of jeans and went in one of the stalls to try
them on. They didn't fit quite right, so I took the jeans off and peeked
my head out from behind the curtain and saw a salesman standing
nearby. He was in his late 20's or early 30's, I think. I called him over
and asked him if he would get me a couple more pairs of jeans in a
smaller size to try on. Looking through the curtain behind me, he
could see my reflection in the mirror. Realizing that he could see my
naked ass in the mirror, he knew immediately that I wasn't wearing
any panties. As he went to get me more jeans to try on, I pulled the
curtain open a little bit more so he could get a better view. He
returned, and I took one pair of jeans from him and left him standing
there holding the others. With each pair of jeans I tried on, I turned
away from him and faced the mirror. I acted as though he wasn't
even there. I knew that as he looked at the mirror from outside the
stall, he could see my pussy everytime I stepped out of the jeans. I
must have tried on nearly a dozen pairs of jeans before I found the
"right" size. But the salesman dutifully went back and forth, fetching
me more jeans to try on, just for the opportunity to sneak another
peek at my naked pussy. Pussy power at work!

Another time, the refrigerator repairman showed up at our house
when my parents weren't home to fix our refrigerator. I showed him
to the kitchen, then went off to take a shower. He had to pull the
refrigerator away from the wall and turn it around to work on it.
>From where he knelt working at the back of the refrigerator to where
the downstairs bathroom was located, all he had to do was turn his
head to see inside the bathroom if the door was open. Do I need to
tell you that I didn't bother closing the door? Slowly, I began to take
all my clothes off, singing to myself loud enough to get his attention.
I could feel his eyes on me as I removed my shirt, jeans and socks. I
knew he was paying close attention as I removed my bra to show him
my tits and then my panties so he could see my pussy. Then I did
exactly what I did to Kevin; I sat down on the toilet and began to pee,
only this time I was facing toward my "victim" since the toilet faced
the open door. I didn't look directly at him as my pee streamed out
of me, but fumbled with the toilet paper holder for a minute. I wiped
my pussy real good for his benefit after I was finished, flushed the
toilet, then hopped in the shower. He couldn't see me in the shower
from where he was, so I didn't stay in there very long. I got out and
stood in his line of vision as I dried myself off. As I towel-dried my
hair, I took little peeks from under the towel to see if he was looking.
He was looking alright. I don't think he had even started working on
the refrigerator yet. I just took my time, standing in the bathroom
naked, and started blowdrying my hair in front of the mirror, as the
repairman continued to enjoy the show. Only after I was finished
drying my hair did I bother to wrap a towel around me. I walked down
the hall toward the kitchen and looked in on him. 

	"Everything going okay?" I asked him innocently.

	"Couldn't be better," he said, with a grin on his face.


High School:

Mom and Dad decided to let me go to a public high school and it was
my first time taking a gym class. Getting naked in the locker room
with other girls was a brand new experience for me. You see, it was
then and there I found out that I enjoyed showing my body off to
other girls, too. I could see that I was more developed than a lot of
the other girls in high school. So many of the other freshmen girls
were very self-conscious about their bodies. They would wrap towels
around themselves to and from the showers or they would crouch
over a little to hide their budding little breasts. Not me. I walked
proudly on the way to the shower, towel in hand, chest out, letting
the other girls look at my tits with envy. My firm, pert boobs got a lot
of attention from the other girls who were obviously jealous of the
set of tits I had.

Even our gym teacher, Miss Barton, looked me over real good. We had
heard rumors that Miss Barton was a lesbian, and I wondered if she
was checking me out. I hope she liked what she saw. I'm sure she did.
Everyday we had gym, Miss Barton would stand by the entrance to
the showers and watch me as I walked from my locker to the shower.
Her eyes would look me up and down, checking out my tits and pussy
as I headed toward the shower room.

During high school, I showed my body off lots of times, especially
when there was something to be gained. If there was a guy I wanted
to go out with, I'd wear something low-cut without a bra and bend
over a lot in front of him. If I needed to borrow homework from a guy
so I could copy it during homeroom, a little panty flash worked
wonders. And if I needed a better grade, well..."

Mr. Martin was the hardest teacher in the whole school. He taught
geometry and I am just abyssmal at anything mathematical. My grade
in his class was dropping quickly and I wish I could do something to
bring my grade up. One day, I stayed after class to ask him if there
was anything I could do to bring my grade up.

	"Well, Donna," he told me, "sometimes getting a good grade in
	my class is just a matter of making a few minor adjustments."

	"What kind of adjustments?" I asked.

	"Well, for example, seating arrangements, Donna," he explained.
	"You see this desk right here?"

	He pointed to the desk that was three feet directly in front of
	his desk. "You'd be surprised how close proximity to your
	teacher can make a big difference in your grade."

	This was all well and good, I thought, but how is my being close
	to the front of the room near Mr. Martin really going to help my
	grade, I wondered.

	"And another thing, Donna," Mr. Martin continued,  "effort
	counts...a lot!."

	I cocked my head to one side, quizzically. What did he mean? I
	always tried hard in his class.

	"You see, Donna, a teacher like me always likes to SEE MORE of a
	student's HIDDEN talents," he said, stressing certain words for
	emphasis.

	At first, the meaning of his words were lost on me. But as he
	kept talking, I began to catch on.

	"Do you hear what I'm saying, Donna? SHOWING me WHAT YOU'VE
	GOT within you is something that will impress me."

	I was beginning to understand.

	"UNDERNEATH it all, Donna, is something I'm sure you can DISPLAY
	for me, even if no one else can see it," he said, his smile growing
	broadly.

Why that dirty, old man, I thought to myself. He wants me to flash
him, right here, in this room, during class. If I were a different kind of
girl, I'd probably be scared to death. But not me. The idea of showing
him my pussy in a room full of students, with only him and I knowing
what I was doing...the thought made me tingle. But I needed to be
sure. What if I were reading this all wrong?

	"So let me see if I understand you, Mr. Martin," I said to him. "If
	I SHOW YOU a different side of me, a side I've kept a SECRET, then
	I could get an A in your class. And if I SHOW YOU my HIDDEN side,
	it doesn't matter if ANYONE ELSE SEES IT, TOO. Is that right, Mr.
	Martin?"

	"I think you've got it now, Donna," Mr. Martin said, grinning from
	ear to ear. "Tomorrow, be sure to sit in this front seat here and
	let's see how you do, okay?"


Well, tomorrow came, but I was still a little uncertain if Mr. Martin
was really asking me to show him my pussy. What if I was wrong?
Boy, could I get in trouble. So I decided to play it safe. I wore my
shortest skirt with very skimpy panties on underneath. When I got to
geometry, I sat in the front seat as Mr. Martin told me to do. I kept
my legs together at the beginning of class, but gradually let them
open up as the period went by. Mr. Martin would glance over
occasionally, check out my panty-covered pussy, smile, and go on
with the lesson. By the end of the class, my legs were open wide, and
I'm sure Mr. Martin could see the drop of moisture on the crotch of
my panties as I sat there in front of him, excited by what I was doing.
I was showing off for Mr. Martin with a whole classroom full of
students sitting right behind me, and nobody but he and I knew what
I was doing. When the bell rang, I gathered up my books and spoke to
Mr. Martin.

	"How did I do today, Mr. Martin?" I asked.

	"Donna, If you continue to do as well as you did today, I think
	you can count on getting a C by the end of the semester," he
	told me. "Remember, the more effort you SHOW ME, the better
	your grade."

I could do better than a C. I knew he wanted to see more, and I was
determined to deliver it. The next day, I wore a pair of skimpy, loose
shorts with no panties on underneath. After taking my seat in class, I
wasted no time showing Mr. Martin what I had for him today. I
opened my legs and allowed him to look right up my shorts. Mr.
Martin was writing something on the board, but when he turned
around, his eyes went right to my pussy. He gave me an even bigger
smile today, as my legs stayed open during the entire class.

	On my way out, Mr. Martin said to me, "Donna, I believe your
	grade has come up in the last few days. You earned a B today."

	"Thank you, Mr. Martin. I'll try harder tomorrow," I told him,
	smiling as I left the classroom.

The following day, I took my seat quietly and waited for Mr. Martin to
enter the classroom. I was wearing my short skirt again, but I had a
major surprise for Mr. Martin today. I was waiting for just the right
time to spring it on him. Mr. Martin came in and started lecturing right
away. I had my legs closed good and tight when he first started
talking. He looked over at me and frowned when he saw my legs
closed. I waited. He paced back and forth across the front of the
classroom lecturing, still glancing at my closed legs with a frown.
Then he stopped directly in front of me, explaining some geometric
principle, when he looked down at my legs. That's when I surprised
him. I opened my legs to show him that I wasn't wearing any panties.
But the real surprise was that I had shaved my pussy. Staring Mr.
Martin in the face was a smooth, clean-shaven, teenaged pussy.

Mr. Martin was in the middle of a sentence when I flashed my
hairless, naked cunny at him. The words got caught in his throat, his
face turned crimson, and he started to cough. "Excuse
me...(cough)..class...(cough)...I need a...(cough, cough)...drink of
water...(cough, cough, cough)..." Mr. Martin ran out into the hall to
find a water fountain.

The rest of the class period, I let him see my bald pussy. He seemed
too shocked to smile, and his concentration was shot. At one point, I
very slowly reached down with my hand and opened my pussy lips up
for his inspection. I thought he was going to pass out. When the end
of class came, Mr. Martin passed me a note that read: A+.

That's the way the rest of the semester went in Mr. Martin's class.
Except for the days I had my period, Mr. Martin saw my smooth, bald
pussy in front of him everyday. Needless to say, I got an A in his class
for the year.

One of the other benefits of shaving my pussy was the reaction I got
in the locker room from the other girls. When gym was over and we
headed for our lockers, I stripped quickly. As I walked from my locker
to the showers, every head turned and looked down at my smooth-
skinned cunny. It felt so good having people look at it. I was the
center of attention and I loved it. Even Miss Barton checked me out
and I was sure I saw her lick her lips when she saw my hairless cunt.

As I stood under the shower and washed the sweat off of my body,
other girls were taking quick glances down at my pussy. I was the
only one in the gym class, maybe the only girl in the whole school,
who had a shaved pussy.

When I got back to my locker, Gretchen Hall, who had the locker next
to me, stared right at my pussy. Then she realized I saw her looking
and quickly turned away.

"It's okay, Gretchen," I told her, "I'm not embarrassed."

She blushed, but went back to inspecting my bald cunny.

"Donna, I was wondering. Did it hurt when you shaved 
your...self...down there?" Gretchen asked me.

"Lots of hot water, plenty of Daddy's shaving creme, and a steady
hand. No big deal," I told her.

"I've been thinking about shaving myself, too," Gretchen told me,
almost whispering, "but I was afraid I'd hurt myself."

"Would you like to come over to my house this weekend? I could do it
for you," I told her.

Gretchen blushed. "I don't know, Donna, that's...uh...well, you
know...kinda personal."

"I understand," I said.

Gretchen was quiet for a minute. Then she spoke. "Okay. I trust you."

Word spread quickly around the school that I had shaved my pussy.
Girls in my gym class told other girls in the school, and girls started to
tell boys, and before long, everybody knew. I could hear the whispers
as I walked down the hall.

"She shaved her pussy," someone would whisper.

Or some guy would say to his buddy when he didn't realize I was
within earshot, "Did you hear Donna's got a bald pussy?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, she shaved it. Not a hair on it."

I loved it. The thought that everybody was discussing my pussy was a
real turn-on. Hearing that I had a smooth-shaved cunny must have
conjured up images in their minds. It made me so hot thinking that
the boys were imagining what my pussy looked like. I know. Guys are
always thinking about pussies. But I had the whole school thinking
about my pussy.

That Saturday, Gretchen came over my house for her shave. I thought
it would put her at ease if I did a touch-up job on my pussy first. My
parents were downstairs, so I just locked the bathroom door upstairs
to give Gretchen and I some privacy. I took off my clothes and got
ready. I was intensely aware of Gretchen's eyes on me as I stripped.
It occurred to me that maybe she was a lesbian. That thought didn't
bother me in the least. As I said, I'm bi-curious and would love to
have sex with a woman...at least once.

I took a washcloth and lathered it up with soap and water. After
rinsing the soap off, I started to put some of Daady's shaving creme
on my pussy. "Be sure to use the regular kind, Gretchen. You don't
want to put the menthol kind down there."

Gretchen winced at the thought.

I reached for my razor - the one I use on my legs - and began shaving
my cunny. Gretchen watch as I carefully ran the razor over the skin
above my pussy. "This is the easy part," I told her.

Then came the harder part. Very carefully, I held my left labia firmly
with my hand and shaved the stubble there. Then I did the same to my
right one. "Phew!" I said. "That's over with," I said, smiling at
Gretchen.

But now, the scary part. I needed to shave the stubble from around
my clit. One nick there, and I'd be in real pain. "You've got to be real
careful around your clit, Gretchen. You know how sensitive it is
there."

Little by little, I scraped away the tiny pussy whiskers sprouting out
from around my clit. I was a little nervous shaving it, but not the
least bit disturbed at Gretchen looking at my pussy as I shaved it.
Finally, I got the job over with. I rinsed my pussy off, and patted it
down with a towel. "See? All done! Feel how smooth it is," I told
Gretchen.

Gretchen hesitated.

"It's okay," I said. "You can touch it."

Gretchen reached out and ran her fingers over the shaven area above
my pussy.

"Feel here," I said, pointing to my pussy lips.

Gretchen felt my labia, rubbing them a little bit. Her fingers brushed
against my clit for a second, and I almost moaned from the pleasure.
Then Gretchen pulled her hand away.

"So, are you ready?" I asked her.

"I guess, " she replied.

Gretchen shyly started to undress. I knew she was nervous, so I
looked away while she took her clothes off. Gretchen had a pretty
good body. Not as good as mine, of course. But she was attractive.
Nice boobs. Cute little butt. When she was done, I reached for my
Dad's electric razor. "We need to trim some of your hair back so it will
be easier to shave off," I explained.

Gretchen stood there with her eyes closed as I turned the electric
razor on and brought it up to her thick bush. Her pubic hair fell away
easily as ran the razor across her pussy. Soon, her bush was almost
entirely trimmed. To tease Gretchen a little, I touched her clit with the
casing side of the razor. The vibration caused Gretchen to jump a
little. "Ooops, sorry," I said.

Then I took the warm washcloth, rubbed some soap on it and began to
wash all around Gretchen's pussy. I think she was enjoying the
warmth of the damp washcloth and the lavish attention I was paying
to her little pussy. After I got her cunny all soapy, I rinsed it off and
began to apply the shaving creme all around.

"Gretchen, why don't you sit down on the toilet," I said, "it will make
it easier for me to shave you down there." It's funny how we girls
have a way of referring to our pussies as "down there" all the time.
We never seem to just come out and say "pussy" or "cunt" when we
talk about our private parts, do we? 

Gretchen sat on the edge of the toilet seat while I knelt between her
legs and started shaving. I thought I might be nervous shaving the
sensitive area of another girl's pussy, but I rather enjoyed the
opportunity of getting a close look, especially at a pussy other than
my own. I love the way a pussy looks, with all those little folds of
skins. Pussies are so soft and warm. As I was finishing up around
Gretchen's clit, I noticed that Gretchen seemed to be enjoying all the
stimulation to her pussy. Her pussy lips parted somewhat and I could
see her hole. She was wet, partly from the cleaning I gave her with
the washcloth, but also from having my fingers touching her in her
most intimate place. I began to think that one day, I was going to do
more than just shave Gretchen's pussy. Not today, but some day.

"Ooooh, Gretchen," I said, "it feels so smooth." I ran my fingers all
around her soft, delicate skin. "Let me check to make sure I got it
all." I leaned in closer to look for any stray pubic hairs I might have
missed. I looked at the edges of her pussy lips, then gently separated
them. I had done a good job. But being so close to Gretchen's pussy, I
could smell her. I knew that scent because anytime I was turned on,
my pussy juices had the same aroma. Yeah, I thought, one day...


My Senior Year:

It was during my senior year that I discovered the joys of oral sex.
Now it may be surprising that it took me that long, but I was always
too busy showing off my pussy than doing anything else sexually. I
wasn't completely inactive, mind you; I went out with a few guys. We
would make out, and I'd let them feel my boobs. I got a chance to play
with their dicks and jerk them off. I let them pet my pussy outside of
my pants. But I hadn't let a guy touch my pussy since...well, since
Bobby Clark did when we played doctor.

It was at a party that my opportunity to try oral sex happened. Greg
Morrow's parents were away for the weekend, his brother - who was
in college -  managed to get him several cases of beer, and it was
party time. I wore my shorts, and - surprise, surprise - no panties. It
was a great party. I had my first taste of beer. The first couple of sips
tasted a little bitter to me, but after half a can, the bitterness
seemed to disappear. After drinking the whole can, it was like
drinking water. By the time I was halfway through the second beer, I
began to feel the effects of the alcohol. I was getting my first buzz.
Now I understood why some kids liked to drink. It was a nice
pleasant, warm feeling. After I finished the second can, I felt real
good. I felt rather loose, too. I caught one of the guys from school
trying to peek up my shorts for a look at my hairless pussy. I let
him have a little peek, but only for a second. It was at that moment I
decided to set a goal for the evening. Before the night was over, I
was going to flash every guy here. So I opened my legs and let my
peeping friend have another look at me. He stared and stared at my
pussy for a few minutes before I closed my legs back up again. I
didn't have to wait long for my next opportunity. That boy had
wandered over to a couple other guys and it was easy to figure out by
the way they were all looking over at me what he was telling them.
In less than a minute, all three boys were standing in front of me
waiting for a show. I didn't give it to them right away, but in a few
minutes I slowly parted my legs to let them see my naked cunny.
Within 15 minutes, half of the guys at the party had made the
trip over to see my pussy. Some would stand there and look. Others
got bolder. They would sit down in front of the sofa where I was
sitting and get a closer look. I was loving every minute of it. All of
these boys were looking at my pussy. I could see the lust in their eyes
and knew I was making them all horny.

As I drank another beer, I got more uninhibited and bolder. I got up
and joined some guys who were sitting on the floor playing cards. I
got in on the game and sat there, legs open, knees bent, the heels of
my feet touching each other. I was wide open. In less than one
minute, I caught the eye of one of the guys who spied my bald pussy.
It didn't take long for word to spread. He leaned over to whisper to
the gut next to him who looked over at my naked pussy. Then he told
the next guy, and before long the whole card game had disintegrated
into little more than five guys staring at my smooth, hairless cunny.

After I finished the third beer, I needed to pee real bad. The bathroom
downstairs was being used, so I went to use the one upstairs. After I
used the bathroom. I started to go back downstairs. On the way, I
passed a bedroom where I heard some voices inside. The door was
open just a crack, so I peeked in. There on the bed was Gretchen,
passed out. And around her were three guys, taking her clothes off.
This looked interesting. They had already managed to get her shirt off
and were working on her jeans. The guys were talking as they
stripped her...

	"Dude, I've got to see if it's true," said one of the boys.

	"See if what's true?" asked one of the others.

	"I hear she shaves her pussy," he replied.

	"You mean like that Donna chick downstairs?" said the third boy.

	"What do you mean, dude?" asked the first boy.

	"Didn't you see her down there? The girl in the shorts? Oh, man!
	She's not wearing any panties. You can look right up her shorts
	and see her pussy, man."

	"Whoa, that's awesome, dude! I've got to check that out."

Listening to them talk about my pussy was really turning me on. And
watching them take Gretchen's clothes off was exciting, too. But,
Gretchen's jeans were tight and the boys could only pull them down
so far, especially since she was so drunk and little more than dead
weight. But they got them down far enough to expose her panties...

	"Pull her panties down, too, dudes," said the one boy.

The other two guys yanked her panties down as far as they could until
they were near her jeans. There it was, on display for the boys'
inspection, Gretchen's bald pussy...

	"Dude! Look at it!" said the first boy.

	"Look at her pussy lips, man. That's awesome!" said the second.

	"Not a single fucking hair on her cunt," said the third guy.

I felt extremely jealous. These guys were talking about Gretchen's
pussy the way I wished they were talking about mine. And Gretchen
wasn't even awake to enjoy the boys' lewd comments...

	"Hey! I've got an idea, dudes. Let's jerk off all over her pussy!"

	"Do you think we should?"

	"Yeah, man. Let's go for it!"

I stood and watched in fascination as the three guys pulled out their
dicks and started stroking themselves. I immediately recalled a
similar scene when I was little and I let all the guys in the
neighborhood stroke their dicks and shoot off all over me. But those
were little boys with little dicks. What I was looking at were three
guys with big cocks, jerking themselves off, preparing to come all
over Gretchen's naked pussy.

The first guy had a normal, garden-variety, run-of-the-mill, 6 inch
dick. The second guy's cock was longer than the first guy's dick, but it
was skinnier. And the third guy had kind of a short, stubby dick, but it
was real thick. I've heard girls say that all dicks are alike. Not true, if
these three guys are a representative sample.

It was interesting to watch the different ways the boys jerked
themselves off. They each had a different technique. The first boy
held his dick with his thumb and two fingers and stroked it real fast
near the head. The second boy had his whole hand wrapped around his
cock, literally fist- fucking it. And the third guy sort of squeezed his
dick as he pulled at it, twisting it with each stroke. Different strokes
for different folks, I thought to myself.

I could tell the guys were getting close to coming. I watched carefully
as the boys started jerking off more intensely now...

	"Oh, dudes. I'm gonna come," cried the first boy, as he stroked
	his dick rapidly, aiming it at Gretchen's pussy. With a long groan,
	he came. Squirt, squirt, splat, splat, his cum landed on Gretchen's
	pussy.

	The second guy followed quickly, fucking his cock with his fist
	hard now. He grunted and shot a big load right at Gretchen's slit.
	Then he took the head of his long cock and rubbed his creamy
	mess up and down the length of her pussy lips.

	"C'mon, dude," said the first boy to the third, "your turn."

	But the third guy had other plans. "Fuck you!" he said. "I'm going
	for her face, man!"

I stared as the third boy shifted himself around, and watched as he
put his short, thick dick right up against Gretchen's lips. It looked like
he was trying to pry her mouth open, but only managed to part her
lips a tiny bit before he came. Ropes of his white jism shot out across
Gretchen's face as the boy moaned when he came. Some of his cum
streaked across her cheek, some landed on her eyes and nose, but
most of it covered her mouth, seeping into where her lips were partly
open. It made me shiver and tingle to think that the boy's cum was
leaking into Gretchen's mouth.

When the third boy was finished, the first guy spoke...

	"Dudes, let's leave her here like this. If anyone sees her, they'll
	think someone mistook her for a cake and tried to frost her!",
	he smirked, making the other two boys howl with laughter.

Quickly, I hurried back down the stairs before the boys came out of
the room and caught me watching them. For the next half-hour, all I
could think about was that lewd and obscene exhibition I had just
witnessed upstairs. It excited me to think that the boys were turned
on by the sight of Gretchen's hairless pussy. But the thought of how
they jerked off all over her pussy and her face, especially her face,
made my cunny hot and wet. I was determined to get the same
treatment before the party was over. I got myself another beer and
sat down on one of the comfortable chairs. 

In a couple of minutes, two of the boys who had been upstairs came
over to me and started talking to me. I knew why they were here.
They came over to get a peek at my pussy. The third boy had told
them I wasn't wearing any panties and they wanted to check it out
for themselves. I wanted to give them a show, but I was in no hurry. I
chose to tease them for awhile. As they stood there talking, I would
let my legs open a little bit. But before they could see my pussy, I'd
close them back up. I watched as their eyes would open wide, and
then see the disappointment on their faces when they didn't get to
see what they were looking for. I let this go on a bit longer while I
drank my beer and gloried in the power I had over them; my pussy
power.

I finished the beer. "I could use another beer," I said. The two boys
practically knocked each other over trying to fetch me a beer. I knew
they were trying so hard to keep me happy, just to see my pussy. And
soon they would see it. I was so damned excited, my cunny was
soaked. I could feel my pussy lips separating, opening wide as my
juices flowed freely.

The first guy had beaten his friend to the cooler and brought me back
a beer. "Thanks," I told him, taking the can from him. The boys sat
down on the floor in front of me, positioning themselves in case I
showed them what they wanted to see. And in a moment, I did just
that. I raised the can to my lips and tilted my head back to take a gulp
of beer. As I did, I slowly opened my legs wide and flashed my hot,
bald pussy at them. I heard the first boy utter a very clear but quiet,
"Dude!" when he saw my cunt, right there in front of him. I know he
could see my pussy lips parted and watched as my pussy hole was
exposed to his gaze. Both boys were gawking at my pussy. To them, I
seemed to be paying more attention to my beer. But I had a plan. I
was intoxicated, for sure. But what if they thought I was more drunk
than I really was? What if I started acting tipsy? And what if I let
them think they could get me upstairs and do with me what they did
with Gretchen?

I kept my legs parted for the longest time, letting them both get a
good look at my wet pussy. I started acting really silly and started
slurring my words as I spoke. I may have been a little drunk, but I'm
sure they thought I was totally drunk. Then I decided to go for it.

"I'm feeling so sleepy, like I want to take a nap," I told them, with my
eyelids practically shut. The two boys turned and gave each other a
knowing look.

"Dude, why don't you go upstairs and lie down on one of the beds
before
you pass out?" the first boy said.

"Could I?", I asked, groggily.

"Sure," said the second boy, "we'll help you up there."

"Thanks, guys," I said, letting them pull me up out of the chair, one on
either side of me, and help me up the stairs. About halfway up, I let
my body go limp, forcing them to drag me the rest of the way. When
we got to the top of the stairs, they took me to the same room that
Gretchen was in. I pretended not to see her or even know she was
there. But she was still lying there in her bra, with her jeans and
panties still pulled down, and the boys' dried cum all over her face and
pussy. The two boys placed me on the bed and stood there watching
as I pretended to be unconscious.

	"Dude, you think she's passed out?" said the first guy.

	"Yeah, look at her. She's not moving a muscle," said the other
	boy.

	"What do you wanna do with her, dude?"

	"Let's take her clothes off."

Getting my clothes off was an easier chore for them than when they
tried to get Gretchen's clothes off. They unbuttoned my long sleeve
shirt, and opened it up.

	"Look. No bra!"

	"Dude! Look at her tits! They're awesome!"

They started feeling my boobs and playing with my nipples as I laid
there. I had to work hard trying to hide the fact that I was enjoying
their touches. I didn't want them to know I was awake and aware of
what they were doing.

	"Let's get her shorts off. I want to see that pussy again."

They unsnapped the top of my shorts, pulled the zipper, and yanked
my shorts down and off of me. There I was, shirt open, nothing on me
down below, totally exposed to these two guys.

	"Look at that pussy, dude. Did you see it when we were
	downstairs? Looks even better up here."

The other boy started feeling my pussy, rubbing my cunny lips, and
touching my clit. Then he started to put his finger inside my pussy.
This was the first time I had ever let a guy touch my cunt. I had
shown it to a lot of guys before, but I never had anyone put his finger
inside.

	"God, her pussy is really wet," he said, as his finger felt just
	inside my little pussy.

	"You gonna fuck her, dude?" asked the first boy.

	"Better not," he replied. "She's still got a cherry. If I pop it, she
	might wake up and freak. Besides, Greg will kill us if we get
	blood on his parent's bed."

	"Right, dude."

	"But I do think I want a taste of her pussy."

A taste of my pussy? Was he going to do what I thought he was going
to do. I didn't wait long to find out. The second boy spread my legs far
apart and moved up between them. I could feel his hot breath on my
pussy. Then I felt his tongue give my clit a lick. I couldn't help
reacting.

	"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned. Both boys stopped to look at me to
	see if I was regaining consciousness.

	"Dude. She likes it!"

	"You've got to try this man. Her pussy smells hot. Tastes good,
	too."

I couldn't believe what was happening. A guy had his mouth on my
pussy and he was licking it. It felt so good. And he liked how it tasted.
I tried as hard as I could to lay as still as possible, but the sensation
of his tongue licking my clit and pussy lips was unbearable.

	"Mmmmmmmm," I groaned again, as his tongue kept flicking my
	pussy.

	"Dude, I'm going to do what Billy did to the other chick. I'm going
	to come on her face."

I liked that idea. I used to like it when I was little and the boys in the
neighborhood used to shoot their cum on my tiny pussy. But the
thought of a guy, blasting his load on my face seemed really nasty
and fun. I could feel the first boy position himself over me so his
crotch was in front of my face. I could hear him pull his zipper down
and take his cock out of his pants. There was no mistaking the sound
of his fingers stroking his dick, only inches away from my face.

	"Dude, this chick's really pretty. I can't wait to jizz all over her
	face."

I couldn't wait either. The image in my mind of his hot, sticky cum on
my face was turning me on. And on top of that, the other boy's tongue
bath of my pussy was driving me crazy. He kept lapping at my pussy
like a cat laps at a saucer of milk.

I could sense that the first boy was getting closer to coming. I could
hear his fingers rubbing frantically on his cock and his breathing was
getting hot and heavy.

	"Dude, I'm gonna come."

I felt him put the head of his dick against my lips. I don't know why,
but I suddenly got the urge to take him in my mouth and let him
unload inside. I parted my lips and he just slid on in. Instinctively, I
started moving my tongue and sucking on him.

	"Dude, come here and look at this! She's sucking it. She's sucking
	my dick!"

Hearing that, the other boy jumped out from between my legs and
rushed up to watch as I sucked hungrily on the first guy's cock. Just
then, he let go.

	"I'm coming, dude! I'm doing it. I'm coming in her mouth. Oh,
	dude!"

I could feel his hot cum shooting into my mouth, and I swallowed fast.
Spurt after spurt of his jism poured into my mouth and headed for my
throat. It was only the last few little squirts that landed on my
tongue and gave me a chance to taste his creamy substance.

	"Dude, did you see that? I've never had a chick swallow my cum
	before. Did you see the way she was sucking me?

	"Get out of the fucking way, let me do that!" said the other guy.

Oh, God. He's going to come in my mouth, too. I didn't care. I liked it.
The other boy yanked his cock out of his pants and put it right on my
lips. He didn't even bother jerking his cock first. His dick wasn't even
half-hard when he put it between my lips. As soon as I felt his dick in
my mouth, I started rolling my tongue around the head. Instantly, I
felt his cock grow harder and harder. But I had forgotten that this
was the guy with the long, skinny dick. As his dick grew, the head of it
went right for the back of my throat. I was afraid I was going to
choke on his cock, but luckily he pulled back before it reached my
tonsils. I sucked eagerly on his cock, as he rocked back and forth,
fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. He must have been very horny
because it didn't take him long to come. I could feel his dick grow
very stiff. Then he pulled out, and he jerked his cock off, spewing his
load into my open mouth, and all over my face.

	"Mmmmmmmm," was all I could say as I felt the boy's warm
	cum all over my face.

	"That is one fucking hot chick, dude!"


Graduation Day:

Four years of high school finally passed. We were all dressed up in our
caps and gowns, waiting patiently for our names to be called so we
could cross the stage and accept our hard-earned diplomas. When
they called my name, I walked over to our principal, took the diploma
with my left hand and shook his hand with my right. Before I left the
stage, I turned to the auditorium full of people...and dropped my robe.
Have you ever heard a thousand people gasp all at the same time? I
did. I stood there naked, bald pussy and all, for everyone to see. Not
only did I hear the crowd gasp, I heard a few catcalls and wolf
whistles, too. The senior boys gave me a standing ovation, and Mr.
Martin just sat in the front row and applauded. My parents were
mortified, as I picked up my robe and left the stage.

I'm getting ready to go off to college now. I've already had a chance
to scope out the college and the surrounding area. I think I may
already have a lead about a possible part-time job while I'm there. Of
course, I have to turn 18 first. There is a club that's hiring exotic
dancers. I like the idea of having a job where I could do something I
liked doing, something I am good at: showing my body to men. And to
get paid for it, too!

So, if you're ever nearby, I hope to see you. And I really hope you see
me, too.

The End

Stories by Schulzie specializes in stories about teens, incest,
exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation and oral sex.

http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/schulzie.htm


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