This is part 2 of a 3 part series.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

Mike
and Rebecca went upstairs to the master bedroom next to Jeannette’s room.  With their clothes still on, they cuddled
together on the king size bed and soon Mike was asleep.  Rebecca, however, merely dozed and continually
awoke to see Mike next to her, to smell his masculine odors, feel his warmth,
and remember how his face contorted with glee as she brought him to
orgasm.  She remembered how his hard
stiff member felt in her hand.  How he
told her what to do and how he responded to her strokes.  Her excitement and his closeness kept her up
falling in and out of erotic dreams.  In
one dream she couldn’t remember she thinks she might have orgasmed
herself.  Her panties and pants were as
wet as she had ever been.

 Eventually,
as if some survival instinct took over she rolled over, away from his body and
fell into a deep sleep.  It was late
morning when Jeannette finally came into the room.  She was still wearing her long t-shirt style nightie
(and nothing else!).  She crawled unto
Rebecca’s side of the huge bed.  She
crawled quietly so as to not wake both of them. 
She gazed at Rebecca all huddled up in her clothes.  She was truly a beautiful girl and you didn’t
have to be a boy to appreciate that.  To
think that she might still be a virgin, as Jeannette suspected, was
unbelievable.  Jeannette remembered
secretly listening and watching the two of them last night and every indicator
pointed to the fact that, at 21, Rebecca had NO experience with boys.  At 19, Jeannette had already had 3 boys – 1
being in his mid 20’s – and considered that she had a pretty broad experience
with them.

 She
felt sorry for her poor inexperienced cousin. 
Not only because she had so little experience but based on what she saw
last night, she had yet to receive any satisfaction with Mike.  Seeing her fully dressed merely confirmed her
suspicions. 

 “Psst.  Psst. 
Wake up sleepy head,” she whispered. 
She brushed her long silky brown hair off of Rebecca’s cheek.  Her fingertips glided along her smooth skin
and across her sensitive ear.  A smile
came across Rebecca’s face and Jeannette thought it was giving off light.  Jeannette leaned forward and kissed her.  It was not a sisterly kiss.  It was directly on Rebecca’s full pink moist
lips.  It wasn’t a long kiss but it
wasn’t a peck either.  It was enough to
send a chill through Jeannette.  A
tingling shiver that ran right into that place between her legs.

 Jeannette
was a bit surprised herself at the energy in the kiss and not sure if Rebecca
felt it too, she decided to go for another. 
This time her lips lingered, softly caressing her cousins still lips
until they responded to her.  Lips to
sweet lips with an energy that was hot.  
Jeannette had experienced the pleasure of another woman’s charms.  She and her best fiend in high school used to
teach each other about sex.  They
experimented with all phases.  They
kissed a lot.  They touched and rubbed
and brought each other to orgasms.  They
suckled each other and gave each other oral pleasures.  They even tried a vibrator but Jeannette
enjoyed the soft warm personal touches to that of any mechanical device.  She knew she wasn’t gay and she went on to
have three boyfriends but she also knew that there was pleasure in sex with
another woman too. 

 She
had not intended to come on to Rebecca when she came into the room but after
these initial kisses, her desire to continue with her beautiful cousin was
unmistakable.  She cradled Rebecca’s head
with her hands and closing her eyes, kissed her again.  This was a deep long lingering kiss that
Rebecca seemed glad to return. 
Jeannette’s fingers dove deeply into Rebecca’s hair, pulling her mouth
and face closer.  Gripping her head,
kissing her, Jeannette could feel her passion stirring.  She could sense Rebecca’s passion stirring as
well and she moved her body into a closer position, so that her breasts were
pressed against her and their legs were intertwined.  Her lips moved off of Rebecca’s and they
touched her cheek, then her neck and up to her ear.  Quickly kissing with soft lips around her
face, occasionally lingering here or there to spread some warmth.

 Rebecca’s
breathing became noticeably louder, and Jeannette caressed her shoulders,
rubbed her back, quickly unsnapping her bra, hugging the curvaceous form of her
cousin.  Jeannette pressed their bodies
together, moving her legs inside Rebecca’s. 
Pushing her thigh into Rebecca’s crotch and feeling her warmth.  Encouraged by this Jeannette began to
unbutton Rebecca’s blouse, switching her eyes from Rebecca’s face to a rather
demure glance at her own hands and down into Rebecca’s wonderful cleavage.  Rebecca looked a little stunned as though she
had no idea where this was going but Jeannette could tell that this little virgin
was enjoying it too much to stop. 

 Her
blouse unbuttoned, Jeannette pulled the material out of her pants and opened
both side panels fully exposing her pale soft smooth skin.  Her hands felt Rebecca’s warm flesh and found
their way to her bra covered breasts. 
With the bra already unhooked, it was relatively easy for Jeannette to
pop it off of Rebecca’s firm and full breasts. 
Her hand caressed the breast first by feeling its fullness, its
roundness, squeezing it gently.  Then her
fingers skimmed over her nipple and circled her sensitive areola.  Rebecca moaned and her body stirred with
Jeannette’s manipulations.  As Jeannette
continued, she again kissed Rebecca’s now moaning mouth. 

 Jeannette
was finding her cousin the most exciting woman she had ever been with – not
that there had been that many.  Her
moaning and the steady shifting of her body ignited her desires.  Rebecca’s breasts were so exciting to
hold.  They had a firmness and fullness
and softness that her own seemed to lack. 
Jeannette just loved the way that Rebecca’s nipple stiffened under her
touch and she could feel all the bumps around her elongated nipple tighten and
bloom.  She loved her lips and the way
she shyly but unmistakably was returning her kisses.  So soft, so gentle, so feminine. 

 Rebecca
was unwillingly moving her body.  Her
legs were running back and forth between Jeannette’s and her torso was slowly
moving from side to side.  This movement
woke Mike, who unaware of what was going on behind him, stretched and loudly
yawned.  His hands clasped together and
stretched over his head pulling his back and legs into a straight
position.  Jeannette’s kissing and
touching continued persistently.  When he
turned on his back and saw the two girls entangled, it was like being hit with
a cold pan of water.  His senses immediately
came to alert.  A little shocked, he
froze.

 “The
bathroom is over there, Mike,” said Jeannette. 
“Why don’t you use it and then return and join us.  Or at least watch us.”  And she returned to kissing and caressing
Rebecca.  Mike was frozen for a few
minutes.  He could feel his cock growing
but it was terribly uncomfortable in the tightness of his pants.  How did Jeannette know that about him, he
thought?  Soon he got up and went into
the bathroom, taking more time than he wanted but he had to calm down a little
before he could pee and that took him a while.

 When
he returned, Jeannette had removed Rebecca’s shirt and bra entirely.  She had worked her way down her body and was
kissing her stomach while unzipping the fly of her pants.  Mike also noticed that in the movement of
sliding down Rebecca’s body, Jeannette’s nightie had crawled up her torso
exposing her rounded ass.  Happy New
Year! thought Mike and a huge smile crossed his face.  He had no idea what was going to happen but
was thanking his lucky stars for this very moment.   Seeing Rebecca’s breasts and Jeannette’s ass
was pretty good alone but they were also going at it and he was certainly
enjoying that scene. 

 “You’re
just going to have to take your own clothes off, Mike.  That is, if you want to,” Jeannette said a
bit sarcastically.  By now she was
pulling Rebecca’s pants down over her hips along with her white cotton
panties.  Her mouth tasted each newly
exposed piece of Rebecca’s flesh. 
Rebecca reached over and took a pillow and put it over her face.  Like an ostrich it gave her a sense of not
being seen or not being present as her clothes were being removed leaving her
naked on the bed.  Mike’s reaction time
was clearly being affected by his inability to take his eyes off of the
wonderful unveiling in front of him, but he clumsily tore off his clothes.

 Jeannette
worked her mouth in between Rebecca’s legs and was slowly licking her swollen
lips.  She started very gently and very
slowly, forcing Rebecca to move her hips as a demand for more contact.  Jeannette obliged and worked her tongue in
between her lips into the fold of her slit, 
Up and down her wet soft tongue moved coming just below her enlarged
clitoral limb and just around the outside of her vaginal opening.  Her tongue rimmed her opening but did not
penetrate.  Rebecca could feel her tongue
stretching the muscle at the edge. 
Rebecca could also feel hands on her breasts, followed by a warm breath
and a wet kiss right on her nipple as Mike joined in. 

 Mike
kept his eyes open watching the way that Jeannette teased and played her tongue
around a large part of Rebecca’s genitals. 
He sucked on the perfect hard nipple before him while he watched.  Jeannette worked her tongue around Rebecca’s
clitoris, slowly, gently.  Rebecca’s
pussy was not shaved as many of the women her age did these days.  Her fine hair was a bit coarser down there
but still rather silky.  Mike was amazed
at how well he could see her slit and clitoris and pussy.  Perhaps it was because Jeannette had
moisturized it with her tongue.  Perhaps
because her lips were swollen with excitement and it parted like the Red Sea.  But Mike was enjoying his
view.  He realized that all of his
experience to date had occurred at night, in darkness, or at best with the
light from a candle.  Here in the bright
glow of daylight, mysteries were being revealed to him.

 Jeannette
continued her persistent lapping around Rebecca’s clitoris while she inserted
two fingers just inside her virginal opening. 
Slowly she pushed her fingers inside looking to see if her cherry was
still intact.  Meanwhile Rebecca was
beginning to cum.  She had mistaken
sessions of wet moisture generating excitement with actual orgasms.  It was not until this very moment that she
realized she had never experienced the real power of an orgasm.  She moaned very loudly as everyone began to
give it to her.  Mike’s slurped on her
nipple pulling on the hard nub and letting it go repeatedly.  Jeannette licked and lapped at her clit,
around it, over it, under it, moving as quickly as her tongue could.  Her fingers penetrating deeper and rubbing
inside where her G spot might be. 
Jeannette found no cherry to block her way and reached deeper.  Rebecca gasped and cried out and sobbed as
the multiple assaults on her sensitive parts overwhelmed her.

 “Stop
it!  Stop it!” she screamed and Mike
thought she might actually be upset.  She
put her hands on Jeannette’s head and pushed. 
Jeannette removed her mouth but for just a second until Rebecca stopped
pushing and dove back in for another smooch to the area of her clit.  Rebecca wriggled away and the pillow came off
of her face.  “I need a moment,” she
said. 

 “That’s
the attitude cuz” kidded Jeannette because in a minute you are going to have to
let Mike fuck that pretty pussy of yours. 
Can you wait one minute, Mike?” 

 “I
don’t know,” he said.  “Just look at
me!”  He thrust his hips forward proudly displaying
his rigid member.  It did look stretched
to its limit but the smile on Mike’s face told the women he would wait.

Part 3 can be found HERE.

Ellen heard the announcement and it made her jump.  She quickly downed the rest of her drink as though the half a glass of tequila would help her through this.  Seemingly from out of no where two other girls joined her in the march to dressing room.  Every guy focused on the girls and as Ellen weaved her way between the tightly packed tables she felt her ass brush up against some of the boys.  She didn’t think it was accidental.  A few made comments either to her or to the other members of their tables about her.  She couldn’t make any of the comments out over the music but she could sense the leering lusty attitudes of all the guys.  After all, they were all heated up from watching the regular girls.  She wondered how many hardons there were in the audience. 

 

Stepping into the dressing room she was amazed at how nice if seemed.  There was a row of chairs facing mirrors with a couple of couches on the opposite wall.  There was even a sink.  It was a long narrow room and at the far end there were a few steps that led to a small platform with a curtain to the stage.  She looked at the other two amateurs.  She was surprised that she had not seen them before but then she was distracted by the twins show.  They were both fairly good looking and they both looked very nervous.  She asked them if they had ever done this before and both said no.  They introduced themselves as they waited for the manager. 

 

When the manager arrived he wasted little time.  Each girl would have three songs.  Start fully dressed and get down to your underwear by the end of the first song; bra off for the second song; and everything off in the last song.  Rough guidelines he said.  Does anyone want to back out?  The three girls looked at each other but said nothing.  The manger: you get to keep your tips and the most popular girl wins $250 and comes out for one additional set of three songs.  The guys are not allowed to touch you except to put a dollar in your garter.  Absolutely no touching above the garter.  You may touch them, but if they touch you and you allow it you will be disqualified.  Also, no masturbating on the stage.  You may touch your tits and put your hand on your pussy but no penetration and no rubbing your clit.  Any questions?  A silent pause.  Good luck.  Then he left.

 

There was a moment of confusion when the girls decided what order they would go in.  Ellen wound up last.  She was kind of glad because it gave her more time but then she wondered if she would get more nervous.  She was watching through the open curtain to the stage.  The first girl was dark, Mediterranean looking and voluptuous without being over weight.  The boys responded well to her and cheered when she took off her bra exposing her large plump breasts.  She was awkward though.  Not really a good dancer. And she left a lot of tips in the audience when she finished.  She didn’t seem to have the ability to move around quickly and pick up the money. 

 

Soon it was the second girl’s chance and she was so nervous that she was shaking.  She stayed positioned at the back side of the stage up against the full wall mirror that covered the back of the stage.  She was wearing a blouse that buttoned down the front and she would slowly open each button and dancing in between.  She was ignoring the guys sitting at the rail who were holding dollars for her.  By the end of the first song she had opened all of the buttons of her blouse and had flashed a few times but had taken nothing off. 

 

As the second song began the crowd began to encourage her.  A chorus of ‘take it off’ started softly and grew in volume and intensity.  For some reason Ellen found this very exciting.  That all of these guys men and boys wanted to see a naked woman.  But the girl on stage continued to tease.  She opened her blouse and held her bra covered breasts in her hands.  She swayed to the music.  The chant continued and as she opened the belt to her jeans and undid the top button, it seemed like everyone in the place was chanting.  Take it off.  Suddenly Ellen realized that the girl looked terrified and as the chanting continued it seemed to make her feel more scared.  She stopped and just stood there for a moment with her blouse open and the top of her jeans undone. 

 

A moan came from the audience and the chant began again but more insistently.  The girl suddenly broke into tears and ran off the stage almost falling down the stairs into the dressing room.  She slumped into one of the couches and sobbed.  Ellen went over put her arms around her comforting her.  “I just can’t do it,” she said.  Outside the dressing room you could hear another chant rising.  “We want tits.  We want tits.”  The DJ tried to calm them down and announced that the next girl was ready, “so let’s welcome “L” to the stage.  It was Ellen’s turn and there was no turning back.

 

She marched out on to the stage in a deliberate strut.  The chant gave way to an overwhelming cheer.  She strutted around the perimeter of the stage looking down at each of the guys seated at the edge of the stage.  She loved the cheers and the response the boys were giving her.  She moved to the center and swayed her hips deliberately with the music, pounding them to each side.  More cheers and she could see the money being raised up for her.  She marched over to one end of the semicircle where a young man about 22 had a dollar raised in her direction.  She turned around right in front of him and bent over so he could clearly see her black panties from behind. Then turning back toward him she reached out taking his money and dipping her breasts in close to him.

 

She started moving down the line, squatting in front of one man, opening her legs to the next, letting one put his dollar into her garter while she stared down at him, his eyes fixated on her panties.  When she got to the middle she turned her back to the audience and began to remove her tube top.  A few whistles went up and she changed her mind.  She turned back to the audience and with her hands on her hips she bumped a few rhythms with her hips.  Afraid that they might have a repeat the crowd quickly went into chant mode: take it off.  Ellen crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and lifted it over her head in one swift movement.  A cheer went up.

 

Ellen realized she had them eating out of her hand.  That they liked what they saw.  It gave her a warm feeling all over and made her pussy run with her juices.  She looked over to Adam’s table and while looking from Adam to Zeke to Jimmy, she slipped her thumbs inside the elastic waistband and lowered her skirt to the floor.  Each was encouraging her and she could tell from the lustful look in their eyes that they were all hard.  That was exciting she thought. 

 

Now in her black panties, see though black bra and garter she moved to the opposite end of the circle and started to collect her tips.  She primarily just put her leg out and let the guys put the dollar into her garter.  Moving down the line from guy to guy each seemed to be willing to contribute.  As she stood over them she would look lustfully into each boy’s eyes and touch herself somewhere for them.  Sometimes she would hold her breast in one hand.  Sometimes she would run her finger over her nipple.  Sometimes she would run her hand all around her hip and across her belly.  And sometimes she would place her hand over her black panties and run it slowly up while she looked deeply into their eyes.  The boys were touching her leg and many were caressing it a little.   She liked their touches and once she deliberately moved the garter higher up on her leg from a position of mid thigh to a position much closer to her panties.

 

She could feel the crowd getting closer.  Men came up behind those sitting at the stage and offered their dollars in between those who were seated.  Ellen was beginning to get very turned on.  Her insecurities about how she would do had melted away even as her dancing gave way to some sort of sexual movement around the edge of the stage.  Her legs were even shaking a bit.  She stepped back from the edge for a minute and removed her high heels.  Her legs were still shaking and she knew it was from being excited.  Could there be anything hotter than to be surrounded by a bunch of men who all desired her.  She knew she would be naked in front of all of them soon and she thought she almost couldn’t wait to have an orgasm.

 

The song ended.  She was amazed how long a song it was.  But that was her cue to disappear back behind the curtain to remove her bra. The girl from before was still there and seemed to be calm.  “How are you doing?”  “Oh I’m fine now.  Boy you sure have them eating out of your hand.  You are making me hot watching you.”

 

Her bra was off now and the next song had started.  The crowd was chanting, “We want ‘L’.”  She came back onto stage with her naked breasts held and covered by her hands.  She slowly walked around the edge of the stage looking at all the men who had gathered there. You could almost see their tongues hanging out.  She went to her favorite young man.  He was handsome and seemed completely in lust with her.  She knelt in front of him and took her hands off of her breasts reaching for his hand.  She held his hand for a moment in a very tender way and she removed the dollar between his fingers.  Then she quickly put the bill under her garter and returned her hands to her breasts.  She looked around for next most popular man and repeated this action a few times.

 

Then she returned to the middle of the stage, let her breasts hang free for everyone to see and danced.  Then stopped dancing and rubbed her hands up along her sides continuing until she reached her breasts.  She lifted each of her tiny breasts and brought her hands across her nipples.  Her nipples which were set in small reddish brown areolas were tight and taut.  That they were hard could be seen by people at the far end of the bar.  Her tits weren’t much but when her nipples got hard boy did they stand out.  And the guys loved them. They cheered and whistled as she touched them.  It felt good to Ellen to touch them and so she stood there for a few minutes looking into the audience and touching her naked nipples while they whooped and hollered at her. 

 

She saw Adam and he was smiling and hooting with everyone else.  She turned her back on the audience and slipped her panties down revealing her tiny g string.  Off course there wasn’t much to reveal of the g string from the back and her cute little ass was now fully exposed.  She moved closer to the mirror a bit and leaned into it bending her ass toward the audience.  Steadying herself with one hand on the mirror she took the other hand and traced a line from her ass to her clit.  Only a few could see her finger touch her clit in the mirror but she did it mostly for herself anyway.  A couple of traces, then back to collecting money.

 

She realized that there was too much money to collect.  Too many men holding too many dollars.  Almost all the spaces between the seated men were now filled with other guys from the table trying to get her attention.  She spotted Zeke.  How could you miss his enormous frame towering over a young man seated in front of him?  Ellen walked over to where he was took his dollar and thrusting her hips at him with her legs slightly apart, she traced her finger along the front of her g string.  She looked at him but he was only looking wide eyed at her fingertip as it spread her swollen lips under the cover of her tiny cloth patch.

 

People where trying to get her attention and she spotted one man holding up a $10 bill.  She quickly left Zeke to his imaginings and walked quite deliberately over to the seated man with the big bill.  First she rubbed her breasts and her nipples.  She took the bill from him and then sat down on the floor in front of him and spread her legs before him.  She took her g string in her hand and moved it aside to show him her clean shaven pussy.  He liked that so much he actually threw another ten dollars at her!

 

Ellen decided that she would simply operate from the floor for a while.  By rolling over she could move herself a few seats over and she started to work the collection this way.  She would spread her legs and let the boy reach up under her garter while she squeezed and played with her naked nipples.  Some of the boys were getting a bit daring in their touches but with the extra crowd around and her lying on the stage, she was sure the manager or the DJ couldn’t see what was going on.

 

The song ended and she stood up again.  It was time to remove her g string.  Her garter belt was packed with singles and so she emptied that out as well.  As she moved to the middle of the stage, she noticed the other girl was watching her intently from the open curtain to the dressing room.  She moved over to her, “Do you want to take this off for me,” Ellen asked her.  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly.  “Then come out here and do it.”  When she came onto the stage there was a smattering of boos and hisses.  But Ellen whispered something in her ear and then stood forward facing the audience.  The girl got in behind her bent down so her face was near Ellen’s ass.  For a moment it looked like she was hiding behind Ellen.  Then her hands reached around in front and from Ellen’s hips began rolling the g string off of her. 

 

The crowd went wild. They loved the idea.  And Ellen just defiantly stood and looked at her audience.  Lots of talking back and forth between them.  The girl was slowly pulling the g string off.  (It was a bit moist after all.  Soaking would be more accurate.)  The crowd cheered again as Ellen stepped out of it.  The girl behind her stood up and Ellen turned to her, thanked her and then surprised everyone by kissing her fully on the lip.  The crowd erupted again. My god, thought Ellen, I am so excited.  She turned around again as the girl left the stage.  It seemed as though every man in the place was trying to get at the stage.  She calmly looked them over gazing from one end to the other while she stood there stark naked in front of them.  Inside her heart was pounding and her knees were weak.

 

She looked over to her rich man and sure enough he was holding another ten.  That’s where I will start. She walked over to him wearing only her garter belt and put her hand on her pussy.  She slowly ran her hand up over her pussy.  She could feel how smooth it was from its afternoon shaving.  She stood right in front of him and with both hands she separated her pussy lips for him.  He dropped the ten at her feet and put another new one in his hand.  Ellen moved her fingertips up and down moving the skin around her clit without actually touching it.  She wondered if he knew how good it felt to her.  He dropped the second ten and pulled out another one. 

 

She knelt in front of him, and then sat back on her legs.  The crowd hid her from the staring eyes of the manager.  She took her garter belt and opened it for the man’s ten dollar bill and in doing so deliberately rode the garter up even higher.  It was now as high as it could go, the band right up against her crotch.  She had one section lifted as if telling him to slip it in under there.  Then she moved the opening.  She moved it from the top of her leg to the inside of her leg.  His hand took the ten and placed it under the band of her garter.  His fingers grazed her lips and lightly touched her clit.  She continued to show him some patience opening her legs just a little more for him and he slowly pushed his finger down her slit and into her wet hole.  There were only a small group of people who could see what he did because of the angle but they screamed in excitement and Ellen realized she might be getting into trouble.

 

She rose up, adjusted her garter to the original mid thigh position and while she was picking up her money, Mr. Rich dropped a grateful twenty, smiled at her and smelt his finger.  She again started moving around the rim collecting all the money before the music ran out.  She just placed her leg in between the boys and she had many hands putting the money into her garter.  While she did this she continued to look at the donors as she held her breast, played with her nipple or placed her hand on her pussy.  She was so wet, she almost thought of just giving in to the temptation to let the boys have their fun with her body but she could see now that the manager was straining himself to see what was happening.  All the hoopla had made him suspicious that Ellen was giving out more than she should.

 

So she kept moving from one group of hands to the next, touching herself as she went.  It was easy for her to look lustful because she had a desire like she had never felt before.  She was dizzy with the odor of lustful men wanting her.  And she was thrilled that they wanted her.  It was a high for her.  Very good for her ego.  At the same time she wanted to be used.  Her mind was wondering when she could orgasm as her hand went to her pussy again and she looked into the eyes of an older man who gave her a twenty.  She let him slip it into her garter just as the last song ended. Quickly Ellen picked up her clothes and money and left the stage after a quick bow. 

 

The crowd was still cheering when she entered the dressing room.  The girl had been watching her from the steps and backed up as Ellen came in.  She put an arm around Ellen and kissed her neck.  “Sit with me,” she whispered to Ellen.  Ellen saw that there were two other regular girls in the dressing room sitting at makeup tables.  She followed the other girl to a couch where the girl sat down and instructed Ellen to sit on her lap.  When she did the girl kissed her and put her fingers in between her legs.  Ellen thought what the hell, even though she had never been with a woman before and she spread her legs, reached down and started playing with her clit.  As she did this the other girl put her slid her fingers inside of Ellen’s soaking pussy and found her g spot.  She attacked it with two fingers while Ellen played with her own clit.

 

The two regular girls looked on through their mirrors well aware of what was going on.  “Amateurs!” one said huffily to the other.  Ellen didn’t care.  She was kissing this strange girl and rubbing her clit and feeling her fingers inside of her and coming.  And coming.  An explosive orgasm that was interrupted by the manager entering the dressing room.  Following him was the first Mediterranean girl.  He stopped a bit startled at what he saw and as soon as he understood what was happening he just watch as the girls finished.  When Ellen looked at him he had a big shit eating grin on his face.  “Liked that, did you?  Maybe you’d like to work here.  You can get off every night with one of the girls if you like.”

 

He turned to the girl under Ellen.  “Last chance deary, do you want to give it another try?”  She shook her head no looking down.  “Well then let’s all get dressed – that means you ‘L’ and we’ll go onstage to announce the winner.  That would also be you “L”.  You get to do one more set and after that you get your prize money.  Although you look like you did OK on your tips.  Perhaps we should deduct your tips,” he joked.  “I will let you girls circulate for a while with the customers.  If they want you to do a lap dance you take them to the V.I.P. Section along the wall. The cost is $20 a dance for one song and you split that with me.  So if I see you in the V.I.P area I expect $10 from you for every song you are there.  Same touching rules apply. They can touch you below the garter belt but no where else. You, of course, can touch them but no hands on their cocks.  Any questions?”

 

Ellen would collect her prize money that night after Adam let her do a series of lap dances for Mr. Rich and a couple of other customers and after she fulfilled her obligation of another set later in the evening.  All in all she came home with over $700 that night and enjoyed three of the best orgasms of her life but we’ll leave the tale of the other two for another time.

 

Part 3, A Very Private Dance, can be found HERE. (Don’t forget to comment.)

 

Now she knew.  She loved to pose for him in front of the camera.  Perhaps especially because she had never gone all the way.  Not with Jude, not with anybody.

 

She was almost 17 and still a virgin, although not because of some particular standard.  She was young and shy about her body.  It was only in the last year that it began to develop appreciable womanly aspects.  Her breasts were on the small size but brand new and they were growing quickly truly worth calling perky.  Her ass had rounded out a few years ago but with no shape to her top her womanly hips went unnoticed.  Now she had a nice petite hourglass figure.

 

In the past year, boys had started to watch her as well as older men.  She noticed them looking lustfully at her body.  There was nothing she loved more than some young, painfully shy guy staring at some part of her body.  Each day it seemed she had some experience that taught her more about how boys were seeing her.  She had one pimply faced kid stare at her legs one day when she was wearing a short dress.  She could tell that he especially hoped to get a look at her panties.  She was wearing a nice new thong so she let him get a few quick glimpses when she shifted her legs from one sitting position to another.   While his eyes were fixed between her legs, her eyes watched the lusting expression of desire spread all over his face.  She felt a warm flush spread all over her.

 

At other times boys and men would stare at her breasts whenever she wore a tight jersey, or when her nipples stood out or whenever she was braless.  When she wore dresses now she noticed men looking at her legs and her ass got a lot of attention when she wore her low riding ass hugging jeans.  If she exposed her belly the men were all staring at that.  It was just a little skin!  It seemed like all the men who saw her would stare at her and she began to wonder just how deep her appeal to the male sex ran.  

 

One time she caught the man in the house next door standing naked in front of his screen door with his pants down around his ankles and his pud in his hand.  He was staring at her while she showered outside in her backyard.  Even though she still had her bathing suit from sunning herself, she was startled and grabbed her towel and ran into the house.  She never told anyone.  She had known her neighbor for years and even though he was almost as old as her dad, she always thought he was a nice guy.  While she never saw him nude again, she did notice him watching her through her windows a lot of the time.

 

So here she was with Jude in his secluded back yard.  He was a year older than her but he was very shy too.  They’d known each other for years since their mothers were good friends.  And about 8 months ago they had started to date, although mostly it was just hanging around together.  A few times when they were alone they would make out and they each did a little fondling.   As the heavy petting continued it led to a need for Jude to find a release.  He once masturbated in front of her and she found watching him was both fascinated her and excited her.  After a while he would cum by rubbing against her spilling his hot sticky semen on her naked legs.  In all he had probably come with her about 10 times. She never let him take her panties off and she never gave him a blow job.

 

Jude wanted to become a photographer and he showed some talent for it.  Most of his photos were of sunsets, and landscapes and urban settings.  So here she was posing for Jude for the second time. It felt different than the first time.  The first time she was too shy and a little afraid.  Her poses were stiff, uncomfortable and clumsy.  It wasn’t until the end of the session that Jude’s joking with her about posing for Playboy and how he was going to send the pictures into them, and other silliness that got her laughing.  It got her laughing and posing silly and acting out.  And she started having fun with him.

 

Looking at the pictures later, she realized that these last ones were the best. Jude was snapping away rapidly while she was active and laughing and moving.  There were a few where her short school skirt got caught in the movement or she opened her legs and you could see her panties.  Jude told her how exciting he found this and he explained how he would use these pictures with her panties showing to masturbate.  She thought this was silly – that a boy could get so excited just seeing her panties.  They weren’t even sexy panties, she thought.  Jude told her then that they should do more of these sexy photos when she posed for him again.  She laughed it off but as each day passed she seemed to think about it more and more.  What she would wear.  How she would pose.  How she might look sexy.  She would try out poses in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom.  She even fantasized about getting naked for him and realized that the fun part was imagining each pose as each piece of her imaginary clothing was removed.  She even got completely naked and masturbated in front of her mirror.  She found watching her pussy being rubbed close up very exciting ad she had a monster orgasm.

 

This time she was more comfortable right from the start.  She uninhibitedly posed in suggestive poses and she was giving him her most sultry looks.  After much internal discussion, she came wearing a short pleated shirt with skin tight bicycle shorts under that and her tiniest thong beneath the shorts.  On top she wore a white lacy bra and a white blouse that buttoned down the front.  With her patent leather shoes she was obviously going for the schoolgirl look and succeeded.  She had spent many interesting hours thinking about how she might make each of these selections appear their sexiest.

 

She leaned against a tree in the bright sunlight.  She looked dreamily off into the corner of the yard.  Then directly into the camera, staring lustily.  She reached up and opened a button.  Click went his camera.  Another button.  Opening the v-neck wider.  It would require one more button she thought and after letting him click away a couple of times, she opened the next button.  It was half way to her belly button and it exposed a lot of her bra.  She did it slowly and could hear the snapping of the camera as she did it.  She looked at Jude and then really looked at him.  Her eyes roamed up and down him, sending a chill through the camera lens to him.  He was already getting a bulge in his pants. She laughed and commented on it.  “You seem to be enjoying this so far,” she said.  “Are you still thinking about submitting pictures to Playboy?”  “Sure,” he said.

 

“Well, what if I made you promise to keep them just between us, would you promise.  That way you could have pictures to wank off to when you go away to college.”  “OK,” he said wondering exactly what she planned to do.  “And one other thing, you have to give me copies of all the pictures too.  OK?”  He agreed and she made him say “I promise.”    

 

Leaning against the tree she moved left and right showing off her plump mounds in side views.  Then she leaned forward almost falling out of the open blouse and backward stretching the material across her breasts.  She pulled the blouse off of one shoulder.  Click, click.  She undid the last of the buttons on her shirt looking down, then at him.  She left the blouse on over her bra but pulled it from one side to another, then hands on her hips, then one hand.  Shifting her weight and the angle. Different poses designed to excite.

 

Her shyness seemed to disappear as she was getting excited.  She peeked at his pants and could see his bulge.  A warmness sprang to life within her.  She lifted one leg up against the tree.  Her skirt slipped to the top of her thigh but really didn’t show much.  Click, click.  Then she shifted her leg, opening her legs to show off her blue bicycle shorts.  Click, click.  Her hands moved to the hem of her skirt and lifted it, fully exposing herself.  Putting her hand on her crotch, she was laughing while he was beginning to sweat, his hard on becoming quite noticeable.

 

“Do you like my shorts?  Would you like to have them?”  She stood, putting her leg down and slowly reached up to the waistband on her shorts.  Her skirt fell in a half circle in front covering most of her private area while she paused for a few seconds slightly bent forward her ass protruding behind her.  Click, click.  She quickly pulled them down the length of her legs and for a second (click) left them in a ball around her ankles.  Click.  Stepping out of them she looked right into the camera and grabbed the hem of her skirt in her hands.   With a devilish look she lifted one side to expose her entire leg right up to the top of her hip.  Just flesh no panties shown.  Then she did the other side shifting her weight so the exposed leg stuck out. 

 

She turned her back to Jude’s clicking and bent forward.  The skirt rose but remained just below the orbs of her bottom.  Into a crouch, looking at him over her shoulder.  Click.  She lifted her skirt up about half way up her ass.  Just flesh showing, the strap of her thong concealed inside her twin cheeks.  Click.  She posed in a number of different positions all designed to expose her rear end to the camera that Jude held.  Standing with one hand on her hip holding her skirt so that one cheek was fully exposed while she smiled looking over her shoulder.  She eventually turned back to face the camera.

 

As she lifted her skirt from the front, Jude became aware that she had a thong on.  He was a little disappointed and she could tell.  She asked him if he wanted to take some close ups and he agreed moving to within a couple of feet.  She lifted her skirt to expose her white thong.  Click the camera held only a foot away.  In the front, her thong was a neat triangle.  Jude had never seen past her panties and today she had decided would be his time.  She felt in complete control and liked that.  She pulled on the top of her panties bringing the triangle together into a tight strip just covering the flesh of her pussy.  And her pussy was quite fleshy since yesterday she had shaved off all of her hair for the first time.  She felt so naughty when she was shaving and knew her mother must not find out. Click.

 

She ran a finger along the outside of the white strip of her thong and commented to Jude that she was wet.  “Can you see?” she asked.  Click, click, click.  “OK get ready,” she moved a finger under one side of her panties and slowly pulled them to the side, showing off her unshaven pussy.  Click, click, click.  The camera seemed to be having a seizure of sorts.  She manipulated her fingers so that she was holding her panties to the side and opening her lips very slowly, spreading them wide for Jude to see.  Her legs were as far apart as they could get while she was still standing.  To open them wider, she moved onto the grass where Jude had earlier placed a blanket.  As she moved to lie on the blanket she was encouraging Jude to follow her pussy to the ground keeping him close.

 

“Keep taking close ups, OK,” she said, realizing that no one could recognize a close up of her pussy.  She removed her panties.  Then put her legs straight up in the air.  Click he got one of her like that.  Click, he caught one of her ass while her legs were up.  Then he was back to concentrating on her pussy while she spread her lips wide wide open.  Her clit was prominently displayed much to her pleasure (and his).  Click.  She let go of her lips and put one finger in her hole – just a little because it was tight.  “I’m really wet in there.  Do you want to smell my finger?”  He leaned forward and his face moved very close to her pussy before she stopped him with her hand on his forehead.  “What are you doing?” she protested.  “I was just going to smell it,” he said.

 

She pushed his head away and put her finger under his nose.  “Here smell this.  You can’t go putting your face in my crotch like that, you know.  Eeow.”  “Can I touch it?” he replied, staring at her puffy pussy.  “Maybe later.  Enough of this for now.  Get back.”  He stood not sure what she had in mind, but glad he might get a chance to “touch it” later on. 

 

She was feeling quite aroused by this posing and teasing and decided she should stretch it out as long as she could.  She stood up and turned her back to him.  “Can you unhook my bra,” she said, “but don’t take my shirt off.”  He put down the camera and unhooked her bra.  She slid each shoulder strap over each arm and presto off came her bra.  Her unbuttoned blouse and her pleated skirt were both loose and she was completely naked beneath.  She felt so sexy.

 

For the next 15 minutes she posed in the most provocative way she could think of.  Opening her blouse she posed with her hands over her breasts.  She stretched the cotton material over her breasts while leaving a space of about six inches open in the middle.  She pulled her skirt down on one side exposing her entire hip while turning sideways to the camera and looking at the lens over her shoulder.  Lying on the blanket she placed both hands between her legs wantonly touching herself.  A flash of a bare breast.  A naked shot of her pussy covered only by her hand.  Lots of clicking.

 

Jude was almost unbelieving that this was the girl he had known.  He was having a little bit of difficulty moving around like he wanted to because his hard on was so awkwardly trapped in his pants.  A couple of times he had to manually move it around to try unsatisfactorily for a better position.  But he had enough sense to continue to encourage her with a few well chosen encouragements.  “That’s hot, baby.  Wow.  Super, hold that for a second.  Yes that’s it.  Yes.”  He sounded enthusiastic and excited and he was.

 

He suggested that they do a few completely nude pictures outside here in the yard and then do some inside.  Just a few carefully selected ones.  She agreed.  “Let me pose you,” he said.  He removed her blouse and had her lie on her stomach on the blanket.  He took one while she rested on her elbows with her breasts full to the blanket but her nipples just touching the flannel.  Then had her half turn so that one hard pointed nipple was exposed.  Then he tried it from a couple of different angles – from her head with her breasts between her arms, from the side, and from the bottom of her legs.  He placed her skirt in such a way that her ass was exposed from this angle and she knew it.  “Open your legs a bit more.”  Click.

 

Then he told her to roll over and put her hands under her head.  Her firm breasts fell slightly to the side but remained plump as only a younger woman’s breast can.  Click.  Then on her side.  Click.  Lift one leg with the knee on the blanket.  Click.  He moved the skirt a bit and she could feel his hand graze her exposed ass.  Click.  On her back again and lift her knees.  Again with the skirt.  The grazing.  The exposing.  Click.

 

He put the camera down and reached up and helped her out of the skirt. Completely naked now, he had her complete one more round of poses from different angles.  He instructed her to put her hand over one breast while both were exposed.  Move her leg so that it half covered her shaved pussy.  She knew these were going to be very hot photos.  And he took a few close ups not only of her pussy and her nipple but also of her face.  For some strange reason when he was taking a close up of her face while she was completely naked it excited her and made her want to have Jude right then.

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