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Debbie's Pussy Power
Pussy Power
How it all started
Hi, my name's Debbie. I'm an 18 years slim(ish)
hairdresser with a 36B 25 35 figure. My friend Vanessa has talked me
into writing this but I can't type and don't have a PC. So, I've
written a lot of notes and Vanessa has typed this from them.
When I was 15 I discovered that I had this 'power' over men. I've never
really been the shy type, I suppose that's something do with the fact
that my died when I was 8 and my dad had to bring me up on his
own (no brothers or sisters). I'd had to 'grow up' quick too as my dad
had managed to keep his job and look after me. I suppose I missed out
on the little chats about what little should and shouldn't do that I
guess mothers give their daughters. I was a 'latch key' kid who had to
do a lot more of the household chores than most kids do. Not that I'm
complaining, I've always got on well with my dad and he never hit me or
anything like that.
By the time of the big discovery I'd had a few boyfriends and been
groped a few times but I'd never had full sex. Of course I knew all about
it and talked to my friends about it lots of times but I'd never really
been interested in it (sound weird now). On a couple of occasions my
boyfriend has persuaded me to wank him but I (foolish girl) hadn't really
enjoyed it.
Anyway it was one evening and I was going to a party at Linda's house.
Dad was telling me that I had to be back home by midnight but I knew
that the party would go on for a few hours after that and I wanted to
stay until it finished. As I was having a shower I was feeling unhappy
about dad's deadline and I thought that I'd have one more go at trying
to persuade him to let me stay 'till it ended. After I dried myself I put
my robe on and went straight downstairs to try again. He was sat in his
big armchair watching television wearing only a T-shirt and his boxer
(nothing new). I went and sat on his lap and put my arms round his
neck and my legs over the side of the armchair. I love my and I'd
used that technique to persuade him hundreds of times before.
What was different that time was that I was by then a full-grown woman
wearing only a robe. My bare legs were visible right up to half way up
my thighs and the short robe meant that my naked backside was on his
lap with only his boxer shorts between his cock and my pussy. I'd only
been there a couple of minutes when I realised that he was getting a
hard-on and his face was getting red.
Then it hit me; my dad was getting sexually excited because my scantily
clad body was on his lap. My brain was in over-drive. If my body had
that effect on my dad, could I use it to persuade him to let me stay out
late? My body is just something that I have, it's not the real me, that's
inside me. It's not exactly the body that I would have chosen, but it will
do. If I could use it to get what I wanted from my dad then perhaps I
could use it to get other things in life.
Those few seconds that it took for me to realise that changed my whole
outlook on life. I was starting to see signs that my dad would relent and
let me stay out late so I started wiggling around on his lap. He was
getting redder and redder. By the time dad gave in and said that I could
stay out late, my robe was gaping open and when I looked down I could
see my and my hair. If I could see them then my dad must
have been able to see them as well. Not only that, my sexual awakening
had left my all wet and his cock pressing onto it through just his
boxers (poor man). I gave my dad one last big hug and went back
upstairs to get dressed.
The party was okay but my mind was pre-occupied by my new
discovery. My life changed that night and being the typical selfish
teenager I took advantage of my father. I used my body to get just
about anything I wanted. Not the materialistic things, my dad isn't well
off and I would never make him 'give me his last rolo' if you know what
I mean.
In a way my dad's life improved that night as well. I started letting him
'accidentally' seeing a lot more of my body, especially when I wanted
something. I stopped closing bedroom and bathroom doors and taking
my time getting dried of changing clothes. I noticed him watching me a
few times, but I just pretended that I hadn't seen him. I started sleeping
in the nude and wearing just a short T-shirt around the house. When I
think back he must have had some fantastic views of my naked backside
and pussy.
I also discovered the joys of masturbation round about that time. I
guess that I really was a late developer. Letting my dad see me naked
was making me horny.
Things at home went from being good to being very good. Both dad and
me were happy with the new me. After a few weeks of getting dad to
agree to almost everything that I wanted. I started thinking about how I
could improve things at school. I'd already decided that I wanted to
leave school as soon as I could and get a job and start earning some
money but to stand any chance of getting a reasonable job I needed to
get good grades.
I was in History one day and was as bored as ever. I've never liked
History and was never any good at it. My mind was drifting miles away
and I started remembering some of the times that I'd let my dad see my
pussy. All of a sudden there was a loud bang and I came back down to
earth. I looked at the teacher and realised that he was looking at me. It
was then that I realised that my knees had opened up and with me
wearing a short(ish) skirt that had slid up my thighs as I'd slouched
down in the chair, the teacher must have been able to see right up to
my knickers. Being the tease that I now realise I am, I let my knees
open up even more. The teacher must have been able to see my white
cotton knickers and the wet spot that was growing on them. For the rest
of the lesson I opened and closed my knees quite a lot.
At the end of the lesson I stayed back and told the teacher that I knew
that History wasn't my best subject and that I really wanted to improve
my grades. I asked him teacher if he knew what I could do to improve
them. In his usual 'stuck-up' tone he said that I should continue to sit at
the front, that students usually concentrate better when they're sat at
the front. He said that I should be more 'open', show teachers what
hidden talents I had, what I was hiding beneath that outer shell of mine.
All the time that he was saying that his eyes were looking down at me
legs. I knew exactly what he was saying and what he wanted me to do.
The crafty sod had said it in such a way that it could be taken two ways,
one that could get him into trouble and one that couldn't.
Just to make sure that he understood that I understood what he was
saying I said that I understood that if I kept showing him my
talents then I would get good grades. He said that we understood each
other and that he was sure that with similar effort, all my grades would
improve. As I was leaving he reminded me to sit at the front for the
next lesson and said that he would see how I got on.
My heart had been pounding all though that conversation and it wasn't
until the next day that I realised that he was telling me to flash my
knickers at other teachers as well.
When I went to the next History lesson later that week I'd gone to the
toilet first and rolled-up the top of my skirt a couple of times to make it
shorter. By the time I'd sat down and slid down the chair I could just
about see my knickers never mind him. I kept my knees apart for most
of that lesson and on the way out I asked the teacher if I had improved.
He said that I had and if I made more improvements I'd soon be getting
top marks.
Just before I went to History the next week I went to the again. I
was feeling excited (and wet) and after I'd had a and pulled my
knickers back up I suddenly had the urge to take them right off. I'd
already rolled-up the top of my skirt and as I walked to that History
lesson I felt very naked, but at the same time excited and wet.
At first I sat there bolt upright and with my knees firmly together. The
teacher looked disappointed and kept asking me questions. Although I
didn't have the right answers I relaxed a bit and before I knew it my
knees were open a bit. I opened them more so that the teacher could
see my and kept my eyes firmly on his. You should have seen his
face when he did look. He stopped talking and stood there with his
mouth open for a few seconds before talking garbage for a while. When
he did start talking sense again, not only was there a smile on his face,
but I was feeling good as well.
Just before the lesson ended I waited until he looked again (didn't have
long to wait) and I put my hand under the desk and scratched my
pussy. When I'd done I lifted my hand up and looked at my very wet
finger. As I was leaving the lesson he called me back and said that I had
done very well and that if I continued making similar improvements then
he was sure that I'd soon get top marks.
Over the next few weeks I continued to take my knickers off before
going into History and then putting them back on again afterwards. I
even started playing with myself a bit when the teacher was looking. I
didn't do it too much because I didn't want to have an orgasm in the
middle of a History lesson.
One night after flashing my at both my History teacher and my
dad (as I walked naked from the bathroom) I got the urge to try
something else to try to get that elusive A+ grade. I went back into the
bathroom and borrowed dad's razor. I spent the next 10 minutes
shaving off all the hair on my body below my neck. I'd borrowed dad's
razor to do my armpits and legs before, but not my pussy. I nicked
myself a couple of times and I felt a bit 'raw' afterwards, but I gave
myself an orgasm before I went back to my bedroom. Unfortunately dad
had gone to bed by then so he would have to wait to see the new me.
I felt even more exposed and excited the next time I took my knickers
off to go into the History lesson, but you should have seen the face of
the teacher. Again I sat upright with my knees firmly together for the
first half of the lesson but when I did open them and the teacher saw
me he just about choked to death. One of the other kids had to go and
get him a cup of water before he could finish the lesson. I got my A+.
While all this had been going on I'd stopped caring about whether or not
any of the in my class saw me naked in the gym changing room –
not that I'd really been bothered before, it was just that all the other
girls always covered themselves as soon as they could, so I did. I'd
started taking my time getting showered and dressed and always took
ages to dry myself. At that stage I didn't think that I liked other
(sexually that is), but I discovered that getting showered with other
always left me with one slight damp spot that I couldn't really dry with a
towel. Anyway, when I shaved for the first time I didn't think about
getting changed after games, it was only as we were walking towards
the gym that I thought about it. By then it was too late but I found that
having other stare at and whispering about my bald pubes made
me more confident and excited. As I walked home that night I resolved
to shave every day.
I should have realised what would happen but I didn't. I was quite
surprised a few days later when I was walking down the busy main
corridor in school. One of a group of pointed to me and said to his
mates "That's the who shaves her cunt." One of the in my class
must have been telling her boyfriend or about me. At first I was
shocked, but during the next lesson that shock turned to excitement and
I had to go to the and frig myself after that lesson.
The Easter Holidays
It was getting near to Easter and the end of term. A few exciting things
happened to me that Easter. In the few weeks up to Easter my dad had
started returning the 'favour' to me and had stopped shutting doors. I
saw him naked a few times, including once in the bathroom when he
had a hard-on. I stared at it for ages before he realised I was there and
got into the shower.
The biggest event was me losing my virginity and then going to a
concert. Another was Katrina 16th birthday party. My daily paper-round
got more interesting and I experimented with round long objects. I also
had a bit of fun at the swimming pool - twice. I'll try to remember them
in chronological order.
On the Friday night before the first weekend of the holidays it was
Katrina's 16th birthday party. I went wearing some baggy shorts and a
blouse that tied in the front. No buttons. Katrina's had gone
away for the weekend and left her and her to look after the
place. Half the class from school were there together with quite a few
that I didn't know. A lot of people had resorted to sitting on the floor,
including me and one of my mates who I was talking to.
A number of had come over and asked if they could get me a drink
and then as a second thought, asked if they could get Trisha (my mate)
a drink as well. I asked Trisha why they all asked me first and she
pointed to my shorts and asked if I'd forgotten to put any knickers on.
Trisha couldn't see from the angle she was at, but the lads obviously
could. I told Trisha that I hadn't forgotten to put knickers on. What I
didn't tell her was that I had deliberately not put knickers on. I
wondered just how much of my bald they could see.
We were all drinking, but I certainly wasn't drunk, Gemma was though.
It was obvious when she came over to us and plonked herself down next
to me. A short while later she passed out. I tried to wake her but she
was gone. About 10 minutes later 2 lads came and picked her up saying
that they would take her upstairs to sleep it off. Neither Trisha nor
myself thought anything of it and carried on talking.
A bit later Trisha saw someone she had to talk to and I decided to go for
a pee. As I was walking along the landing I looked into the bedroom that
had its door partially open and the light on. What I saw shocked me.
There was Gemma and the 2 lads. Gemma was flat-out on the bed with
her top round her neck and her skirt round her waist. Her knockers were
down round one ankle. One of the lads had his face at her and the
other was having a wank over her face. I stood there mesmerised until
the lad wanking came. His went all over her face. That brought
me back to reality and I quickly went to the bathroom.
As I was I thought about what I'd seen. I'd never much thought
about oral sex and never been eaten before. I was still in a bit of a
trance when I went downstairs and plonked myself down on the floor. As
I sat there drinking, I decided that I might try passing out and see if the
same thing happened to me. I lay back against the wall and over to one
side to wait and see. At one point Katrina came and tried to wake me
but I didn't respond. I was just about on the point of 'waking-up' when I
heard the 2 lad's voices. My heart started pounding as I felt myself
being lifted up and carried upstairs.
As I was dropped onto the bed I felt my arm hit someone. I guessed
that I was next to Gemma. One of the lads tried to wake me, but I
ignored me. I nearly 'woke-up' when one of them slapped me on the
face, but I managed to ignore it - just. I heard them discussing what
they were going to do then I felt my top being untied and my shorts
opened and pulled down. Next I heard one of them tell the other that he
was right, I did have a bald pussy. My shorts were taken right off and
my legs were opened wide. My heart was really pounding and my
was aching for attention. I could feel my juices leaking out.
There was a long gap before anything happened, then one of them told
the other that he wanted to fuck me but he was scared that I might be a
virgin and bleed on the bed. Half of me was disappointed by that, but
the other half wanted him to fuck me, I was randy and wanted sex.
They decided that one of them would start on my lower half and the
other on my top half and then swap over later. After a short pause I felt
warm air being blown on my and I nearly gave the game away
when what must have been his tongue licked my clit. The feeling was
fantastic and I'm sure I moaned out loud. There was another pause
before I felt the tongue again.
I was in heaven and when something touched my mouth lips I
automatically opened my mouth and the other lads cock went into my
mouth. I couldn't stop myself, I started it. The lad was a bit
surprised and told his mate so. Within minutes I had a mouth-full of his
cum. I had all on to it without choking and 'waking-up'.
Whilst I was sucking, the other lad was doing an amazing job on my
pussy and one of them was playing with my tits, my nipples were aching
as well as my pussy. It wasn't long before I couldn't resist any more and
I came. It was weird and extremely thrilling to be cumming in front of 2
unknown lads whilst pretending to be unconscious. I couldn't feel either
of them touching me as I came, so they must have just been watching
me shaking and moaning. But still (I don't know how), I managed to
stay 'unconscious'.
Just as I was calming down I felt another hard cock touch my face, I
opened my mouth and in it went. This cock wanted to go down my
throat and I had all on to relax enough to let it. It felt as if it were going
down right into my stomach. As I started I felt another tongue
start on my pussy. This ones teeth found my clit as well and it wasn't
long before I was cumming again, so was the cock in my throat. How I
stayed 'unconscious' I will never know. The cock in my throat was
getting soft and I was getting back to normal. I heard the lad's say that
they'd never heard of a cumming while she was unconscious. I still
haven't.
When they'd done with me they pulled my shorts up and fastened my
blouse and left me. When I heard the door shut I opened my eyes and
looked at Gemma. She was still out of it so I lifted her skirt up and
pulled her knickers down. I wanted to know what it tasted like to eat a
girl. I didn't get her to but I did notice a nice taste developing in
my mouth. I waited about an hour before going back downstairs and
pretended that I'd just woken-up. The 2 lads were still there and I
smiled at them, but neither of them came over to me.
At the time it seemed a bit weird eating another girl, but it was nice. I
don't think that Gemma ever found out what happened that night.
The next day I slept late and then went to go to bed early. As I was
walking back to my room with just a towel round me, I saw dad in his
bed reading and went in to see him to tell him about a concert that I
wanted to go to. At first he said "No" so I lay on the bed next to him and
started saying, "Please daddy." Before I knew it we were messing about
like we used to do when I was a little kid. You know the innocent type of
stuff, little kid climbing all over a parent tickling each other. Well, the
next thing I remember was being on top of dad, facing him with my
knees either side of him. Not only had my towel come open at the front
and was down round my hips, but the quilt that had been covering dad
was down at the bottom of the bed.
Like me, dad slept in the nude and when we stopped to get our breath
we both realised what position we were in. As we just stared at each
other I felt his cock get hard and start pressing against the crack of my
bum. When it stopped growing I lifted myself up and let his cock fall into
its natural position, which was just where my was. Still staring
into his eyes I lowered myself down so that his cock found the entrance
to my pussy. Dad started to say something about us not doing anything,
but I continued to slowly lower myself down onto him. I felt a sharp bolt
of pain as I lost my virginity, but boy, did it feel good.
I slept with my dad every night for those 2 weeks before he finally put
his foot down and told me that it was wrong and that it must stop. I
knew he was right even though it was good, so I let him win that little
battle.
I'd discovered sex and wanted to experiment. I think it was the first
Monday when dad and me had had a 'quickie' before he went to work, I
was feeling a bit frustrated and wanted more. I lay in bed thinking what
it would be like to have different things inside me. I'd heard at
school about candles but we didn't have any, so I got up and went
looking for something to use. I'd also heard someone mention a carrot
so I went downstairs and into the kitchen. As luck would have it we had
some. I tried a small one first. It went in easily and I got myself worked-
up well with it. Next I tried the biggest one we had, bigger than dad's
cock. I was surprised how easily it went inside me. I made myself
with that one but still wanted more. I looked at the cucumber that was
in the basket and thought that it was too big, but one end started small
and then got bigger. I sat back on the edge of the kitchen table and
eased in it. I'd just got the part in when I saw someone at the
kitchen window (the kitchens at the front of our house).
It was the postman and he was holding up a card and a pen. Shock and
embarrassment both hit me at once. I quickly pulled the cucumber out
and grabbed the kitchen towel. It wasn't very big and I had to hold it to
keep it in place. It just about covered my and pussy, but it didn't go
far enough round me to tuck the end in. I just stood there staring at the
postman thinking what to do. He obviously wanted me to sign for a
letter or something. After what seemed like an eternity I went to the
door and opened it. The postman was stood there with a big grin on his
face. Before I could say anything he thrust the card and pen at me and
asked me to sign it. As I grabbed it the towel dropped. It was too late
then, he'd already seen me more than naked so I scribbled my name,
gave him the card and pen back, grabbed the letter and slammed the
door. My heart was pounding for ages before I calmed down and
realised that I had really enjoyed the whole thing. My was wetter
than before and that dull ache was so strong that I was close to
cumming.
In the afternoon, as the weather was nice, I decided to go for a walk in
the park wearing a short(ish) skirt, jumper and denim jacket. No
knickers. As I went out of the house I felt the fresh air blow up my skirt
and onto my naked, shaved pussy. What a fantastic feeling. The tingling
in my was brilliant. As I walked down the street I was very self-
conscious and kept imagining what the people I was passing would say
if they knew that I didn't have any knickers on. I met a neighbour who
said "hi" and started to talk to me. I'm sure that I went a bit as I
though about what he would say. At the same time the tingling was
getting stronger.
In the park I went to the kids play area and sat on one of the swings.
There were no kids there but there were people walking passed. As I
went back and forwards (forwards was the best), I felt the air rush
against my pussy. I opened my legs as wide as the swing would let me.
A lad that I vaguely knew from school (a couple of years younger than
me) rode passed on his bike and must have seen right up my skirt. He
was staring at me and then he turned round and came back to me. He
stood in front of me as I went back and forwards. His eyes were firmly
fixed on the tops of my legs. As I looked at him he was trying to talk to
me, but he wasn't making much sense. I was enjoying his
embarrassment and fascination.
I heard an ice-cream van and the lad asked me if I wanted one. As he
rode off to get it he said 'don't move', but I did. As I saw him riding back
with 2 ice creams in one hand I got of the swing and walked towards a
seesaw. He had a disappointed look on his face as he gave me the ice
cream. He needn't have worried cos I got on one end of the seesaw and
told him to get on the other (a see-saw is a plank of wood pivoted in the
middle so that the person on one end goes up while the other person
goes down). He must have had a perfect view of my as we went
up and down. Poor lad was talking utter garbage. In the end I got up,
thanked him for the ice cream and left.
At one place in the park there is a crossroad of paths with a seat set
back about 5 metres from the path. I went and sat there for a while to
enjoy the sun and perhaps to flash my at anyone who passed.
While I was there only 3 went by. One was an walking his
dog, he smiled at me and said, "hello, nice out isn't it?" as he stared at
me. The second was a middle-aged out jogging, he nearly ran into
an woman as he stared at me. He came back a few minutes later to
have another look. The third was youth of about 18 who came over to
me and stared chatting to me. The conversation got a little too personal
for me and I just walked away from him. I guess I was living a bit
dangerously and looking back I think I was a bit stupid.
When I got home it was time to do my paper-round. Without really
thinking (or perhaps I was), I got my bike out of the garage and rode
off. Wow, I'd ridden my bike in a skirt before and I suppose that I must
have felt the saddle through my knickers before but the experience that
day was something else. My skirt was hanging over the back of the
saddle and my bare, bald was on the saddle. As I peddled along
the saddle seemed to be getting further and further into my pussy. I
was quite hot and flustered by the time I got to the newsagents and the
man asked me if I was okay. I said I was, but he insisted that I sit down
for a while. He asked me if I wanted something to drink and went and
got me a coke. As he came back to me I'm sure he was looking up my
skirt. He never asked me for the money for the coke, which was a
surprise as he's got a reputation for being a tight fisted git.
After I finished the coke I said I was okay, picked up my papers and left.
Getting on and off my bike doing the round was quite an experience and
by the time I got home I was very close to cumming. I went straight to
my room and finished the job. I did my paper-round in a short skirt and
no knickers for the next few days, right until the weather went cold
again. I would certainly recommend to cycle with no knickers, it's
great.
I was looking for other places where I could flash my pussy. I wanted
somewhere where I would be safe, but could still have some fun. I
thought about the swimming pool and decided to go. I hadn't been for
well over a year and didn't have a costume that fitted me. The last one
that I'd used was a bikini that would have been way too small for me by
then. I thought about going any buying a new one as I tried to get into
the one. As I untied the sides to make the bottoms big enough I had
an idea. In the past I'd always fastened the cords so tight and with
double knots, that there was no chance of either half coming off. If I
fastened the cords loosely then I might just have some fun. I practised
fastening the bottoms looser and higher and lower on my hips. In one
position I discovered that I could get the gusset to hang down leaving
my partially exposed. I also cut the lining out of the top and
bottoms.
When I got to the pool I put the bikini on and looked at myself in the
mirror. It took me ages to pluck up the courage to go out of the
changing rooms and when I did I jumped straight into the pool. As I did
I felt the top come up off my and I quickly pulled it back on. I
slowly swam up and down for a couple of lengths before relaxing. I
started experimenting with re-tying the cords on the bottoms to move
the triangles of material to one side. I found that I could get them
fastened so that one lip of my wasn't covered. It felt good as I
swam like that. I even started swimming breaststroke on my back like
that and gave a a right eyeful. It was as I re-adjusting the bottoms
to see how far I could let the gusset hang down without losing them as I
swam along that I noticed a group of noisy lads get in the pool. I didn't
know any of them but that didn't stop them trying to chat me up. They'd
got a small ball with them and we throwing it to each other. They invited
me to join in. I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but one of them
seemed to deliberately make me have to jump to catch it. I hadn't really
thought about it, but I suppose it was inevitable. One time when I
jumped up my top came undone and half-floated off me. At first I didn't
realise, but the ball kept coming back to me. It was only when someone
else stopped and stared at me that I looked down and saw my breasts. I
quickly re-fastened my top. I asked of one of the lads how long I'd been
like that and he said "ages." When I asked him why he hadn't told me
he said that he was enjoying the view.
We continued for a few more minutes before one of them decided that
they were going to the coffee bar. They invited me along and as I pulled
myself out I was a bit disappointed that my neither half of my bikini
came off. Most of use walked to the coffee bar while one of them went
for some money. We sat round a table; all of us well back from the
table. I don't really know why, I guess that it was because the last
people who'd used the table left the chairs like that. I noticed that 2 of
the lads were looking down towards my so I looked. The thin lycra
was clinging to me showing the outline and curves of my lips. Not
only that, the material was off centre and one lip was partially visible.
When I saw that, I felt that tingle again and the material got a bit
wetter.
I was enjoying the lad's attention and the free drinks that they were
buying me. As they watched me and talked to each other I thought of
the phrase 'Pussy Power' and decided to exploit it some more.
Back in the pool we started playing tag and after a couple of minutes I
suddenly realised that the neck cord on my bikini was getting loser and
that my nipples were on show. What the hell, I thought and carried on.
All of a sudden it was my turn to be tagged and 2 of the lads pounced
on me. When they backed-off I realised that both halves of my bikini
were gone. I was naked. One of the lads dived down near me and came
up with my bottoms and then swam off. They all disappeared to
different corners of the pool leaving me to wonder what to do.
I played the innocent and asked them for it back and came out with all
the usual 'it isn't fair' etc. but they didn't want to know. The just kept
telling me to go and get them. I tried a couple of times, not caring if
anyone else noticed (there were about 20 people in the pool and one
pool attendant, a of about 30). In the end I thought right, lets have
a bit of fun and embarrass them a bit as well. I swam to the side
furthest away from the changing rooms and the pool attendant and got
out of the pool. I stood there naked with my hands on my hips shouting,
"That's not fair, will you lads give me my bikini back?" Well, anyone in
the pool who hadn't noticed by then certainly had then. The pool
attendant rushed round to me taking his off as he walked. When he
gave me the I held it against the bottom of my breasts. I could still
see my nipples and I'm sure that my wasn't covered. I watched
the lads as they let go of my bikini and pretended to be not involved. It
took ages for the pool attendant to get people to retrieve the 2 halves
and bring them to me. All that time I was stood there with lots of people
looking at my pussy, what a thrill.
When the pool attendant finally handed me my bikini, I gave him his
shirt back and stood there for a while waiting for him to say something.
His eyes were going up and down my naked body. Finally he told me
that he thought that I should get dressed so I turned round and walked
right round the pool to the changing rooms, with my bikini still in one
hand. I could feel my heart pounding and my tingling like mad as
all those eyes watched me walk out. Fantastic.
Over the Easter weekend dad and me were still making love and I
wanted to be with him. He took me to the seaside on the Easter Monday
and he was a bit shocked when he realised that I'd got no knickers on.
We had a long talk about and having sex with minors, but I
managed to persuade him to let us keep on doing it – for a while
anyway.
During the middle of the following week I went to the swimming pool
again. This time I went into the changing room which for a city as
small and as grotty as Derby, is quite big. I was a bit disappointed when
there was no one else in there. I'd taken my small bikini again and
fastened it so lose that it was just about falling off. As I jumped into the
water I felt the top rise up to my neck and had to pull it down. I very
slowly swam around and then floated on my back. It was easy for me to
pull the bottoms to one side so that even I could see my lips.
There was a group of and in there that were a couple of years
younger than me, who all had goggles and were taking it in turns to dive
down for something that they kept throwing. I'd backed up to the side of
the pool and was standing there, neck deep, watching them. It wasn't
long before whatever it was they were throwing landed near me. I
watched the lad dive down in front of me and it took ages for him to
come up. He'd spotted that my top was not covering my and
that my bottoms were moving around making it easy for him to see my
pussy. When the lad did come up he looked at me then went straight to
his mates and started whispering to them. The game was abandoned
and the lads all started diving in front of me.
After a while I got bored and swam away. At first they followed me, but
they soon got bored when I kept thing in place.
I soon discovered that it was easy to get the bottoms of my bikini round
my ankles just by pushing off the side with my feet. I did this a couple
of times in a quieter part of the pool and really enjoyed the feeling of
swimming just about naked. The feeling of the water rushing passed my
pussy was good. I did this once too often and they came right off. I was
frantically looking for them when I saw this swimming around
under water in front of me. The water there is deeper than I am tall and
I was having to tread water. I was using the legs open then closed
method and the must have been getting a right eyeful. When he
came to the surface right in front of me he asked if I had lost
something. I gave him some about the fastenings having come
undone, I don't know if he was listening, never mind believed me.
As he went down again I realised that my top was up above my
as well. That took ages to find my bikini bottoms and he spent
most of the time underwater right in front of me. I loved it. Eventually
he came to the surface with my bikini bottoms in his hand and gave
them to me. He said something to me but I can't remember what. I
decided that I'd better swim to a shallower part of the pool so that I
could put them back on when I could touch the bottom. Just as I found
the bottom of the pool I saw the pool attendant standing beside the pool
next to where I was. He shouted at me and told me to get out of the
pool immediately. I started to say that I couldn't because I still had my
bikini bottoms in my hand but he just shouted, "now." What could I do,
I got out and stood right in front of him. I looked down and saw that my
top wasn't in its right place either, my right nipple was very visible.
The pool attendant recognised me from the week before and threatened
me with all sorts of trouble if I didn't behave. Standing there naked, I
tried to argue with him but he didn't want to know. In the end he told
me to get out, so I slowly walked back to the changing rooms. Just
before I turned the corner I realised that it was very quiet in there so I
looked round. Everyone was just looking at me. When I turned the
corner I got a sudden urge and turned to face everyone. I was out of
sight of the pool attendant so I jumped up in the air throwing my arms
and legs out wide and shouted "Yes!" As my arms went up I felt my top
come up over both breasts.
Back in the changing rooms I took what was left of my bikini off,
collected my shampoo and soap and went to the showers. As I turned
the corned I saw that there was a and his little there.
They both had their costumes on, but I was naked. The stared at
me as I showered not caring that he was there. As I walked out I
noticed his cock had grown a lot bigger.
My Last Term at School
It was soon back to school and for my last term. I'd been thinking about
my success with the history teacher and been wondering if I could have
the same success with some of the other teachers. When I went into
history I'd forgotten to take my knickers off first and the teacher had
given me some disapproving looks and asked me some awkward
questions. I finally twigged that he wanted to look up my skirt, so I let
my knees open. By the end of the lesson he was smiling and I'd got a
wet patch on my knickers.
Even though I'd been thinking about it, I was still a bit shocked when
the history stopped me as I was leaving his lesson. He told me that I
had made a good start to the new term and that he hoped that I would
continue displaying more of my talents. What he said next was
the shocking part, he said that he was sure that I'd get higher grades in
some of the other classes if I were to show those teachers my
talents. I just said, "yes sir" and walked out. As I was walking home that
night I resolved to get more 'A' grades.
Some teachers were easier to flash at than others were. Making
progress with getting higher marks proved to be a bit complicated. I
didn't want to show my shaved to them straight away so I started
going a little bit further each time. As we had more of some lessons
than others, it wasn't long before I was getting confused as to which
teacher I was wearing knickers for and which I wasn't. In the end I just
gave-up and stopped wearing knickers at all.
A couple of weeks later my dad was at home when I got home from
school and without thinking I went and sat on the sofa and lifted me
legs onto it. Dad must have been looking because he asked me if I'd
been to school without any knickers. Without any hesitation I just told
him that I'd stopped wearing knickers. After a short pause he said that it
explained why he hadn't seen any in the washing lately. I then got a
little lecture about being careful and not giving any the wrong
impression. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I loved all the
attention that I was getting, although I think that he already knew that.
Shortly after the term started a lot of use went on one or two weeks
work experience. I got 2 separate weeks, one at a hotel out in the dales
and the other in a big office in town. The big office was boring. I'd gone
in all prim and proper on the first day (worn knickers as well). It turned
out that most of the staff were all quite and they only wanted me
there to do the filing and other rotten jobs. On the Monday night I
decided that I would liven the place up a bit and on the Tuesday (and
the rest of the week), I went to work in my shortest skirt, no bra and no
knickers. You couldn't see my through my tops, but my nipples
stuck out. You should have seen the faces of some of the fogies
when I bent over or reached up. I didn't get much of a thrill (well not
that much) from it, but I did get a few laughs.
The hotel job was fun. Because it was out in the middle of nowhere I
had a little room to sleep. I had to share it with one of the waitresses.
She (Gail) was quite a laugh. She knew how to enjoy herself and twice I
woke up to hear her at it in her bed with some or other. One night
after we'd finished in the restaurant we went for a drink in the bar and
then for a swim in the hotel pool. It had been closed but Mike (another
one of the staff) opened it up and the 3 of us went skinny-dipping. Mike
didn't look at all surprised when I took my uniform off to reveal nothing
on underneath. I think that Gail must have told him. She'd watched me
get dressed and undressed and asked me if I enjoyed not wearing
underwear.
Anyway, It felt good swimming in the nude and I watched Mike fuck Gail
as she lay on the side at the shallow end with her feet in the water. Mike
has a big cock. He asked me if I wanted some of it but I said that I was
happy just watching. I was sat on a chair behind Gail as they fucked.
Mike was watching me play with myself.
One Saturday that I went into town I had to buy myself some new
shoes. Dad had given me some money, but not enough for the shoes
that I wanted. I was looking at the shoes when a middle-aged
came up to me and asked if he could help me. I was a bit startled, as
my mind was miles away and I must have jumped a little. When I
turned round he was a nice enough looking and I suddenly had an
idea, could I use my 'pussy power' to get a discount. I asked him if he
had the shoes in my size. He told me that he would go and look and
suggested that I have a seat. I looked for a seat facing a wall and as I
went to it I pulled up my skirt a bit. On the wall opposite where I sat
was a mirror, as I waited for him I crossed, then uncrossed my legs and
saw that when they were uncrossed I could see the front of my in
the mirror.
When the came back he gave me the shoes to try on. That threw
me for a second, I needed him to be down at my feet. After a couple of
seconds I asked him if he could help me. He got down on his knees and
started taking one of my shoes off. At first he didn't notice anything,
but when I lifted my other foot up he certainly did. His face went bright
red, but that didn't stop him looking. As he helped me on with the new
shoes I slid down the chair a bit so that he saw more, but not too much.
When he stood up to let me try walking in them I could see that he was
happy with what he saw.
I liked the shoes and wanted them so I told the that I liked them
but didn't have enough money. At first he said that the price was as
he'd told me, so I told him that I'd seen him looking up my skirt at my
pussy. I asked him if he liked what he'd seen. He went all and
quietly said that he had. I then asked him if he could give me a
discount. At first he said that he could give me 10% but I asked for 50.
When he didn't answer I told him that if he promised to give me the
50% he could help me take the shoes off and he could see a lot more.
He went redder and agreed.
I sat down again, but with my bum just perched on the edge of the
chair. With my knees about a foot apart I asked him to help. It must
have taken a good 5 minutes to get those shoes off and my ones
back on. All the time I could feel his eyes burning into my that
was getting wetter and wetter. That felt good and I got the shoes for
half price.
My grades certainly did improve over that term, but some teachers were
more demanding than others were. The English teacher had even
dropped a hint in open class when he had told everyone to 'let their
fingers do the talking' whilst we were answering his questions. He'd
been referring to us doing a long essay for one set of homework, but
when he was saying it he was staring at me (well, between my legs). I
was idly playing with my clit at the time. I knew what he meant and I
increased my finger movements until I came, right there in class. I was
surprised that some of the other kids didn't realise, especially when I
could even smell my sex. The teacher enjoyed it though and I got an 'A'
for my next homework.
I only managed to improve my grades where there was a male teacher.
There was only one woman teacher who looked as though she might be
interested and there weren't any rumours about any of them being
lesbians. I tried flashing my knickers at her, but she just ignored me.
PE was a different thing, some of the other commented on my lack
of knickers but I managed fob them of with some silly story. I don't
know (or cared) if the believed me. The main sports that we played
were hockey (not much because it was summer term), tennis and
athletics. I wore a little tennis skirt, which was interesting, but I always
had a good excuse for not doing things like the high jump or anything
else where I would have ended up on my back. I never felt that brave at
school, especially with a teacher around. Even so, some of the
knew that I didn't wear knickers and used to hang around me at times.
I'm sure they were hoping that I'd trip-up and go flat on my back or
something.
As the weather got warmer I started not getting changed before doing
my paper-round. All that cycling and getting on and off my bike with no
knickers on really made me excited and horny and most times I was all
happy and flushed when I got home. There's many the time that I used
to go straight to my bedroom any make myself cum.
Dad started to notice my flushed state. He knew what I was doing and
how good it made me feel. I lost count of the number of times that he
asked me if I'd enjoyed myself, or told me to concentrate on road safety
and not pleasure. At first I got a little embarrassed by his comments,
but in the end I used to tell him that I'd a couple of times (not true)
and I even told him street names. He did see me frigging myself
afterwards a few times though. As I said, I stopped closing my bedroom
door and a couple of times that I was at it, laid on my back with my legs
wide apart and skirt round my waist, he walked passed and stared in. I
was dying to invite him in to finish the job, but I didn't have the
courage. I don't think that he would have anyway.
During that term I got asked out by 2 or 3 boys. I a way I wanted to yes
because I wanted to get their cocks inside me, but I didn't. At the time I
reckoned that I had enough on my plate and that a boyfriend would
have made life a bit too complicated.
There were the usual school end of year parties. Ours was very boring.
So much so that a group of us went off to one of my mates houses. Her
parents were away so we had the place to ourselves. We found the
booze and all got quite drunk and someone suggested playing 'strip spin
the bottle'. I was only wearing a skirt, top and shoes and I remember
being naked first. One or two others ended up naked as well. I
remember us all laughing when one of the lads had to take his
underpants off and was embarrassed by his hard-on. The game ended
when one of the refused to take her knickers off.
After that I remember us dancing for a while (still naked or partially
naked). After that I must have passed out, the next thing I remember is
waking-up the next morning with a very sore pussy. No one could tell
me what had happened to me and none of them really wanted to talk
about it. I'd been fucked with something, I doubt that it had been one of
the lads. They were too pissed and I was quite dry; and I didn't get
pregnant.
Getting a Job
After leaving school I started looking for a job. I suppose I should have
started earlier, but dad said that I should wait until my exams were over
and I got the results. I didn't get good exam results, but I did get
excellent grades in some subjects. I told my dad that I was very
nervous in the exams. I used that excuse at job interviews as well.
In the 6 weeks between leaving school and getting a job I was very
lazy. I went for about half a dozen interviews before I finally got a job.
Well that's not quite true, I got offered 3 jobs and didn't want them.
The first was at a firm of accountants. The place looked okay and there
were a couple of there. The problem was that the
interviewing me was a creep. As soon as he opened his mouth I realised
that he was just going through the motions and had no intention of
offering me the job. Once I'd got over the annoyance I decided to have
a bit of fun. I'd dressed quite conservatively really, but without knickers.
We were sat at either sides of a low table and I could see him looking at
my legs all the time. "Right" I thought, "lets see what I can do." I
started un-crossing, then crossing my legs. The inevitable started
happening and my skirt started to ride up my thighs. Not only did I not
pull it down, but I made a big thing of the crossing and un-crossing. By
the time interview was over, not only had the got a real eyeful of
my and painful hard-on, but he'd virtually offered me the job.
Three days later I got a letter offering me the job, but by then I'd
decided that the place would have been too dull and boring.
The next interview I went to was at Derby's biggest department store.
I'd already decided that I didn't want the job before I went for the
interview but went along just for the experience and a laugh. It was a
warm day and I'd totally inappropriately for an interview, flared mini-
skirt and white tie front top. No underwear. The biddy of a
receptionist looked down her nose at me, but I was just hoping that it
would me a that interviewed me. It was, he was probably in his
mid forties and really fancied himself. The look of disgust on his face
when he first saw me was incredible and with a minute or so he'd
managed to get in some comment about the stores dress standards. I'd
already decided that I wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. I'd
pulled the chair that he'd offered me right back before sitting down and
did the full Sharon Stone bit crossing and un-crossing my legs. The poor
man's face was getting redder and redder. In the end he was trying to
find ways round the stores rules so that I could work there. I played
along with him for nearly an hour before I finally told him that I'd
decided that I didn't want to work there.
The third interview was at a Sainsburys supermarket. Again, I didn't
really want it and had turned-up 'inappropriately' dressed. The
man who was doing the interviews just couldn't keep his eyes of me.
Well my legs anyway. In the office where the interviews were being held
there was a round table with a chair at either side. As he led me in there
he moved the chairs so that they were both on the same side facing
each other. I'm sure that he only moved them so that he could see how
far up my skirt he could see. Well, I wasn't going to let that opportunity
go so I let him see the lot. I could see his cock straining in his trousers,
it was great. He offered me the job there and then and asked me out,
but I turned him down on both counts.
There was one more interview that I went to that I remember well. It
was in the office of a big firm of solicitors. Again, I hadn't really fancied
the job and had gone wearing just a short skirt, blouse and shoes. The
job was for a receptionist and as soon as I walked in I wished I'd
dressed smarter. The office was up some steep straight stairs and the
receptionist's desk was right at the top so that they could see down the
stairs. What I liked about it was that the desk wasn't really a desk, it
was a table. That's to say no sides, just 4 legs. Everyone walking up
those stairs would have a fantastic view of the receptionist's legs. I had
romantic visions of flashing my at every who came in and
finding a dishy, rich client who I could fall in love with.
The firm was run by a very nice middle-aged woman. There was a
photograph of her son on her desk. She told me that he had just
graduated from university and would be starting in the firm soon. I don't
know if it was the way I was dressed or the lack of qualifications, but I
didn't get the job.
Most of those 6 weeks that summer had quite reasonable weather.
During just about all of them I wore nothing more than a skirt, top and
shoes. I got a lot of pleasure doing my paper-round during that period. I
also teased the neighbour's teenage a bit as well. It all started
quite innocently with me sunbathing in the back garden. I was feeling
quite tired and lazy after a night round town and I lay on the grass in
my skirt and top. It had got quite warm so I went and changed into my
little bikini. After a while I noticed the upstairs curtains on the house
next door moving and a face appearing for a few seconds.
I started thinking and realised that there was no one around except for
these faces at that window. I went and got some sun tan lotion and dark
glasses then took my bikini top off and rubbed sun tan lotion all over my
top then legs. When I got up to the tops of my thighs I looked round to
see that no one else had appeared. As I look round I looked side ways
at the window. The 2 lads couldn't see me because of my sunglasses,
but I could see them. I then untied the sides and let it drop to the floor
before putting lotion on the bits that I'd missed. When I'd finished I lay
down with my feet facing the window. I positioned myself so that I could
see them, but they wouldn't realise because of the sunglasses
I had their full attention and after a couple of minutes I slowly opened
my legs to let the sun get to the inside of my thighs. The 2 lads kept
watching for about 5 minutes before the faces disappeared. I must have
dozed off because sometime later I woke-up and heard the lads
whispering. They'd come outside and were obviously looking at me
through holes in the fence. I smiled to myself and went back to sleep.
The next thing I knew was that my dad was stood over me telling me to
turn over before I got too sunburnt.
I'd also got into the habit of going round town with some of my mates a
couple of nights each week. Because of my skimpy clothes and the way
that I teased some of the men, my mates kept calling me a slut and a
prick-teaser. It never bothered me and after the first round each night
we never bought another drink. There was never a shortage of
trying to hit on us and a couple of times I ended-up going home from
some blokes house next morning. I even had one knee trembler in a
shop doorway. It was good fun, but nothing serious.
My 16th Birthday
This was at the end of August and I went round town with Trisha and
Gemma (I still hadn't told Gemma what had happened to her at the
party). I got a little drunk and staggered home, arriving at the same
time as my dad. He'd been out boozing as well and we were both
'happy'. I put the kettle on while dad went to bed. When I took him his
coffee he was laying there, in just his boxers, watching television. There
was one of these channel 4 sex programmes on and dad had a hard-on.
I was feeling randy and wasn't going to miss the opportunity. I put his
coffee down, whipped my top and skirt off and was on top of him before
he had time to object. He tried to stop me, but not too hard and we
slept together that night.
I woke-up before him and gently got him hard, then woke him as I
lowered myself down onto him. When my dad relaxes and enjoys
himself, he really knows how to please a girl.
That was the last time that I had sex with my dad.
My first full-time job
A couple of days later I went for the interview for the hairdressing job.
I'd decided that I fancied being a hairdresser and had dressed a little
less 'slutty'. The salon manager was a nice who kept looking at my
legs but seem all that bothered by my short dress. I got a phone call the
next day offering me the job. All the there wear white cotton
uniforms that fasten down the front with press-studs. Some of them
were getting a bit worn and I could see what a couple of the were
wearing underneath. The uniform that I was given was new and when I
wore it with nothing underneath no one could tell.
One bad thing about a full-time job was that I had to give up my paper-
round. It wasn't all bad, I went to work on my bike until the weather
made it too unpleasant.
I like my job, okay it's hard work at times, but we have quiet times and
we sometimes get some quite dishy in. I've been chatted-up a few
times and been out with a couple of them. I've found that some
just can't cope with a that doesn't wear underwear and flashes her
pussy. Others just can't get enough and some will do almost anything
that you ask for a quick flash. I went out with one bloke, for a couple of
months, who got his kicks from watching me flash other men. We'd be
in a pub or restaurant and he'd tell me to open my legs. Trouble was
that I was usually way ahead of him and already having fun. I've only
met one like Vanessa's Jon. He obviously likes what he sees, but I
can't twist him round my little finger like I can with most men. I think
that it's because he's quite happy with Vanessa.
Over the last couple of years I've never had to pay for a holiday (and
I've had a couple of really good ones), rarely bought a drink or a meal
(except when I've been out with my mates) and I've managed to get a
good, cheap flat to live in. All in all, Power was a brilliant
discovery for me. In general, are mugs, all it takes is a quick flash
of my and they'll do anything that I want. I just can't understand
why more women don't exploit this fact.