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He has something to say. That is clear to see.
“Hello, son. You can call me Harvey as that is my name after all,” he said dryly. “My son and daughter said I would have no problem finding the boy in charge. The one that made them strip in front of a room full of naked boys and girls of all ages. They told us all about it as they showed us their new clothes. Now we don’t have much, but my wife and I work hard for what we have. We never took charity from anyone before, and we aren’t starting now.”
Before mom could jump in, I walked to the man, shook his hand, and said, “Harvey, you raised to amazing children, but you are wrong about something.”
That got right under his skin.
“Nothing we gave to the young children today was charity. Their parents, grandparents, siblings, or caregiver worked here today in some form or the other,” I told him. “Your son and daughter worked for everything they took home today. We had close to two hundred children here today, helping put together meals for people and their families in need. Do you have any idea how hard it is to strip a kid that is embarrassed about not bathing in days, decide if the kid needs to have the nurse check them over, make sure those that need it shower? What about having to find those same naked kids properly fitting underwear and clothes that will allow the kids to grow a bit? Why did they end up naked in the room with all the others that helped in the warehouse today? Because most of them needed it for one reason or the other. Kids are curious about how both sexes look naked. When they started this morning, I knew most were as horny as a puppy with two peckers. By the time they left, they were all comfortable being naked with each other, one-on-one or in a bigger group.”
He thought that over for a minute before saying, “That does explain a lot there, David. Our house has two bedrooms, one bathroom, a den, and a small kitchen. My children’s bedroom is only big enough for a full-sized bed and dresser. They have slept in the same bed since each of them left the crib. When my daughter came home from kindergarten her first day, the two of them got modest. They won’t even be in their underwear in front of each other. Today they were there changing right there in the den. My son didn’t even blink when my daughter removed her bra and panties to put on frilly ones to show off a dress. They weren’t more than a foot apart the whole time. When my son stripped off his drawers, she ended up looking right at his cock. Before he could pick his underwear up off the floor, his sister was as naked as him. Their nude bodies were touching, in ways, brother and sister shouldn’t, as they fought to be the first in the bathroom, so that they didn’t have the spigot end of the big tub, the same as they did when bathing together when little. They left the door open, so we could look in and hear everything they said. Their ma will be relieved to know that their new clothes weren’t from them making sex movies or things like that.”
“I find I must apologize for doubting you and my children,” Harvey told me. “They never had any pajamas, but both just wore underpants and long t-shirts to bed because it is too darn hot for pajamas. Their ma had to check on them twice to be sure they weren’t doing something wrong, and each time she found them sleeping side-by-side without the divider that my daughter had me make her first day of kindergarten. I’ve heard all sorts of stories about you, David, and I can’t say I could believe any of them because they didn’t sound right. I’m glad to find out those stories are true. Expect my two back here bright and early tomorrow.”
Seeing that I wasn’t going to have to show this man that I know Kung Fu, mom said, “Harvey, I expect to see you here early Thursday to pick up your Thanksgiving Dinner and join us for breakfast. Unless you wish to chat with him further, David needs to get something to eat and then see if he is lucky with his clothing system a second time. We have an even larger group of adults and children about to arrive to start a second shift. Someone contacted every grocery store and their warehouses to get every fresh turkey they had for sale. Six trucks arrived an hour ago filled with fresh turkeys and eleven with hams. I’ve had to reach out to one of David’s friends to find more of the trays we are using to pack the food up to deliver. I expected to have a few hundred turkeys and hams left over once we finished packing the meals and serving everyone who comes by to join us to eat on Thanksgiving.”
When I went to split up the kids between trays and the warehouse, I found a lot to pick from to help in the warehouse. They ranged from nearly homeless to upper-middle-class. The place in my head told me specifically who to pick because they got horny when seeing a girl’s cleavage or a guy making a bulge in his pants. Each one of them got off in under a minute, if they didn’t go off in their pants before they could get somewhere to deal with matters. Not only were all of them virgins who hadn’t seen the opposite sex naked before, they very rarely saw anyone of the same sex naked. Them being critically shy would keep them from doing more than a quick peek.
My implant pinged me that a big lawsuit forced the company who owned the place mom rented to have at least one unisex locker and shower area to accommodate transgender people. After some back and forth, the lawyers agreed that it was acceptable to have male, female, and unisex changing rooms, so long as they were all connected to the same bathrooms and showers. The company who owns the building then brought up liability and safety concerns of having males and females being forced to shower with the opposite sex, given that the local health required everyone to shower and dress in company-provided uniforms before touching any food products. Attorneys for their warehouse’s insurance company challenged the court’s ruling saying that the verdict breaks a wide range of laws and sacrifices the rights and protections of all employees in the name of fairness toward a few. How did the court propose to prevent rapes and sexual assaults? How about unwanted pregnancy and STDs between consenting adults?
The two transgender people, who were employees that left because they had to use the bathrooms of their physical gender, not chosen gender, had sued for tens of millions of dollars, which the judge awarded. The appeal didn’t reverse the verdict. Instead, it took the judgment away from the two plaintiffs to pay an outside construction company to modify the existing facilities to be one unisex changing and showering area. It also mandated the construction of no less than twelve single-person, ADA compliant, bathroom, and shower combo areas. Unexpectedly, to both parties, the court also ordered that they fund the construction of a separate set of twelve unisex showering areas for everyone under eighteen.
We headed to the large adult unisex shower and changing rooms.
Inside I said, “No one told you what you are doing today, so since they said I am in charge, I must do it. We can’t pay money to anyone under fifteen because of child labor laws. My mom originally planned on feeding everyone as much as they could eat and take home an entire Thanksgiving dinner to their families. That changed when various groups found out what she was doing to help the community. Some in this room today haven’t ever had a single hand-me-down or thrift store item in your life. All your clothing, you get new. That isn’t true for most of the kids here today. Some companies arrived early today to provide two weeks’ worth of clothing to each kid, including all of you, regardless of your family’s financial situation. They are giving new underwear, pants, shirts, skirts, dresses, shoes, socks, jackets, warm pajamas, and everything else each child will need for the winter and spring. Now there is a catch. What is the point of giving new, clean clothes to anyone who hasn’t, or can’t, bathe regularly? How about ones where they need to see a doctor about some condition they didn’t know they had? Earlier I made the kids working in the warehouse guinea pigs for an experiment that worked out so much better than I expected. I put a boy and girl into each of the areas where a child came in to strip before getting new clothes. Unlike yourselves, they had younger siblings they cared for, so they were already skilled in undressing kids.”
A girl next to me said, meekly, “I can’t do that. I can’t even see a boy or girl naked without it causing something that embarrasses me.”
“Let me see a show of hands,” I announced. “Raise your hand if seeing a bare tit, pussy, or a dick, that isn’t yours, doesn’t make you instantly horny, and the least bit of stimulation make you cum? How about when someone brushes their hand up against your body in those places.”
Four girls and two guys appeared confident when they raised their hands. Deciding that a demonstration would be better than words, I pulled off the boy’s shirts before removing the shirts and bras from two of the four girls. As soon as the girl’s nipples touched the boy’s chest, both came. It was so intense that they had grabbed each other, to keep from falling, and still held the other to them as their orgasms ended.
I went to the other two girls, moved them over next to each pair, and said, “If you think you can do it without getting horny, then strip them. Show us that you can have a bare dick and pussy in front of your face and not be affected.”
Both looked down and shook their heads.
I went to each pair, pulled them apart, and had them strip off the other’s clothes before standing side by side with their arms around each other. The two boy’s cum-covered boners were bobbing away, and the two girls had pussy juices matting down their pussy hairs and running down inside the thighs, their nipples rock hard.
“If you haven’t already soaked your underwear, you will soon, so there are two, well possibly three, ways this will go. You can go ahead and strip yourself, or I can strip you,” I said. “Every one of you needs to shower before you go get on your new underwear, find clothes that fit with room to grow, and then put on your work clothes.”
The girl next to me, who I had seen locking eyes with a boy, asked, “You said there was possibly a third way. What is it?”
She and the boy had started puberty, but only her half-lemon sized tits and a few thin pubic hairs are all they had to show for it.
I pulled her and the boy over in front of each other and said, “I think you can figure it out.”
To everyone else, I said, “One main rule. Regardless of if you are in the area stripping the other kids or in here, no exploring anyone’s bodies except your own. Look, we all get horny and need relief. When you can’t take it anymore, close your stripping station, pull your pants and underwear down, and take care of it. Your partner can watch or get themself off as well, but the closest you will get to help each other is having the outside of your leg and butt touching theirs, like the two pairs that are already naked.”
The girl who asked the questions was now trying to get brave enough to pull off the guy’s shirt and let him take off hers.
“Here, let me show you how to undress a boy,” I told the girl as I pulled over a guy in high school.
I used her hands to get the edge of his shirt, pull it up over his head, and then start working on his pants. Instead of doing things in two steps, I hooked her thumbs and fingers inside his pants and underwear. I cautioned her to stand a bit off to the side, but she was now in a hurry. When the guy’s boner sprang up after she got the waistband of his underpants over it, she got her first facial and head of a spurting dick in her mouth.
She didn’t like the cumshot to the face, but she isn’t spitting out his dick even though he is finished getting off a few seconds ago.
“I said you couldn’t help anyone else get off. Stop sucking on the dick already,” told her as I pulled her back to let his dick pop free.
Once she finished getting him stripped, I sent him into the shower. She used her fingers to get his cum off her face and licking them clean.
I did the same for the boy the girl locked eyes on earlier. She got to watch him fire his rapid-repeater when he got a whiff of teenaged girl pussy juice as I helped him strip one of the high school girls. He had the older girl’s foot on his leg to remove her socks and shoes. It pulled that girls pussy open wide enough that he got to see her pussy open and close when she came each time his hand slid her sock off her foot.
As soon as the older girl, the one he just stripped, left to shower, it was only the three of us.
She was almost tearing the boy’s clothes off as she stripped him. Her eyes kept looking at his boner as she undressed him. When he was naked, I checked that no one was looking and then pulled him toward her a step. When his dick touched her cheek, she moved her head over to get it in her mouth. It wasn’t in there long, but it came out cleaner than it went in.
It is probably a bit over the line, but the place in my head would force me to have them do it anyway. Why does it do this?
I didn’t miss it as he let his fingers slide over her small tits as he pulled off her shirt. I loved the look on his face when he pulled her pants and panties down to get the first look at her pussy. I saw him lean in to take a sniff but gave me a curious look before moving to get her shoes and socks off to get her completely naked. As I did with her, I pushed her toward him a bit.
“See that pink nub pushing out at the top? Suck it in between your lips,” I told him.
He did, and she came hard. I didn’t need to encourage him to do it again as he took off her other shoe and sock. I watched his hand slide up between her thighs as they looked into each other’s eyes. She moved her foot back on his knee and adjusted to let her wet pussy open up a bit. His heat-seeking finger headed for the source of her juices. Not even her getting off, again, stopped the girl from jumping back when she felt the pain of his finger on her cherry. She cooled off instantly as she moved away. They both watched his flagpole fall over.
“Congratulations, you two are paired up for the rest of the day, but on the girl’s side,” I told them, and then sent the boy into the showers.
I asked the girl, “Do you think you can keep from sucking his dick anytime he needs to cum today? You seem to like how a dick and cum taste.”
She started to cry and rushed into my arms.
After finally calming down, and after the boy came to check on her twice, she finally calmed down enough to tell me, “Please, please, please, don’t tell anyone or they won’t let me do it anymore, because I love sucking them and drinking their cum. Today is the first time I got to see one. I never knew what it was that pushed through the hole into my mouth. I’m always blindfolded and inside this box, where they can’t see me rub my pussy. The bigger boy’s one is the first big one I’ve had in my mouth. It tasted ok, but I loved how much came out. I know I’m not supposed to do that with anyone, and they don’t force me, just as if I want to get in the box. The very first time, this boy blindfolded me and had me get in the box. We were playing this game to figure out what the other pushed through the hole into our mouth. I was winning when something came through the hole into my mouth I hadn’t tasted before. I sucked and licked on it to see if I could find out what it was and then got a mouth full of the best juice I ever tasted, but it went away after a few sips. Until today I never knew that is what kept coming through the hole that I couldn’t guess correctly. It is always small ones like the boy you told me I get to work with today. Can I try to suck yours to see how it tastes?”
“No, for two reasons,” I said, standing her up. “First is that it would take a long time. Second is because you are too young for me to let do it, even if no one would ever know.”
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Mary Pilson knew that her ‘uncle’ Walter was grooming her. ‘Uncle’ was a silly term that Mary’s mother used to describe the men who moved into their home to take advantage. Mary had no time for her uncles; she saw them for what they were, parasites and users. Mary’s mother could hardly make ends meet working as an usherette at the local cinema. Her good looks, curvy body and long legs ensured that she was well tipped by the male customers but she also attracted the sharks. Mary mostly...
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Thursday morning was an exercise in controlled chaos. I had time to do a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon, which could be a bit of a luxury. I tried to cook a nice family breakfast on weekends but shift work with the MPD meant I frequently missed weekends. At least three of us ate well. Seamus only ate Froot Loops; he was almost three and was still a knucklehead in the Terrible Twos. After breakfast Kelly put Riley and me to work cleaning the house. Seamus, on the other...
September 1981, Milford, Ohio Friday was routine until lunchtime. Afternoon classes had been canceled for both Elyse and me because of the Labor Day weekend, so I drove back to the apartment instead of having lunch on campus. Elyse and I packed our overnight bags and waited for Kathy and Bethany, who arrived as planned, and we left Chicago just before 4:00pm. It was my goal to make the trip to Milford in just under five and a half hours, which I could do if we grabbed fast food on the way...
It was the electronic chirp of a cellphone text message that first stirred Peggy Sanford from a state of excessive alcohol and strenuous sexual activity induced sleep to a state of semi-conscious awareness. The first thing she recognized was that she was not the only one lying in the bed. She felt the warm embrace of a delicate arm draped across her chest, a set of soft full breasts pressing up against her back, a smooth hairless pelvis nuzzled up against her buttocks and a tone fit leg...
Author’s Note: These stories are a continuation of member/author Walterio’s excellent 12 part series, Peggy Sanford a Worldly Woman and his extra story Peggy Sanford and the Secret Society. After I read his stories all I could think was ‘That was hot! I wish I was her.’ Walterio wrote these in response to member/author Peggy46’s invitation to anyone to continue or add to the stories that she wrote about herself and her wild sex life. I tried to fill in enough background information to make this...
“Thank you ... Zax”. A middle aged woman with a combed black hair and a bit of weight around her waist walked toward him with hands down and holding one another. “You shouldn’t, Mrs. Inoki “. Zax shook his head. The woman was the mother of his childhood friends, Weysey Inoki. Mrs. Inoki came to stand beside him, but her view was on the large group of children having the time of their life fighting the living snowmen. “Our home is at the periphery of us, newcomers’ huts. The hut next to us...
Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pussy-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake. "Mike?" she called. "Yeah?" her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you a pretty sight?" he said. "Look, who's talking. You look as bad as I feel," she said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid-section, his flaccid...
Sarah and I communicated well when she had time for conversation, often after her shift was over. She made it clear that she liked me as more than just a patient, and in addition to liking her, I found myself lusting for her constantly. It wasn't so bad in the mountains when there were no distractions, but to see it around me every day flamed my desire. She caught up with me while I was in physical therapy. After a couple of cheers, she said, "I got her cell phone. I'll see you...
Lamax system was only 61 lightyears distant to Faysummit system. Meaning the superfast Colt reached Faysummit only 136 minutes. Roy was getting more anxious by the moment. The closer he got the more he felt convinced that his mother was close and that she was in great peril. The Colt was brand-new and by law, it was his ship. The Phantasian who piloted the ride was an employee or more precise a contractor. Tanya was right, this passenger cabin was not big enough for Partner, but then this...
This is a true story and happened recently. I am bi and enjoy sucking and being sucked by guys occasionally. But on the odd occasion I het so horny that I need fucking. A couple of weeks ago it was early evening and I found myself heading to a cruising spot where I have met guys before. I parked up in a layby. it was stil light, and it was quiet. Eventually a white van came slowly driving by, as he passed I flashed my indicators a few times. He pessed his break lights a few times and we had an...
Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won’t believe this and normally I wouldn’t admit to it, but I am Otis’ cock slave. There really isn’t any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband’s warehouses. This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met...
This week, we start the show with establishing shots of the most boring suburban estate you could ever hope to see. Lots of ‘nice’ double story semi-detached homes, each with their own little square of grass and concrete driveway out front, separated from the public footpath by low brick walls. We can see a chunky, out of breath looking man walking along the street toward us, perky, elegant and mean-looking Doberman by his side ... This week’s host – the love-him-or-hate-him Cockney geezer –...
Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and if you have a Literotica log-in and...
Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and you can see Peggy’s profile and photo under...
Businessman Is Forcibly Transformed Into A Sissy By Sissycuckold It was a warm summer's day when it all began; I was a successful 34 year old, businessman man, with a large house, flash car, and a beautiful wife. As it was a Sunday I was out for any early morning walk, having just finished making love to my 27 year old wife Lorna, when suddenly a large black car screeched to a halt just before me. In a flash 4 burly men jumped out and I was unceremoniously...
and shorts; his cock and balls swaying in front of him. Mary smiled, leaned forward again and nuzzled Carol's silky cunt-hair, flattening it out to the sides and exposing her sensuous pink slit to their view. Then she stuck her tongue up inside it. Carol groaned happily and bucked her hips. John was standing over them now, stroking his thick cock while he gazed dreamily down at his sister's inviting pussy. Pushing a finger back up inside Carol's dewy cunt, Mary explored its...
"My parents are celebrating their anniversary this weekend, and they're planning a family party. I'd like to take tomorrow off and fly down - if it's alright with you, of course." Lucy Parsons came around the desk and stood close to him. He caught a flash of tanned thigh as her skirt flap parted. "This must be a first. A new lawyer showing consideration for the firm." "Isn't that the way it's done?" "Not usually. Young lawyers are a fairly arrogant lot, and favors...
Hello Everyone This is pradeep back again with the continuation of my first submission(IT’s NOT JUST LOVE MAKING),And people who does not read my first story please I request you to read my previous submission which was the first part,so that you can have a great brief introduction of the my story which im gonna share you all. So to say about me,I am Pradeep (Name Changed),From (Vadapalani) Chennai.Iam 21 years old and i am living in a private home.I am 5.9 with athlete body and average in...
I was young for my post but I had been doing it as a deputy it for several years with the old sheriff's forester. My father was a baron but I was only a younger son so I was not going to inherit. I carried the heavy stag into kitchen and ignored the quiet that fell. I shifted it off my shoulder and onto the large butcher table, "I took this from a poacher Anna." She wiped her hands as she crossed the kitchen, "how long..." I snorted as headed into the Keep, "a half day." When I...
September 1981, Milford, Ohio Kara came into the living room when the dishes were done and took my hand and led me to the den. We sat in our chairs, as her father insisted. “Did you put your mom up to that ice cream date?” I asked. “No! I was just as surprised as you were. I could tell that dad was really upset at her. And when you stepped in, I thought he was going to blow a gasket. You agreed with him and made him look bad at the same time. And then, when mom did that thing with the...
The studio lights go up, the audience cheers and applauds. Max Weinman, the slick studio host, launches into his well-rehearsed patter. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to another game of Beat the Forfeit. As always, we have two couples competing for tonight's jackpot of one hundred thousand pounds. First, in the studio, we have Jim and Russell. Let's meet them." Two men stand behind smart game-show lecterns each displaying a score of zero. Max touches the collar of his open necked shirt, tugs...