An adult stories – Sharon’s Second Video at the Fair by ShareMySecret,ShareMySecret ****Author’s note: This is part 5 of a series, beginning with “Water Park turns Sexy”.
To summarize the story so far, Sharon discovered her love of exhibitionism years ago when she faked a bikini mishap on a water slide in college. Afterward she became a teacher and kept her more deviant wishes hidden until she heard about an adults-only night at an amusement park and found a way to get herself naked, fingered, licked and squirting in front of a crowd of people.
She later got wind that her antics were circulating the porn sites and that some of her students had seen them and thought it was her in the video. Sharon worried she would lose her job over it if the wrong people found out. She reached out to Holly, who had made Sharon cum in front of a crowd (and now the whole internet) at the amusement park, then slipped Sharon her number. Holly introduced her to Mike, who had recorded and edited the video that was circulating. Sharon has since agreed to doing more wild public videos so that they can sell them to a paid porn site in hopes that their legal team will be able to pull the videos of her off the free sites and reduce her risk that word will get back to her boss or school board.
Holly and Mike convinced Sharon to sign a contract with the company, coercing her by getting her worked up into a sexual frenzy and then withholding her orgasm until she signed.
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Holly led me into the bedroom and closed the door behind me, gesturing for me to go to the bed. I walked over, still naked and wet, quivering from the powerful series of orgasms she’d just bestowed on me with Mike’s assistance.
“Have a seat,” Holly said, her voice husky and low.
I did as I was told and sat on the edge of the bed. Holly peeled off her clothes in front of me. The fabric clung to her body as she pulled, wet from some combination of her sweat and my juices. Her t-shirt and shorts came away to reveal a plain tan bra and white cotton panties. It was reassuring that, just as I hadn’t planned on crazed sex when I came over, she seemed to have been caught equally unprepared. Neither of us seemed to intend to seduce the other, but instead we were pulled together like magnets.
She had a very fit physique — probably a runner or a yoga fanatic or something. She had a small frame at 5’2″ or so, with a tight little tummy and strong arms and legs. I remembered how she had wrapped her arms around my thighs and left me completely immobilized — I could see why now!
“This is silly,” she said, looking to the side, “but now that we’re alone, I’m feeling kind of shy.”
“Come here,” I said, extending my arms to embrace her when she got close enough.
I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her in close. My head fit snugly between her bra-covered breasts. I kissed the naked skin of her chest as I gently raked my nails across her back. With Holly’s body so tight against mine, I could feel her shiver slightly as goosebumps rose from her flesh.
Continuing to kiss around the perimeter of her bra cups, I reached up with my hands and found the clasp. Finding that it was the same kind of clasp that I frequently wore, I deftly opened it and let the straps hang loose. Leaning back slightly, I reached up to the shoulder straps and slowly, carefully, slid them down her arms as Holly held her arms at her sides. When the straps reached her elbows, the cups fell away to reveal her creamy white breasts, then small erect pink nipples.
I let the bra fall to the floor, then leaned back in and kissed circles around her breast, moving in with each revolution until finally my mouth brushed against her nipple. Holly exhaled harder with the contact. Teasingly, I moved back out away from her nipple for several kisses before bouncing straight back into the center and enveloping her firm nipple with my soft, wet lips. My tongue snaked out and flicked across her nipple several times before I began to suck on her breast. With her nipple and areola sucked into my mouth, I continued flicking my tongue across.
Holly let out a soft “Ooooh”, and I moved to her other breast to repeat the exercise. By the time I began sucking on her other nipple, Holly was breathing hard and moaning softly almost continuously. I moved my hand down to her panties and found them to be soaked through at the crotch. She trembled at my touch, and I wanted nothing more than to please this magical creature.
I stood up from the edge of the bed and rotated Holly so she faced away from the bed. She reached out for my face, and we kissed deeply. I edged closer to the bed and eventually got far enough to knock her off her balance, causing her to fall backward onto the bedspread.
Smiling impishly, I said, “Your turn, now,” then reached for the waistband of her panties and began lowering them. Once again, the wet fabric clung to her skin, and I had the waistband most of the to her knees before the fabric covering her pussy snapped away all at once, making Holly gasp.
Hers, like mine, was shaven completely bare. Her panties and bra might not have been ready for sex, but her legs and pussy had clearly been shaven that day. I ran my hands over the silky-smooth skin of her thighs, inching closer to her sex, then again gently raking my nails across her thighs to her knees. I repeated this several times, teasing her legs but not quite reaching her vulva. When I got close, she moaned and thrust her hips upward toward my hands, clearly aching to be touched.
The next time I reached her knees, I grabbed them firmly and lifted, spreading her legs wide. Her lips opened for me with this position, and I reached out and felt her pussy for the first time. At this, Holly moaned loudly, then pleaded, “no more teasing — I need you now!”
Feeling I had gotten her going enough, I put my index finger at the entrance to her wet hole and gathered up some of her cream, rubbing it between my fingers before finally touching her clit. I began with a gentle squeezing on the sides of her hood, softly masturbating her clit like it was a tiny little cock. She moaned her approval.
Gathering more lubrication, I placed my finger directly onto her clitoris and pressed more firmly, tracing tiny circles across it. Her moaning continued to increase.
“Is that how you like it?” I asked?
“Yeah, just like that,” she answered between moans. Her chest heaved in front of me, so I kept up that motion and pace and leaned over to suckle at her nipple again. Holly’s pleasure continued to build, but I found the position (bent over the bed) to be uncomfortable. Careful not to interrupt my work at Holly’s clit, I rotated around so I could kneel on the bed. This positioned me so that my breasts now hung down over her face. Opening her eyes, Holly looked at my breasts and instinctively reached up for them. Tugging slightly, she pulled me down toward her until I had lowered my nipples directly into her mouth.
Holly suckled greedily at my nipple, moaning her approval. Astonishingly, after all that had happened in the last hour, I felt myself getting wet again. I increased my tempo on her clit as she pulled my nipple into her mouth, sucking hard. Her muffled moaning reached a crescendo, and finally I felt her body convulse as she climaxed.
I continued to play, more gently and slowly, with her clit as she came down. Letting my breast slip from her mouth suddenly, Holly looked me in the eyes and said, “Eat me out. Please? I want to feel your tongue on my snatch.”
Without a word, I moved back around the bed and kneeled in front of her, her juicy, quivering pussy just inches in front of me. I leaned in, tongue out, and plunged into her sex, tasting her for the first time. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be right here, eating this beautiful cunt and bring Holly all the pleasure I could bring.
“Ms. Egret?”
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“Ms. Egret?” I snapped away from my daydream to find that one of my students needed help understanding the directions to her lab. After showing her the technique and verifying she did it correctly, I made a quick loop of the classroom before returning to my desk and the always-enormous stack of ungraded papers that awaited me.
The pH indicator lab was a bit of a boring one, and the smell of boiling cabbage would linger for weeks to come, but our department head insisted we keep it. On the plus side, though, we didn’t work with any strong acids or bases, so I could usually get some grading done while students made their little indicator charts. I picked up my red pen and began to scan through the paper I had been reading but was unable to stay focused on it. My mind kept drifting back to Holly and Mike, what we had done last weekend, and what we were planning for this weekend.
Trying to keep myself from getting all hot and horny in a room full of the teenagers I was responsible for, but also knowing I was too distracted to grade chemistry homework, I rehashed the plan for Saturday. We had tried hard to come up with venues for our video that were likely to be all adults, and particularly adults who wouldn’t be likely to call the cops about a naked woman.
The list was short — we figured it probably needed to be a younger crowd, and a place where people were going to be drinking. Mike had the idea of finding a wet t-shirt contest, which seemed as safe as anything. Certainly, nobody would be there who was going to be overly offended by nudity. We figured that the people running it might stop me when I went too far, but it didn’t seem especially likely that anyone was going to try to get me arrested.
A little Googling later, and we found a bar that advertised wet t-shirt contests once a month. The photos on the web site (with faces and naughty bits covered by smiley face emojis) gave the impression that having girls end up topless in their underwear was par for the course. I needed to go significantly beyond that point if we were going to have our second video.
Knowing the requirements of the videos, it seemed pertinent that Holly would join me on stage. She still hadn’t been seen so much as topless by anyone but me as part of this whole thing, but that was going to change in a hurry. At a minimum, she’d be in a thin, white t-shirt made shear by the water, her nipples hard from the cold, and standing in front of whatever crowd the contest drew that night. Picturing her in that state stirred up my own arousal again, and I was glad to be wearing a thicker bra as I felt my nipples harden with the thought.
True to their word, our benefactors (Sluts in Public) had gotten the bigger free sites to remove the video already. I had tried every variety of search terms I could think of last night to find it again, but to no avail. Mike said it was probably still circulating on the less-trafficked sites (apparently there are a huge number of them), but that those would start to come down over time, too. We’d probably never get every trace of it taken down, but we’d at least get to a point where someone who knew me wasn’t likely to come across the video by chance.
Time seemed to speed up as my nerves about our next video grew. We had two weeks between our last meeting and the contest and planned to meet the weekend between to talk again. Mike was going to visit the bar to get an idea where he needed to be to get a decent video, meanwhile Holly and I were supposed to practice our performances. At first, practicing in front of my bathroom mirror, I just felt silly. I’m not a very confident dancer to begin with, and knowing I’d be cold and wet and the center of attention was not helping my confidence at all. I ended up watching a bunch of wet t-shirt videos over the course of the week to try to pick up a few moves that looked good, then practiced those for an hour or so each night. By the end of the week, I felt like I could get up and not look completely out of place. That was a start, I guess …
Saturday morning, I slept in and lounged in my pajamas, sipping coffee and watching more wet t-shirt contests. In anticipation of the wet t-shirt dancing I had to do, I hadn’t practiced the other portion of my performance. If I couldn’t squirt for the video, then getting up there in front of the crowd would be all for nothing. When I felt awake and was getting turned on from all the wet t-shirt porn, I decided to give it a shot.
Back in my bathroom, wearing a t-shirt and bikini bottoms, I turned on some music. Stepping into the shower briefly, I soaked my clothes, then stepped out onto a towel on the floor in front of the mirror and started to dance. The shirt was a thicker cotton one, so it wasn’t totally see-through, but I could clearly see where my nipples were. I lifted my hands in the air and wiggled my hips, then slowly lowered my arms. I turned my hands and ran my fingertips down the sides of my head, then my shoulders, and to my breasts. I rubbed circles around my nipples through the shirt, watching my reflection as my nipples began to stand out further. After a few circles, I pinched my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and tugged them gently, making them get harder and longer.
I turned and peaked over my shoulder as I began to lift the bottom of my shirt up. Looking back at my reflection, I bit my lip in an imitation of a sexy look I’d seen from one of the contest winners in my research material and raised the shirt up over my head before tossing it into the shower. Covering my nipples with two fingers from each hand, I continued to wiggle my hips as I turned around to face the mirror, now wearing just the bikini bottoms. With another bite to the lip, I inched my hands down slowly, revealing my nipples, then shot both arms up in the air, sticking out my chest and shaking my bare breasts for my imagined crowd. By this point, I could tell that the wetness in my swimsuit was no longer just shower water.
Feeling sexy (if still a bit silly as I danced around in the bathroom), I lowered my hand to my bikini and toyed with the sides, stretching them up and down and away from my hip. When my hands came away, both sides rested well below my hips. I reached back up and massaged my breasts, leaving the bottoms low and loose and threatening to show the rest of my nakedness. Flicking and tugging on my nipples, I felt my arousal grow. Turning my back to the mirror again, I reached both hands into my bikini, quickly found my clit, and began rubbing. As the sensation grew, I used one hand to begin to push down on the bikini from the inside. It hung loose over my pussy as I continued to work my clit.
After letting my climax build a bit more, I stepped inward a bit and the suit dropped the rest of the way to my feet, leaving me completely naked. Immediately, I lifted one leg and put my foot on the counter, practicing a move that would leave me completely exposed to the staring eyes of everyone in the bar, then moved one hand down and began pumping a finger in and out of my pussy while I rubbed my clit with the other hand. By the end of the second song, I was humping at the air and rubbing fiercely at my clit while fucking my pussy with two fingers. I held off as long as I could, then let my orgasm take me over. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my abdomen spasming rhythmically with each ripple. I could feel my pussy drip down my leg as I came, but I didn’t think most people would have counted those drops as squirting.
As my orgasm died down, my nerves climbed again.
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That afternoon, we met back at Holly’s place. Not knowing what would be provided at the bar for the context, I arrived wearing a pretty skimpy bikini bottom and a thin white T-shirt I’d cut off just below my breasts.
I saw Mike’s car out front when I arrived and walked up the single flight of steps to Holly’s apartment door. Figuring that having our faces buried in one another’s pussies put us on familiar terms, I opted to walk in without knocking.
“Just don’t say anything to …” Holly trailed off as I walked in.
“Hey, guys,” I greeted them. “What’s going on?”
“OK, so don’t freak out,” Holly began. “We’re changing plans a little. Mike is in contact with the porn company guy, and shared our plan with him for today, and the guy didn’t like it. He said that it was too … how’d he put it, Mike?
“Too staged,” Mike finished. “he said that one of the requirements for these videos is that they don’t look staged, and having you get up on a stage where everyone is there specifically to show their bodies is not what they’re looking for. Apparently, they’ve already got a ton of wet t-shirt videos, and aren’t interested in buying any more.”
“Shit,” I said. “Guess it’s back to planning, then. Maybe we could try something else next weekend?”
“Well, that’s the thing,” Holly answered. “They want to see some progress and are requiring that we have a video to them by the end of the week. I guess it’s in the contract that we must show regular progress toward completing our work.”
“But we don’t have anything planned!” I exclaimed. “I spent the whole week practicing a routine for the contest, and we don’t have anything else worked out!’
“Mike and I have an idea,” Holly began. “But I know you’ve been nervous and that this last-minute change probably has you freaking out, and this new plan isn’t quite what you imagined. Plus, everything’s supposed to look spontaneous, so it might actually be better if you didn’t know exactly what was going to happen. Can you just trust me and Mike to take care of everything for now?”
“I don’t know, guys,” I began. “I’m kind of a control freak. I don’t really like the idea of not knowing what’s going to happen to me, especially since I know I’m going to be in a vulnerable position. Just tell me what you have planned.”
“Sharon, really — please just trust us that everything will be fine. We won’t let anything happen to you that you don’t want to happen to you, and you’ll make an awesome video in the process. Can you do that for me?” Holly looked at me, pleadingly.
I deliberated, then finally answered, “OK, I guess. So, what are we doing?”
“Great! Let’s go. Mike’s going to drive, while you and I have some fun in the back seat. We’ve got a little time during the drive. On the way, I’m going to get you worked up into a frenzy, but without cumming. When we get to there, the only thing you have to do is to be really horny and go along with what Mike and I set up for you.”
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True to her word, as soon as Mike pulled out of the parking lot, Holly began getting me worked up. We began with kissing, then some touching and squeezing and rubbing, and even a bit of licking toward the end, but she made me tell her whenever I was getting close, and she would stop long enough for me to back down from the edge of my orgasm. If my job was to be horny, I would certainly be going above and beyond in the line of duty.
“We’re almost there,” Mike said, from the front seat.
“So where are we?” I asked, shifting my focus from Holly’s expert tongue to the view out the windows. It had gotten dark enough that I couldn’t really see any landmarks. Up ahead, there were a ton of bright lights and cars parked in a field. Focusing on the lights, I could pick out a few carnival rides. “We’re at a carnival?”
“It’s the Wilson County Fair,” Mike answered. “It’s open to everyone right now, but after 9 it switches over to 21+ for a couple hours — basically the beer garden takes over the whole fair. They’ll have live music and all the rides and games and everything still going. We figured that’d be the perfect opportunity — no kids, plenty of drinking, so hopefully nobody gets too bent out of shape about seeing you naked, and …”
“No.” I said. “No way. Not here.”
“No really, it’s OK,” Mike went on. “I promise there won’t be any kids around.”
“I can’t do this here,” I said. “We’re only one county over from where I teach. Hell, some of my students even live in this county. What if their parents are here and see me? If someone goes and complains to the school, my career is over in a heartbeat! I can’t do this!”
“You’re doing it,” Holly said, her tone cold and unfamiliar.
“No, I can’t,” I started.
“Sorry,” Holly interrupted. “You don’t have a choice. You’re doing this. Let me show you something.”
With that, she pulled out her phone and opened her photos app. After a little scrolling, she started a video of a piece of paper. Straining a bit to read, I managed to pick out a few words: Real Sluts In Public, contract, pornography, and my signature.
The paper shifted to the side and the camera refocused, now showing me, sitting on a couch, naked from the waist down with legs spread, masturbating as Mike watched and stroked his cock through his shorts. Uncomprehending, I asked, “Why are you showing me this? Why did you take a video of this?”
“You seemed like you might flake out on us,” Holly answered. “Look, I really need this money. I’ve got a lot of debt, and thanks to you I don’t have a job anymore. I got fired like 10 minutes after you got off the chairlift ride.”
“Holly, I’m sorry,” I started.
“It’s fine,” she answered. “That job sucked anyway, and I’m sure the next crappy job I get will be just as bad, but for once I have a chance at some decent money. I could get out of debt and go back to school with that money! Look, I really do like you, and I’m sorry to have to do this, but I need you to go through with your promise. If you don’t, I’m going to send this video to the school board for your school.”
“What!? No!” I cried. “Please don’t do that!”
“I don’t want to,” she answered, “but I’ll do it if you make me. All you must do to keep that video private is to follow through with your promise. You go into the fair, and you follow our directions.”
My face flushed, and my heart pounded. I looked to Mike in the front seat, hoping I might get some help from him, but he turned and stared straight ahead, avoiding my gaze. Could this really be happening? Was Holly really blackmailing me into this?
My inner control freak screamed at this turn of events. And yet, as I considered my now complete lack of control in this situation, another part of me reacted differently. Surely it was just the teasing from the drive here, but I felt incredibly turned on.
Finally, I spoke again, “So I just do what you say, and you won’t send the video? You’ll tell me what to do and we’ll make this video and then go home, and nobody ever sees that?”
“That’s right,” Holly answered. “You just do what I tell you to do, and everything will be OK.”
“Well, I guess I don’t really have a choice then,” I said. “OK, what’s first.”
“First,” Holly said, “I need to make sure you’re still horny enough.”
With that, she reached out to my still-bare pussy, spreading my lips with her first and third fingers and plunging her middle finger into my very hot, very wet pussy.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Well,” she said. “I think you’re horny enough. With all the time I’ve spent on this pussy, I don’t think you’ve ever been as wet as you are right now. Are you getting off on being told what to do, Sharon?”
As she slid her finger in and out, I moaned back, “Mmm hmm … Oh yes … I’ll do whatever you say … Oh God, I’m gonna cum!”
As soon as I said it, Holly pulled out and slapped my cheek hard enough to sting.
“Ow, fuck!” I shouted. “What the hell!”
“Sorry, I went too far,” she apologized. “Can’t have you wasting your orgasm out here in the car! Come on, let’s go!”
She opened the car door, leaving me naked except for my thin cutoff t-shirt, sitting with legs spread and pussy wet and wanting more.
“Oops, I almost forgot,” she said. Reaching into the front seat, she grabbed a short white skirt and handed it to me. “Put this on.”
I took the skirt then looked for my bikini bottoms, planning to put them on underneath.
“No, just the skirt,” Holly clarified.
Resolved to do as I was told, I stopped my search for the missing bikini and slit the skirt up my legs. The fabric was thin and light. Nothing fancy — just an elastic band with about 12 inches of pleated, lightweight fabric below. Pulling the skirt into place and stepping out of the car, I checked myself in the reflection in the car window. I was covered, but barely. The skirt fit well but was very much free to move as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. A small breeze would have me doing my best Marilyn Monroe impression. Or, I guess, maybe not — depending on what Holly told me to do.
Holly had me get my ID out of my purse and gave it to Mike to put in his pocket along with hers. When we got to the front gate, Mike showed all 3 IDs to the checker to verify we were over 21, then returned them to his pocket as we entered.
It was a warm night, so I wasn’t entirely out of place in a short skirt and t-shirt. I doubted if anybody looking at me would have guessed what a precarious situation I was in. Between the cutoff T-shirt and the short, flowy skirt, I was one false move away from showing how little I was wearing. The outfit required a lot of adjusting as we walked. I was simultaneously trying to maintain my modesty (for the moment) and getting butterflies at the thought of my impending show. From the sound of it, Mike and Holly had an idea, but I wasn’t in the loop.
We walked past the usual carnival food stands, ring and ball toss games, and the kiddie rides (shut down for the night). Mike stopped at the ticket stand and bought a book of ride tickets.
“Let’s do this one first,” Holly said, pointing. I looked in the direction she pointed and saw that ride with all the chairs hanging down from chains where you go around in a circle. Pretty tame compared to what I usually liked to ride, but I knew better than to object.
There were a few people getting settled into chairs, but this clearly wasn’t a big hit with the adult crowd this evening. Mike gave the operator enough tickets for me and Holly to get on, then took a position by the fence surrounding the ride. He got out his phone and aimed it at me, so I figured he was expecting a show.
Holly and I walked toward a pair of chairs.
“Take the outside chair,” she said. “You’ll have to step to get in — see if you can give Mike a little flash when you do.”
“OK,” I answered.
The walk in had dampened my earlier friskiness, but now that I knew my display was about to begin, I felt a pleasant tingle beginning between my legs. Finding Mike outside the ride, I tried to angle my body toward him as I lifted one leg, then the other into the chair. He didn’t react at all, just held the phone steady as he aimed at me. About 10 feet away, though, two guys sipping on beers seemed to have their attention on me. One leaned in and said something to the other, gesturing vaguely in my direction. Had they already seen?
Holly, situated in her own chair, leaned over as the operator went around checking everyone’s seats.
“We’re going to start off simple,” she said in a hushed voice. “All you should need to do here is NOT adjust your clothes. Once we get going, I think the breeze will take care of things for us. Don’t hold your legs together and your dress should flip up and down in the wind. The T-shirt might do the same. Oh, and be sure to do enough screaming to get some eyes on you.”
“I understand,” I answered, tersely. I was conflicted, but part of what I was feeling was hurt that Holly and Mike would blackmail me to get me to go along with this.
“And Sharon,” Holly went on, now in a whisper. “I’m sorry about the video, but I need you to go through with this and you seemed like you might need some extra motivation. Just remember, I’m forcing you to do this now, so nothing that happens tonight is your fault. You might as well sit back and enjoy it. After all, you’re about to show that sexy naked cunt of yours to a bunch of guys who’ll probably jack off thinking of you for years to come.”
I felt a flush across my face. Was Holly just trying to make this easier for me? She knew I felt conflicted about going forward with this — was she just trying to absolve me of my guilt and shame?
“Really?” I asked. “Years? Do you really think so?”
“Definitely,” she answered. “You’re the hottest piece of ass this town has ever seen. When you start giving them a show, every eye will be on you.”
I felt a thrill at this, and the butterflies in my stomach threatened to burst out. Just then, I heard a metallic click and the chairs started to rise. I looked over to Mike, still recording, and the two guys next to him, still stealing surreptitious glances in my direction. We rose to about 6 feet above the ground, then the wheel started to turn, and we began going in big circles. As the speed increased, the chains tilted outward, giving the sensation that the whole world was tilting for us.
My stomach dropped from the spinning motion, and I began screaming and laughing at the sensation. Holly’s coaching was probably unnecessary — I’m a lot more prone to dizziness than I was as a kid, and I didn’t want to do anything but hold onto the chains with both hands. I could feel the wind rustling my skirt and t-shirt, but that was far from my mind. Remembering why we were there, I scanned the crowd around the ride to see how much attention I was getting, but with the constant spinning it was hard to tell what was going on outside the ride. Instead, I just held on tightly and kept laughing and screaming until the ride began to slow.
Once we slowed enough for the chains to hand vertically again, I tried once more to judge the onlookers through my spinning vision. It was still hard to judge how many, but there were definitely people looking in my direction, a few were even pointing. We finally stopped spinning and the chairs lowered to the ground. I sat still for a moment, head still spinning, then got to my feet and stepped out of the chair. Putting my hand on my thigh to help steady myself as I stepped out, I felt bare skin. I looked down to find my skirt had blown up above my waist and my bald snatch was out in the open, my legs spread as I got out from the crossbars of the chair. At the same time, I heard a wolf whistle and some lude shouts from the crowd. I finished stepping out of the chair, then brushed my skirt back down into position.
I blushed hard and covered my face but was surprised to hear another chorus of cheers and whistles. When I moved my hands from my face and looked down, I found that my shirt had blown up just enough to expose one of my nipples. I guess it had been hidden behind my upturned skirt until I smoothed that out.
“Sarah!” Holly yelled, reverting to my fake name. “Your boob is showing!”
Instantly, any eyes that had been pointed elsewhere trained themselves on me. I gave a genuine scream, then adjusted the shirt to cover myself and buried my face in my hands again. The cheering died down and we made our way to the exit.
The operator, holding the gate open for everyone, stopped me as we went through.
“You feel free to come back and ride as much as you want tonight,” he said. “No tickets necessary, OK?”
“Thanks, stud,” Holly answered. “I’m sure she’d love to come back and see you real soon.”
I couldn’t get a word out, and instead just blushed and looked at the ground. As we walked out, I ventured a quick glance at the ride operator. He stared unabashedly at my thinly covered breasts, my nipples now poking out against the thin fabric from the breeze … among other things.
We walked out of the ride, still feeling all eyes on me, and I turned toward Mike. Holly grabbed my shoulder and turned me, making me walk with her away from Mike.
“Just you and me for a while, OK?” she said in a low voice. “Mike’s going to hang back and get video for a while, but he’s near if we need him.”
“OK, sure,” I answered. “Everyone’s still staring — let’s keep moving. What’s next?”
“Maybe these guys have an idea,” Holly said. The two guys who had been standing by Mike outside the ride walked straight toward us.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“Just go along with it,” Holly answered through smiling teeth.
“Hey, ladies,” One of the guys began. “Uh, nice night for a carnival, huh?
Holly snorted in response, catching all 3 of us off guard.
“That’s it?” She asked. “You spot two hot girls, dressed like this, smiling and waiting for you to make your move, and the best you can do is, ‘nice night for a carnival’? Let’s go, Sarah — these boys should probably get back to the kiddie rides.”
I noticed that Holly had switched to my “stage name” and felt a bit of relief at not having my real name used tonight. I guess Sarah would be the character I was playing — Slutty Sarah.
With that, Holly grabbed my hand and turned me away from them, then pulled me along as she walked away, leaving the two guys speechless behind us.
“Those guys were pretty cute, Holly!” I whispered to her. “Why’d you shut them down?”
“Just wait,” She answered.
Sure enough, moments later we heard jogging footsteps behind us and a man’s voice calling after us.
“Wait!” He called. “You’re right, that was lame.”
I turned to see that stranger number 2 was talking now.
“My friend Ryan here was just caught off guard because you are the two sexiest women we’ve seen around here in a long time.”
Holly gave me a “told you so” look, then the guy continued.
“I’m Jeremy, this is Ryan, and we’d like to invite you to have some fun with us tonight,” Jeremy went on. “I know it’s a Podunk little county fair, but I’m sure we could find some way to have a good time together.”
“That, gentlemen, is more like it.” Holly answered. “I’m Holly, and this is Sarah. Sarah was just telling me that she is extremely talented at carnival games and wanted to go make some bets that she could beat them. We just ran out of money and tickets, and she figured she could win us some more so we could keep having fun.”
I was caught off guard, but knew what was expected of me, so I played my part.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m really good at them. I used to play a ton of carnival games when I was a kid and went to the county fair.”
“Shoot,” Holly said. “There goes our plan. Now that you know she’s a ringer, you obviously won’t want to bet with us. I guess we’d better go find someone else to play with.”
“No, we’ll bet you,” Ryan interjected. He looked around at the nearby games. “How about the ring toss? I’ll bet you 5 bucks you can’t get a ring on the bottle.”
“Nah,” Holly answered. “Those games are all luck. She only bets on games that aren’t random.”
“Well, what do you suggest then, Holly?” Jeremy asked. I noted that he wasn’t addressing me anymore.
Holly took her own look around at the games before saying, “That one — Jacob’s Ladder.”
I followed her gaze and found the game she was talking about. It’s the one that has the wood and rope ladder, tilted at an angle, that you have to climb up, but the whole thing can twist so it’s easy to flip over and fall off. I actually thought I had a good shot on this one — I work out regularly and am pretty strong, plus my balance is good — I might actually be able to win this bet.
“Nobody wins that,” Ryan said. “Sure, I’ll bet that you five bucks that you can’t make it to the top and ring the bell.”
“Let’s make it a little more interesting than that,” Holly said. “How about 20 bucks. Each.”
Jeremy whistled. “That’s pretty steep,” he said. “And I seem to remember you just telling me you girls don’t have any money left. So, what are you putting up again our 40 bucks?”
“Sarah’s tits,” Holly answered, without missing a beat. “If she falls, she’ll show you her tits.”
Both guys agreed immediately.
“Wait, what?” I objected. “I never agreed to that!”
“Sorry, Sarah,” Holly answered. “The bet’s already been made. You better follow through with it.”
I felt my heart pounding in my chest and shifted nervously. As I shifted, I also noted that my pussy lips slid wetly past each other. I looked down toward the ground, embarrassed, and noticed my hard nipples poking out from my thin white t-shirt.
“OK,” I said, finally. “You’re on.”
The guys celebrated briefly, then we moved toward the game, my nerves growing with each step. We watched as several people in front of us in line fell after only a step or two. To taunt the patrons, the guy running the game talked on his microphone about how easy it was, and how he couldn’t understand why everyone kept falling. To prove his point, we walked up the whole ladder backward, not even bothering to hold on with his hands.
Now, being a science teacher, I have an odd set of skills that generally only come in handy when I’m doing a science demo with students, but that kind of thinking helped me here. The guy wasn’t actually showing off by not holding on with his hands. The people we watched before were all spread out to the sides of the ladder, so every time they moved a hand or foot, their weight wasn’t balanced evenly. The operator just stepped, one foot after the other, right in the middle of the rungs so he was never off balanced. OK, so going backward was probably just showing off, but mostly he was doing it the easy (but counterintuitive) way.
When it was my turn, Holly asked the guys to spot me the tickets to try, which they readily agreed to. Taking a breath to steady my nerves, I stood up straight and put one foot on the middle of the first rung. Slowly and carefully, I rose to balance on just that foot, then placed my other foot on the next run. The ladder trembled beneath me, but I actually felt pretty steady.
“No way!” Ryan exclaimed.
“Woooo!” Holly yelled. “Go Sarah!”
Though I still wasn’t sure how to feel about Holly right now, the support felt good. I took another slow step up the ladder. There were 8 rungs, and I was on the third. Another deliberate step and I was halfway there.
“You got this, Sarah!” Holly called again. “Four more steps and you won’t even have to flash these guys!”
Fuck! I didn’t dare turn around to look, but it sure sounded like my audience was growing. She’s trying to get into my head, I thought. I took a slow breath to steady myself, then took another step.
Or I tried to take another step, anyway. As soon as I shifted my weight onto my front foot, the sandal on my back food slipped off the rung and I was falling. Frantically, I grabbed for both sides of the ladder with my hands and held on for dear life as the ladder flipped. I managed to hold on, but was now on the bottom of the ladder, gripping it from underneath.
I heard some cheering and whistling from my audience. Facing toward them now, I could see that there were indeed some extra spectators. Several were pointing cell phones at me, apparently wanting to be ready in case I had to flash, but I wasn’t giving up yet.
Hanging underneath the ladder, the thing barely moved any more. Now that the center of mass was below the pivot points, it no longer threatened to tip over. It took some muscle, but I began climbing the underside of the ladder, still determined to make it to the top. The crowd kept cheering, whistling, and growing. I made it to the 6th rung before I realized what was happening.
Hanging below the ladder with hands and feet above me to hold onto the rungs, my loose skirt had fallen away from me, and my bare ass and pussy were on full display to the onlookers. I let go with one hand and used it to try to hold my skirt in place, turning 8 shades of red. I held on, not sure what to do. I couldn’t go any farther with my hand on my skirt, but if I removed it, they’d all be staring at what must be a phenomenal view of my naked cunt. I could feel my wetness beginning to soak through the skirt as I held it in place. I could also feel my gripping hand beginning to sweat.
“Keep going, Sarah!” Holly called out! “Who cares if they can all see your pussy?! You’ve got a bet to win!”
This elicited another cheer from the crowd. But I was still reluctant. Finally, someone started a chant, and everyone nearby joined in.
“Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!”
“Well, here goes”, I thought. I let go of my skirt and returned my hand to the ladder. Another cheer went up and even more phones were aimed at me. I took a moment to shake out the hand that had been holding me up by itself, then continued climbing, totally on display.
Two more rungs and I was at the top. I reached out for the bell but couldn’t quite reach it with my legs wrapped around the 7th rung — the bell was up above the top of the ladder by a bit. Rearranging, I put my knees over the 8th rung, then reached up as high as I could and rang the bell. Relieved at finally being done with the game, I relaxed my arms and lowered myself back down, but missed the rope I was grabbing for and ended up hanging upside down from my knees. I immediately felt the hem of my shirt fall toward the ground, rising past my breasts and baring them.
I was facing away from the crowd, but the attendant came over promptly to help me down and certainly got an eyeful. Wrapping one arm under my shoulders and supporting (grabbing, squeezing) my butt with the other hand. He told me to let go and lowered me down to the mat below, his eyes flicking between the perfect view of my naked breasts and my naked pussy. Needless to say, he was all smiles. I quickly rearranged my clothes to cover myself and turned back to raucous applause. I’m sure I was bright red over my entire body, and everyone in that crowd could surely vouch for that.
I turned to a cheering crowd with plenty of phones pointed my way. Mike was flagging down cell-phone wielding onlookers. I figured that he was buying their videos off them, as he had done at the amusement park before, so he could put together a multi-camera video of my ladder climb and exposure.
I walked back to Holly, Ryan, and Jeremy, filled with shame and so horny that their might have been steam shooting out of my pussy.
“Yeah, Sarah! You kicked that ladder’s ass,” Holly hooted.
“I don’t know,” Ryan replied. “I only saw one ass out there and it wasn’t the ladder’s.”
I blushed even harder, feeling the flush across my face and chest. It was a hot night, but not THAT hot. I needed to cool off for a bit.
“Let’s get a drink,” I suggested. “It would seem that I have forty bucks to spend again.”
We found a stand to buy drinks. The guys both got beers, but Holly and I wanted to keep our wits about us and got bottled water.
“So how about another wager,” Jeremy suggested.
“Sure, Sarah’s ready to take more of your money,” Holly answered. “What did you have in mind?”
“The dunk tank,” Jeremy replied, immediately. “We alternate throws, first person to hit the target and dunk the person in the tank wins.”
“Twenty bucks each against a flash again?” I asked.
“Actually,” Holly started. “How about we raise the stakes a bit. Let’s make it fifty each.”
“100 bucks against a flash of tits everybody’s already seen?” Ryan asked. “No thanks. You’ve got nice ones, Sarah, but we’re going to need more for that kind of money.”
I felt embarrassed to have my breasts talked about like that, particularly the bit about everyone having already seen them. It was degrading to be bid over like a piece of meat, and for some reason I can’t name, it also really turned me on. I wanted these boys to be so horny for me they couldn’t walk straight, but it was still something of a surprise to hear myself say,
“I’ll get in the tank.”
“What?” Holly asked.
“If I lose, I’ll get in the tank for people to dunk. You already know I’m not wearing anything under this thin white shirt and skirt — what do you think I’ll look like when those are soaked through?
The guys exchanged a quick glance, then agreed to our terms. The idea of having me walk around with sheer, wet clothes and no bra or panties was, apparently, worth their 100 bucks.
We approached the guy running the dunk tank and the guys paid for 3 balls.
“Who throws first?” I asked.
“You do,” Holly answered. “There’s two of them, so they’ve got twice the chance to win. It’s only fair that you get to go first.”
Ryan and Jeremy seemed about to object but couldn’t find an argument that it wasn’t fair. Reluctantly, they agreed, and I took a ball and got into position.
I stretched out my arm a bit, feeling the nervous butterflies flood my stomach. I had played softball in high school and was pretty good then, but that felt like a long time ago, and I hadn’t thrown a ball in a while. I exhaled slowly, trying to calm my nerves, squared my shoulders and threw. The ball hit the dead center of the target, and the bikini-clad tank victim fell into the water.
Holly and I screamed in celebration, jumping and hugging. Just outside of our little group, I spotted Mike with his phone pointed toward me, and made sure to angle my chest toward him as I jumped, figuring it might add a little flash or two. I guess it showed enough, as we got the attention of some other passersby.
“Shit,” Jeremy cursed. “Here you go.”
He and Ryan each gave me the money I’d earn.
“Would you take that bet again?” Ryan asked.
“I’ll take money for hitting bullseyes all night!” I answered, suddenly very confident and a little lost in my temporary victory.
“Here that, everybody?” Holly said to anyone in ear shot. “My friend Sarah here is willing to bet anybody here that she can hit the target before you. If she wins, she gets 50 bucks. If you win, she takes over in the dunk tank for a while. And did I mention she’s not wearing anything under this thin white shirt and skirt?!”
My stomach leaped into my throat. What had Holly done?! The assembled crowd murmured to one another, and it wasn’t long before the first guy stepped forward.
“Let’s do it,” he said. “50 bucks against a chance to see that sweet ass? Hell yes!”
I blushed again, but turned to the game operator, ready to buy more balls.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I wanna see this as much as anyone — you can play as long as it takes.”
“Oh, um, thanks.” I said, avoiding his gaze as he leered at my chest. “I get first throw!”
Without waiting for an answer, I took the ball and wound up. Once again, my aim was good, and the girl in the bikini went down. Holly collected my $50 from the guy as he swore and took his place in the crowd again. I jumped and danced around, touting my own prowess. Judging by the eyes glued to my celebration, my loaner clothes must have been bouncing enough to give some enticing flashes of skin.
“Who else wants to give me 50 bucks? I can do this all night?”
Another taker stepped forward and we repeated the routine. Bam! Bullseye. Another. Another. I was on fire! I eventually wound up for what must have been my 10th throw and hit the target on the very edge. This time, the bikini girl stayed put.
Again, my stomach dropped. The streak was over, and now this guy got to throw. He didn’t look like a typical jock, so I thought I had a chance. He took his position and grabbed a ball. The crowd went completely silent, waiting to see what this guy could do. His throw was awkward, like he was using the wrong hand, and the ball sailed over the backstop, missing the target by at least 4 feet. The ever-growing crowd, now composed of at least 20 people, groaned loudly as I breathed a sigh of relief. I had another shot.
The guy who threw was clearly bummed.
“Jesus, Brian! Can’t you do anything right?!” Someone shouted from the crowd. “It’s just like high school gym all over again!”
Brian, the failed pitcher, looked downright humiliated. And … oh geez, was that a tear in his eye? Suddenly I was awash with sympathy for him. He was probably reliving every failed sporting attempt he’d ever made. Now, surrounded by people he’d grown up with, thinking he was finally past that time in his life when he’d be ridiculed for his lack of athletic ability, he had failed again. My heart nearly broke for him.
“Don’t listen to them, Brian,” I said, quietly enough so only he could hear. “Those guys are just assholes. Besides, you’re way cuter.”
He looked up and smiled slightly, and I gave him a wide grin. Reaching out my arms, I embraced him, and he returned the gesture.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’m so sick of being tortured cause I can’t throw a ball to save my life. You must not be from around here — nobody who is has ever been nice to me.”
“Well, it’s their loss,” I said. “I think you’re a sweetie.”
As I spoke, I felt his hand slide down my lower back and come to rest just above my ass. I had an idea to try to get this guy a moment of fame in this Podunk little town.
“Brian,” I whispered into his ear. “I want you to reach down to my skirt and lift it up.?
“What?” he asked, startled.
“Flash my butt to them and be a hero for a little while. I don’t mind.” I answered.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
In that moment, he really was cute — torn between fame (and my naked ass) and worry about my feelings.
“Do it,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ears.
Immediately, he slid his hands further down and I felt them on my cheeks. The crowd noticed right away and gave some hoots. He slid his hands back up, taking the fabric with them, and I felt myself become exposed.
Deafening cheers and whistles filled the air. “Get it, Brian!” someone shouted.
Without asking permission this time, he held my skirt up with one hand and reached down and squeezed my now bare ass cheek with the other, massaging it firmly. I was immediately turned on again to be fondled like this in front of so many eyes. I let out a low moan in Brian’s ear, and he reached down with his other hand and grabbed the other cheek.
Brian closed his eyes, squeezing and kneading both cheeks, then spreading them apart wide so I was sure everyone could see my asshole and some of my pussy from behind. He was in absolute heaven. He decided to see how far he could go, and reached further, his hand grazing the bottom of my cunt and sliding through my juices.
I figured the show had gone far enough and pushed him away. Once again, the crowd groaned. Looking over my shoulder, I saw staring eyes and cellphone lenses.
“You’re a sweetie, Brian,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Why don’t you try again.”
I handed him another ball, and he took it from me. His face no showed a mix of the high he was still riding and the nerves that were building quickly.
Closing the distance between us and speaking low, I said, “It’s ok, Brian. You can do this. Slow your breathing. Square up your stance, like this. Step forward, point your toe toward the target and bring the ball straight over the top. You can do this.”
At this point, I wasn’t really thinking about the consequences for me — I really just wanted to get Brian a win. He seemed like a decent guy, and he clearly needed a self-esteem boost.
I stepped back to give him room. Brian took a few slow breaths, squared his shoulders, stepped and threw. Bam! Splash!
The crowd erupted. “Yeaaaaaaah!!! Brian! Brian! Brian!” they chanted.
For his part, Brian kept his cool, looking very pleased with himself, but returning immediately to the matter at hand.
“I believe it’s your turn in the tank,” he said to me.
“I guess so,” I answered. “Nice throw, Brian.”
Holly gave me a thumbs up as I made my way toward the tank. The guy running it handed a towel the bikini girl as she climbed out, then held out his hand for me to hold as I climbed the 3 steps, then carefully maneuvered onto the little platform, doing my best to keep pussy from showing as I sat down.
I looked out at my audience, now grown to 30 or 40 very excited, mostly drunk people whooping and hollering lude suggestions as me. Sitting there, the object of so much desire, and knowing that I was only going to add to it once my clothes were wet and shear, I felt a strong urge to touch myself. I was growing hornier by the moment and wasn’t sure how long I could (or whether I wanted to) resist.
“Step right up folks!” The carnival operator yelled. “Come and dunk this gorgeous slut in the pool. Just $20 for a ball.”
“20 bucks?!” Someone yelled out. “A minute ago, it was 2 dollars!”
“As you can see,” he answered, “the game has changed. The new cost is 20 dollars per ball. Whose up first?”
Even with the new price, probably half the crowd started jockeying for position in line to throw. The first guy paid and missed, then quickly got shooed to the back of the line. Brian had ended up 2nd in line, but missed his throw, too. I was surprised to see that Holly was next, but not as surprised as when I saw her getting set to throw — she had clearly played quite a bit. She threw and was deadly accurate. Immediately, the platform unlocked beneath me, and I fell. I hadn’t anticipated what the fall would be like very well and landed awkwardly in the water with my feet out in front of me instead of beneath me.
It took a moment to get oriented and return to the surface, but when I did my first concern was to cough and sputter until I got the water out of my nose and throat. Then I heard the cheering and immediately came back to awareness of what was happening. Looking down, my shirt looked like it was made of plastic wrap, it was so sheer. My wet boobs were on full display with my nipples erect and poking against the transparent shirt. Beyond that, my white skirt was nearly as transparent where it clung to my legs and hips. The weight of the water had pulled it halfway down my hips, leaving the waist positioned about an inch away from leaving my tight, shaved pussy completely uncovered. There were enough pleats in the skirt that the many layers near the top were still mostly opaque, meaning nobody could see my cunt through the fabric. My instinct was to cover my chest or hike up my skirt, but I silently reminded myself why I was here and left my skirt where it was. Looking back to Holly, I saw her smile approvingly at this.
Actually, pretty much the entire crowd of faces was smiling approvingly at this. A few jealous-looking girlfriends scowled while their boyfriends cheered and hooted, but otherwise it seemed to be a well-received move. As far as I could tell, nobody seemed pissed off or likely to call the cops, which made me feel bolder than I had. The fact that all these guys were so transfixed by my body had me incredibly hot, even with the cool water I’d just been dunked in. For a moment, I just scanned the crowd, taking in their lust and feeding on it.
“I’m so wet,” I said for my fans, emphasizing the double entendre in the last word. “I guess I might as well stay in here for a bit. Who’s next?”
Immediately, another 10 guys got in line to throw at the target and handed their money over to the game operator. I’m sure he didn’t mind my stunt — between making 10 times his normal rate and getting to watch my fit, wet, nearly naked body in the tank, I was confident he’d let me stay as long as I wanted to.
Three guys in a row were either lousy at throwing or just overexcited and missed by a wide margin. The fourth knicked the edge of the target, but not hard enough to drop me. The fifth guy nailed it and I fell back into the cool water. This time I kept my balance better, and immediately pushed off the floor of the tank. The extra speed through the water pulled further on my skirt, lowering it even more. The crowd continued to cheer for the guy who threw the ball and for my nearly naked state. As I got back up on the platform, I saw that my skirt was now an inch or so above my slit.
“Yikes!” I said, in mock horror. “My skirt is sliding down! If I get dunked again, you might see my pussy!”
“I don’t see any bush showing,” a guy called out. “Looks like you’re shaved nice and smooth, aren’t you?”
“She sure is,” Jeremy answered. “We saw that cunt already, and it was smooth as silk. And it was probably just as wet before she got dunked.”
The guys in the crowd erupted in cheers and wolf-whistles and got ready to throw with renewed purpose. Everybody seemed to want to be the one to reveal my cunt. Listening to them talk about me like a piece of meat, describing my wet pussy to a crowd of strangers … I was more than ready to have my cunt revealed.
Trying not to reveal my desire, I said, “I’m getting kinda cold, and I think my friends are getting bored. I think I’ll get out now.”
The crowd booed immediately and enthusiastically.
“Please stay!” they called. “One more round!”
“OK, I’ll tell you what,” I began. I’ll stay, but from now on the balls cost $40. That’s 20 for me and 20 for this guy.” I gestured at the operator.
Two guys got out of line, but five more remained, seemingly deciding that this chance was worth their 40 bucks. The rest of the onlookers cheered them on fervently.
Once again, the first 4 failed to drop me into the water. I heard a few people egging on some of the more athletic guys to try again, only to be rebuffed with claims that they were out of money. Only one thrower remained, and wouldn’t you know it? It all came down to Brian.
Brian was kind of a heftier guy, so I’d guess that he was at least a little sweaty most of the time, but I could see he was sweating bullets now. I called him over to me and motioned for him to come around to the back of the tank. I stepped down the steps to join him. With my back turned to the rest of the crowd, I said quietly to him, “Take a deep breath, Brian. You can do this.”
He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly.
“Could I get another hug for good luck?” he asked, timidly.
I reached out my arms and pressed my wet body against him. He enclosed me in a warm embrace, fending off the chill of the evening air on my wet skin. I melted into him with a satisfied sigh. Immediately, his hands went down my back, under the waist of my skirt, and squeezed my bare butt ass under the fabric. The move did not go unnoticed by the crowd, who began to hoot and whistle again. I moaned softly in his ear, then said, “Rub my pussy for luck.”
Without any hesitation, he moved one hand around to my front and reached under my skirt. He traced my outer lips with two fingers, stroking gently up and down a few times. Each touch was pure electric sex. I moaned louder, and adjusted my stance so my legs were further apart.
Brian, sensing what I needed, opened my outer labia and found my clit, engorged and hyper-sensitive. He traced a few circles around my clit, causing me to inhale sharply. Reaching further down, he found my wet, hot cunt and inserted a thick finger. He pumped in and out a few times and I moaned loud enough for others to hear.
“Is he …?”
“Brian, are you fingering her?”
I felt Brian nodding at someone, then pull his finger out of my cunt and return to my clit, slippery from my juices. He used them to lubricate my slit, then grabbed in on either side with two fingers and began gently stroking up and down along the length of my clitoral hood. It felt incredible. Then he moved his other hand to the front and stuck another thick finger in my pussy, alternating strokes on the side walls as he pumped my clit with his first hand.
“Oh, God!” I moaned, no longer attempting to stay quiet. “Don’t stop Brian! Don’t stop! God, you’re so fucking good at that! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh god!”
I might have started with the intention of trying to give Brian another win — he seemed like a good guy who had gotten a raw deal growing up — but by the end, I was too overcome by his expert finger fucking to think about anything other than my own pleasure.
I was vaguely aware of voices that seemed much nearer than before, but I couldn’t be bothered to worry about them. Brian was getting me off in the most spectacular way, and I couldn’t pry an ounce of attention away from it. I felt hands tugging at my waistband, pulling my skirt down to the ground. I let it happen without even considering that both of Brian’s hands were busy. Instead, I just spread my legs wider now that I was unrestricted by the skirt.
It must have been less than a minute before I knew I was going to come. I felt it building and moaned and panted. As the moment approached, I held my breath, trying to hold out as long as possible before finally letting go.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh god!”
I felt my whole body spasm from the force of the orgasm. It ripped through me like a force of nature, a hurricane of ecstasy. Brian eased off on my clit, but added a finger to my pussy and began pumping rapidly, stroking the roof of my vagina. A ripple of my prior orgasm grew into a brand-new wave or orgasm, deeper in my body than the first. I felt an increasingly familiar burst, followed by hot liquid on my legs, and knew I had squirted. I panted uncontrollably, barely able to stand by holding onto Brian.
“She’s a squirter!” Someone yelled.
“Fuck, Brian — way to go, man!” Someone else added.
Gradually, the fog of orgasm cleared, and I opened my eyes to find that Brian and I were completely encircled by everyone who had been watching the dunk tank. Thirty pairs of eyes within feet of my dripping, post orgasmic, naked pussy. I shivered, but not from the cold. Nearby, in the crowd, Holly watched over me. Mike, camera phone in hand, was getting a closeup of my still-twitching cunt.
Suddenly, very aware of my nakedness, I searched the ground for my skirt. It was nowhere to be seen.
“Has anyone seen my skirt?” I asked. “I seem to have misplaced it.” Unsurprisingly, nobody had seen it.
“Dunk her, Brian!” someone called.
“I guess I still owe you a shot,” I told him.
He missed the target by a solid 4 feet, but nobody seemed to mind much this time. Afterward, I climbed back out of the dank (much to the chagrin of the accumulated crowd, who assumed the show was over). Holly was at my side again, helping me off the platform to the ground.
“I think we have time for another game,” she said, loudly enough for people nearby to hear. She clearly meant to keep our appreciative crowd with us.
“I guess I could do one more,” I said, anxious to see what Holly had in mind. “I mean, so far, I’ve won every game I’ve played! What’s next?”
“Derby Downs,” she answered immediately. Seeing the confusion on my face, she elaborated, “It’s the one with the water guns where you have to hit the target to make the horses move.”
That sounded fairly dull compared to the dunk tank, but I was sure there was an angle, so I went along with it. I craned my neck to see the game across the aisle and 5 or 6 stalls down.
“It looks a little dead,” I said, skeptically. “I don’t think we’ll have any competition.”
Looking around a bit more, I noticed that all the games were empty. My first thought was that they were closed, but I realized quickly that they were empty because everyone was here, still staring at my pussy. My earlier lust now fading, I became self-conscious and covered my exposed crotch with one hand and my breasts (covered only by a still wet and transparent white shirt) with my other arm.
“Oh, don’t bother with that,” Holly said, tugging at my arms. “They’ve all seen it anyway. Besides, if you let them see, I bet we’ll have people to play with at Derby Downs!”
I took a breath and let my arms drop to my sides, hearing a lone whistle from the murmuring crowd as I did. Holly linked arms with me and marched me over to the water gun game. Glancing behind, I could see the whole excited group following a few steps behind, anxious to see what would happen next. The reminder that I had these people under my spell stopped the decline of my arousal, and I immediately felt sexy and began to tingle again.
We arrived at the new game, and Holly explained her idea.
“Let’s do another bet,” she began. “Sarah’s been kicking everyone’s butts all night, so this time you get to gang up on her. It’s 10 bucks to enter the race, and it’s everybody against Sarah. If Sarah wins, she gets to keep your money and the bet is over. If someone else wins, they get the money, Sarah’s shirt, and 60 seconds to inspect Slutty Sarah’s naked body up-close and personal.”
The fact that Holly had called me Slutty Sarah probably should have thrown me off, but I had been internalizing that name already anyway. “Slutty Sarah” felt powerful and free, and I was beginning to lover being her.
As for the bet, I tried to act shocked, or like I wouldn’t even consider those terms, but I loved every bit of this deal. I figured I had a decent shot of winning some money but wasn’t actually sure I wanted to win any more. At this point, I wanted to be naked, and I wanted to be touched.
I managed a weak, “You’re so bad! Oh … OK.” Given how horny I was, this felt like pretty good acting.
More cheering when I agreed, and guys from the crowd (and a few girls) jostled to be one of the 10 racers for Derby Down. Everyone handed their money to Holly, and in the end, it was me, the guys from the ladder game (Jeremy and Ryan), 5 other guys who had been at the dunk tank, and two twenty-something women. The thought of one of them winning and having a woman touch my naked body for the crowd added another thrill to my situation. Scanning the crowd, I saw Brian looking on. I guess he hadn’t been able to get to one of the stools in time. I found myself wishing that he had, longing for him to touch me again.
“OK racers, take your marks,” the operator started. I don’t think anyone had actually paid him to play the game. Maybe he figured the show he was about to get was payment enough. Regardless, I moved to my stool and straddled it, the cold vinyl on my vulva instantly bringing my focus there, and away from the game. Unable to help myself, I rocked my hips slightly and felt the sinful delight of my wet pussy sliding across the textured vinyl. I knew as soon as I felt it that I could get off from nothing but this, if I had enough time.
Lost in my pleasure with the stool, I heard a bell ringing and realized it was the sound of the race starting. My hands weren’t even on the water gun. I reacted quickly and got the stream flowing and on-target, but the slow start made all the difference in this game. 6 of the other horses were ahead of mine and stayed that way all the way to the finish line.
“And the winner is, racer number 3!” The operator yelled out. “Sorry, Sarah — no luck this time!” With this, he looked at me and gave a sly grin.
I heard celebrating from a few stools down and turned to see that one of the women had one the race. I squirmed in my seat, again enjoying the feeling in a way that I hoped wasn’t too obvious. I was sure that anyone looking at my stool (and naked pussy — who would possibly be looking, right?) would notice the sticky little mess I was leaving on the vinyl.
The girl walked over to me. From the cheers, I gathered her name was Naomi. She was about my height, skinny instead of muscular, wearing cutoff jean shorts an American Flag bikini top that accented her C or D cup breasts nicely. She was tanned to perfection and completed the look with a cowboy hat over her long, bleach-blond hair.
Turning first to Holly, she put her hand out and said, “Money?” Holly handed her the pile of 5’s and 10’s she’d collected, and Naomi deposited it into her back pocket. She turned to me and said, “Shirt?” I didn’t hesitate. I pulled the damp, cold shirt over my head, glad to be rid of it, and handed it over.
“Alright, now,” she said, a little country girl twang in her voice. “Why doncha hop up here on this counter for me and spread those legs.”
Again, I moved without hesitating, eager to comply with her demands. I sat on the counter where all the water guns were anchored, feeling cold little pools of leaked water on my naked butt. I faced out toward the crowd, completely naked, and spread my legs. All eyes were glued to my naked body, and the crowd raised a frenzied crescendo of cheering, hooting, and whistling as I lifted my feed up onto the counter next to my butt, spreading my legs as wide as I could.
Naomi took my seat on the stool and pulled away a little as soon as her skin contacted it.
“You left the stool all wet!” She said loudly, smiling up at me. “You are a horny little thing, arncha?”
I nodded, agreeing readily as the noises from the crowd began to grow.
“OK, your 60 seconds begins now,” Holly said, holding her phone and apparently starting a timer.
Naomi stood and took my face in her hands, then leaned in and kissed me deeply. The skin on her hands and lips were so soft, and she smelled like flowers. Immediately I remembered why I enjoyed sex with women sometimes — there are so many senses involved, and everything is so much softer and more delicate. I melted into her, relaxing my lips and letting her tongue enter my mouth. My focus narrowed, and the world around us got darker and quieter. The crowd was still making noise, but it wasn’t really entering my notice anymore.
After a few moments of deep, soft kissing, Naomi pulled back, a thin line of spit connecting our parted lips momentarily. She moved down and kissed my neck, then my shoulder, then my chest, and finally reached my breasts. First, she kissed all around my areola, then she took my harder-than-ever nipple into her mouth and sucked firmly, letting her tongue flick the nipple as she did. One of her hands moved up to my other breast and she began kneading it before giving that nipple similar attention, pinching and flicking gently.
I moaned as she did this, no doubt causing another stir among the crowd, though my hyperfocus didn’t allow me to notice it. I love having both nipples stimulated at the same time, especially by a woman’s soft hands and mouth. My pussy, previously wet, was now positively dripping. My vagina tingled and clit ached, begging to be touched. Without trying to, I began lifting my pelvis slightly, humping at the air, searching for more stimulation.
I didn’t need to wait long. Naomi took her hand away from my breast (while continuing to suckle at the other one) and reached down. Slowly, waiting to see if I would object, she touched my outer lips, gently stroking them. Pivoting to the side, I forced my clit onto one of her fingers. Taking a moment to gather some lubrication from my gaping cunt, she began rubbing slowly at the sides of my clitoral hood, stroking up and down.
I began moaning in earnest now, sure that I was only moments away from a massive orgasm. Naomi took her mouth away from my breast and moved down between my legs, teasingly slow, as she continued to stimulate my clit through the hood. I panted, my naked chest heaving for my fans. Naomi stuck out her tongue and inched it closer and closer to my clit, the anticipation nearly killing me.
Finally, she made contact, and I knew I would cum any second.
“Stop.” Holly said. “That’s your 60 seconds!”
“Naomi and I both looked at Holly and said, simultaneously, “One more minute?”
“Sorry,” Holly answered. “That’s all you won. Thanks for playing!”
Naomi, dejected, stood from the stool and rejoined the crowd. I was at total loss, still on the edge of a massive orgasm, my legs spread and vulva red and puffy. I continued humping at the air unconsciously, but not finding the stimulation I needed. With only a moment of hesitation, I decided to just go for it and reached my hand toward my pussy, ready to finish myself off as the crowd watched and recorded my debauchery.
Before I could reach it, I felt a stinging on my hand and looked down to see Holly had slapped my hand away from my own pussy!
“You didn’t win the game,” Holly said. “So no touching. Besides, this is how I want you for the next game.”
“What’s the next game?” Someone asked, eagerly.
“Simple,” Holly answered. “Derby downs again, only this time Slutty Sarah is the horse who needs to cross the finish line.”
Holly walked around to the back side of the counter and tugged at my legs, turning me and helping me get down on the back side.
To the operator, she said, “Help me get her up here, ok?” She gestured to a little ledge, just above the target I’d been shooting at a minute earlier. He nodded, and together they lifted me up on the ledge. The operator guy grabbed a quick squeeze on one of my breasts after they got me up, sending a quiver through my pussy again.
“Now help me hold her legs,” Holly told the guy. Standing to my right, she lifted my right leg up and pulled it as wide as it would go, lifting my knee up to chest level, then grasping my foot and calf against her chest to hold me in place. Mirroring Holly, the operator grabbed my left leg, lifting it and spreading me wide. From the draft below, I knew I was as exposed as I could possibly be. The operator guy leaned over and took the liberty of a close look at my pink, fleshy folds and gaping, wide-open vagina.
“So, here’s the game,” Holly went on, addressing the crowd as they stared and took pictures of my most intimate parts. “You put down 20 bucks and you get to spray Sarah here for 20 seconds. If she has an orgasm during your turn, you win the money and a ride on the Ferris wheel with Slutty Sarah. She will be naked, horny, and very grateful that you just made her come. You figure out the rest. Sarah keeps the money.”
Holly looked at me for confirmation and I nodded immediately. Frankly, all I heard was “orgasm” and I was in.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, dimly aware of people jostling for a spot in line, my hips rocking in anticipation. I needed to come so badly. Finally, after what seemed like a lot of arguments along the lines of, “I don’t want to be that early, she’ll need more time than that,” and “No way I’m letting you in front of me, she’s definitely going to finish earlier than that,” it seemed they were ready to start.
By this point, I felt barely able to string a thought together. All my attention was on my wet, exposed cunt. I could feel each new drip of my juices trickling out of me and down to my ass hole. I let out a steady stream of moans and whimpers to match my steady stream of lubrication.
“Ready?” Holly whispered in my ear.
I opened my eyes, unable to speak, panting and trying to communicate how much I needed this to happen RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.
“Do it, man!” She’s ready for you!
Moments later I felt the impact, followed by the cold of the water. The temperature shocked me out of stupor. Obviously, there was no need to heat the water gun water normally, so I was sure it was just coming out of a hose or something. It was also a really high-pressure jet, much higher than I’d use if I were pleasuring myself with a shower head, for example.
The net effect was bracing and somewhat uncomfortable, and for the moment I felt my orgasm begin to slip away. It didn’t help that the guy aiming the gun was either a lousy shot or didn’t really know which parts to aim for. He mainly just oscillated rapidly from side to side across my entire vulva. If I had just been getting started, this might have been decent foreplay. In my state, though, it was just really frustrating to have no stimulation where I wanted it. Twenty seconds ticked by slowly, without any pleasure from the water.
The second guy took the stool and was clearly going for a more direct approach. He aimed the jet straight into my gaping vagina and held it there. It felt better than the first guy’s attempt, for sure. The cool water filled me and overflowed, turning my pussy into a little bubbling fountain. I felt myself stretched and massaged on the inside by the water, and actually enjoyed it quite a bit, though I’d have preferred warm water.
The next guy meant business and aimed straight for my clit. I immediately began to squirm, but not with pleasure. My clit was too sensitive, and the water was too forceful. When I get really turned on, sometimes direct contact with my clit is just too much. Now was definitely one of those times, especially when the contact was from this water gun that might as well have been a fire hose.
Unfortunately, the next two guys must have taken my squirming for pleasure and followed his lead by aiming for my clit and holding steady. By then, I’d have enough.
“Guys, quit aiming right at my clit — it’s too sensitive!” I told the crowd. “You need to go to the side a little or something.”
Next up was Naomi. She put her twenty bucks on the counter and smiled confidently at me. “I’ll take care of ya, sweetie,” she said.
Grabbing the handles of the water gun, she took aim and fired. She was a crack shot and a good listener, hitting just to the left of my clit. The vibrations from the water transferred through my clitoral hood, giving me just the right amount of stimulation. Just like that, I was back in the game. I moaned my approval for Naomi as she finished her twenty seconds.
“Oh, God, that’s so good!” I told her, hoping the others would follow her example instead of the clueless guys who preceded her.
Fortunately, they did! Over the next few twenty second intervals, the jet massaged the left and right side of my clit, transferring pure yummy vibration exactly how I needed it, and I felt my orgasm approaching. I moaned loudly, telling them, “Yes! Just like that! Don’t stop!”
The next guy announced, “I’m gonna get her butthole,” to a small cheer from some of his buddies. True to his word, he sent a jet straight for my exposed anus. I was disappointed at first to have my clit work interrupted, but the sensation of the water on my asshole and perineum was still pretty fantastic.
Another woman was up next. “Hold on just a sec, don’t start my time,” she said.
She moved quickly around the counter to where I was perched, taking in the sight of my stretched-out cunt staring her in the face. I didn’t think Holly would allow it, but I desperately wanted her to dive in and start licking me, to reach up and finger fuck me to orgasm. She reached toward my pussy, and I thought I might get my wish, but instead she grabbed the hand of the game operator who was still holding me with Holly.
“Help me out,” she said. “I need your hand.”
Guiding his hand, she rested it so the blade of his hand was at the top of my vulva, palm facing the counter, making a little backboard for my pussy.
“Now curve your hand a little, like this, and give it a little squeeze. Perfect!”
With her guidance, the operator was now squeezing my vulva between the heel of his hand and his fingertips. The pinky side of his hand still rested against the top of my vulva.
“Keep it just like that, OK?” She directed they guy. He nodded vaguely and she turned to go back around to the counter. I wondered what she had in mind as she moved back to her stool, then felt the game operator take a quick swipe across my clit with his thumb, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. Simultaneously, he increased the pressure of his squeeze just a little, and with a nearly imperceptible popping sensation, I felt my clit come out from the cover of my hood.
“Oh, god,” I moaned softly, biting my lip as I turned my head to see the operators shit-eating grin.
The woman took her position on the stool and grabbed the gun. She fired and hit the man’s hand instead of hitting me at all. I was momentarily confused, but then I felt the water run down from his hand straight across my clit. Now it was gentle, having lost most of its speed on impact with the hand. It even felt a little warmer. My exposed clitoris was hypersensitive, but the stream of water was gentle enough to feel just perfect.
“Oh, yes!” I called out. “Oh fuck. Oh god! Yes!”
My crowd sensed that I was getting near to an orgasm again and seemed to press in closer. The woman’s turn ended. As the next guy was getting into position, I felt a few more light swipes from the Derby Downs guy’s rough thumb. I gasped hard with each one.
Two more guys took turns, aiming straight for the backboard and letting the water work its magic. The pressure began to build up inside me, and I knew I was close. I shifted to support my weight with one hand and reached up to pinch my nipple with the other.