Attitude Adjustment Book V

 

Laura was startled into wakefulness for a moment when she felt the waterbed undulate gently beneath her, then relaxed.  It was always the same with this bed, and it was the one thing she still had not gotten used to about sleeping on it.  She never had a water bed before and was always surprised at how it would amplify her slightest movement, the bed acting almost as if someone was on it with her.  Of course, whenever she looked she was always alone, which was why she never bothered to check any more and just went back to sleep again.  How ridiculous can a person be!  Just like when she was a little girl and afraid of what was making those odd noises under her bed in the middle of the night.  Naturally, nothing was ever there, either!  Even so, it still bothered her whenever those strange movements of the waterbed happened.

Yet, she knew that all was well.  For the first time since moving in with her new family, Laura felt content. Here she was, happily laying in bed like a lazy slut in the middle of the day, a working day at that, after completing one of her most satisfying sleeps ever.  Life was truly wonderful.  She was living with people she knew who really cared for her and that she loved in returned, and that was all that mattered.  Even as a little girl, she had always needed the thought that she had been loved by her family, and had returned that love unstintingly. Their being strict with her (such as not being allowed to date) she realized had been their old-fashioned way of saying they cared.  It gave her a solid sense of security, like when she would wrap herself in a nice warm blanket on a cold winter's day.

Doris and even Missy were as equally strict with her as her old family had been, just in a different way.  It was their way of saying that they truly cared for her.  Her sense of comfortable warmth grew as she thought about her new family and how very differently they appeared to her now.

Even though Missy was only 14 and one of her students, Laura couldn't help but consider her as nothing less a far more experienced older sister.  The girl was so much wiser then Laura was about everything.  Laura felt the teenager had the ability to look into her very soul, she seemed to know her so well.  She knew that the proper role of any older sibling was to protect and teach the younger members of the family, while the youngsters were supposed to listen and obey them.  Although Missy seemed to delight in getting her into incredibly embarrassing situations, she was only doing so because she really cared.  She cared!  Laura's heart sang at the thought. She cared!

The formidable Doris, at times so stiff and unforgiving, cared for her as well.  Even her cool indifference to the strange situations Laura seemed to find herself in lately, was typical of a mother's love.  Wasn't she always there afterwards to help her in the shower and then tuck her safely into bed afterwards?  Wasn't she always trying to teach her, by making her pay for her silly mistakes, so she would be less inclined to make them again in the future?  Doris wanted to be obeyed absolutely.  Well, what mother didn't?  Was this so different from her old life?  Her old life which she was finding increasingly difficult to remember, so much had happened to her.

Thinking about her youth, Laura felt a brief pang of sorrow.  The one thing she truly remembered about her old family was how devoted she had always been to them. Which was why being thrown out by them, her own family, without any reason at all, had been so traumatic for her. Her sense of security had been cruelly stripped away, just the way her clothes had been.

"Hey!" she murmured.  What an idea!  Perhaps that's why she had been having such trouble with her clothes lately. Inside she felt undressed, so that's what she became on the outside?  No, that didn't sound right at all.  Damn. She knew what the problem was all right.  The reason she didn't have any clothes was because she stupidly left them down in the basement too long and was now totally dependent on Doris and Missy for what she was wearing.

"Oops," she muttered.  Well, it was a honest mistake, wasn't it?  How was she supposed to know the basement was so wet here?  It didn't look that damp.  In fact, it looked quite dry.  Still, she wished now she had paid more attention to the psychology courses she was required to take in college, instead of having such a great time trying to tease all of those professors into an early coronary.  Perhaps then she could understand why her life was such a roller-coaster ride lately.

Laura had not realized until now how badly she had depended on it, that comfortable feeling of security she had gotten from her family, even as an adult, until it was no longer there.  Well, she would show them.  She had a new family now, one that truly loved her and cared for her.  OK, the Manchesters were a little unorthodox now and then, but what family didn't have their little eccentricities?  If she could only get Missy to be a little less demonstrative in her public affections, life could be very good indeed!

Well, she was home now.  She felt so warm here, so comfortable, so safe and secure.  Even her dreams were getting better.  Her precious Missy, wise beyond her years, was probably right yet again.  Her highly erotic dreams, almost hallucinations really the were so vivid, were only the result of her settling into her new environment.  Perfectly natural.

Take her latest, for example.  This morning's dream that she had after Missy left for school had not been anywhere near as frantic as they usually were.  Still, it had been very strange all the same.  She was at a large family reunion, but with the surprise this time of seeing Missy and Doris sitting at the large kitchen table at the places where her old family usually sat.  It was her high school graduation party and everyone was there, every aunt, uncle, and cousin that she possessed.  Laura had been the only one nude of course, but she was getting use to that.  In fact, in her dream she had been quite calm about it, as if it had been the most natural thing in the world.

It had been the first dream she could remember where nothing actually sexual happened to her.  Except for her being nude, that is.  Well, come to think of it, it had been somewhat stimulating at that, standing there in front of all those people, drinking in those hungry looks she had been getting from her relatives, especially from the women.  Even her sex was still feeling more than a little tingly because of it.

Laura's contentment swelled to feelings of absolute euphoria and she wondered why.  Had the dream been that good?  Or was she simply happy to be here in this house?

The faint tingling, tickling sensation she had noticed earlier from her simmering crotch was becoming more prominent.  "Mmmmm," Laura purred as she ground her hips into the silk sheet, her nipples hardening expectantly as the delightful warmth expanded within her.  After sleeping so well, Laura was surprised to find herself feeling more than a little sexy.  It worried her that more and more she lived in a state of almost constant excitement, like a cat in perpetual heat.

Even now.  She felt so ready she could die!  If only Missy were here, she would know what to do.  The delicious tickling sensation between her legs continued to grow.  She spread her legs farther apart and moved her hips to increase the wonderful sensations radiating from her pussy.  Oh, it felt so good, the feel of the slick material against her fevered skin!  Whoever invented silk sheets was a genius!

The tickling persisted, and Laura finally realized with a start what was happening.  She froze in horror!  She was being licked!  She was being licked between her legs!

Laura took a deep breath and relaxed.  It had to be Missy of course.  Her Missy had come back to her and, knowing her need, was licking her, loving her, between her legs!

"Yes, Missy, my precious, my love!" Laura murmured with quiet enthusiasm.  "Oh, yes!"  What a caring family!  She was so lucky!

Sure enough, the licking increased and Laura almost melted.  Hands slipped under her squirming hips and gently held her firm rounded buttocks.  Something began to go in and out of her ready cunt and she really did melt.  She had become so sensitive down there lately, that whatever Missy was doing to her now was making her toes curl!

"Oooh, Missy, my darling sister.  What you do to me! What is that?  It feels so good!" she purred.  "So good!"

"Thanks, but the name's Betty, ma'am," a muffled, unfamiliar voice said cheerfully.

Laura's glowing erotic dream world collapsed instantly. She raised her head and stared, wide-eyed and open- mouthed with horror, between her heaving breasts and down the length of her nude body to the unbelievable sight that she found between her shamefully spread legs.  She was greeted by a mop of short dark blonde hair and a pair of merry blue eyes which carefully watched her over her trimmed mound of soft pubic hair.  She could not see the rest of the girl's face because it was buried deep into her steaming crotch!

"Ah...ah...ah...," Laura squeaked vainly in protest.  She tried desperately to scream an objection of this open defilement of her proud body, but she was speechless with shock!  Paralyzed, she could only observe her own violation as fantastic, wonderful things continued to happened between her legs.

Even as she watched, the delicious feelings she had felt radiating from her sex quickly returned.  Even in the midst of her horror at this defilement, she was stunned to realize that her body was responding joyously to what was happening.  She hated herself for feeling this way, this terrible loss of control, but she just couldn't help herself.  Oh, God!  This was all so insane!  She was being helplessly aroused and yet she loved it!  She loved every minute of it!  It was all so exquisite!  So wonderful!

Suddenly feeling herself on the brink of an orgasm, she frantically tried one final effort to escape this delightful torment.  Her hands shaking with the effort, she clutched tightly the sheet covering the bed beneath her, and tried to drag herself off the large water bed, but the loving hands on her buttocks kept her firmly in place.

Unable to get away from that fantastic mouth, Laura dropped her head in defeat onto the rolling bed.  She stared helplessly at the ceiling as silent tears started to run from the corners of her eyes.  Why did this keep happening to her?  Why did her beautiful body always betray her, always act as if it had a mind of its own?

The girl must have noticed her surrender, because Laura felt the small hands leave her buttocks and begin to slide up the sides of her trembling body.  They smoothly went past her indented waist and the flair of her sensitive ribs to stop just below the bottom swell of her waiting breasts.  She was so close now, Laura knew the slightest extra sensation would set her off.  The thought alone of those hands all over her lonely, aching breasts, teasing her erect nipples, was almost enough.  She wanted those hands, needed them.

But the hands never moved!  She couldn't believe it. They just stayed there, directly below her chest, yet the terrible, fantastic teasing of her cunt continued.  It was maddening!  God only knew what the girl was doing to her down there.  It felt like she was being nibbled, sucked, licked and everything else, and all at the same time!  But it wasn't enough!  For some reason, she was sure her erect clitoris was being left alone.

Then it hit her like a thunderbolt.  My God!  The stranger between her legs wasn't allowing her to finish, to climax, to...to cum.

She had to finish, she just had to!  Her body writhed and jumped in frustration as the girl calmly continued to work her poor abused crotch.  She arched her back to make her breasts more prominent.  How long could this go on before she went mad?  Please, she finally prayed in desperation over and over.  Please touch my tits.  Make me cum!  I need to cum.  Please make me cum!

"OK, ma'am," a stunned Laura heard Betty say.  "Anything you say."

"AAAAAAH!" Laura screamed in dismay as she held her head in her hands.  OH GOD!  OH NO!  Anything but that!  She had been thinking out loud!  OUT LOUD!

Betty's hands tenderly clutched her throbbing breasts and began twisting the nipples.  The girl's mouth fastened onto her clitoris and Laura mercifully couldn't think any more as wondrous feelings of pure pleasure radiated from her body and flooded through her tormented mind.  At last it was enough.

"Ah!" Laura cried out weakly as her body finally found its release in a climax which rocked her very soul!  She jumped and twisted as wave after wave of sensuous pleasure pulsated in her.

At last it was over.  She lay on the bed, feeling totally spent.  She looked up and watched numbly as Betty eagerly lapped up her flowing vaginal juices.  Laura dropped her head back down to the bed.  She didn't even try to cover herself with the sheet.  Why bother?  Nothing mattered any more.  A total stranger had just taken her, and she had actually encouraged her to violate her body!  Oh, God!  She could not imagine anything more humiliating. She was finished.

Laura felt the girl leave the bed but she still did not move.  She only wanted to die, and that was all.

"Come along," Betty said.  "We have work to do and I still have other deliveries to make."

"What?" mumbled Laura.

"You must come with me and try on your clothes, otherwise I'll have to take them all back."

"My clothes?"

"Yes, your clothes."  Betty took Laura by her feet and swung her legs over the side of the bed.  She then took Laura's hands in her own and pulled the unresisting young woman off of the bed.

Standing shakily erect, Laura finally noticed the dark green uniform the pretty girl was wearing.  Over her prominent left breast was the name "Betty," and underneath the letters "PPP."

"Who...who are you?" a dazed Laura asked as she was being led passively out of her bedroom and down the hall by her green-clad intruder.  "What are you doing here?"

"I'm Betty, remember?  I'm with the 'Triple-P.'  You know, the Personal Package People.  Our motto, 'We Deliver'?"

"A delivery person?" an increasingly perplexed Laura said.  "But how did you get in?"

"The owner, a Mrs. Doris M., left a key with the dispatcher.  Said for the driver to just come in and make herself at home."

"Left a key?  I don't understand!" Laura whined.

"Couldn't just leave all those fine clothes outside, now could I?  Besides, you must try them on now, otherwise it all goes back to the store!"

"Yes, but...but...you...!"

Laura's protests stopped short as the pair entered the front living room.  The room was brilliantly lit from the afternoon sun pouring through the large uncovered picture window.  On the coffee table was a respectable stack of boxes from one of the town's more expensive stores.

"Oh, my!" Laura gasped.  She tried to go back into the hall but Betty retained the grip on her hands and continued to pull her into the center of the room.

"But I'm naked!" cried a blushing Laura, who kept ineffectually trying to cover herself with her arms.

"We don't have time for that now," said Betty firmly. "You must try these on, and quickly.  This is not my only stop today, you know."

"At least...at least let's take these back to one of the bedrooms?  OK?" Laura pleaded.

"Oh, sure.  And have them disappear before they are checked out and signed for?  No thanks!"

"Please?"

Betty released her hold on Laura's hands, and said sternly, "Now, quit fooling around and get busy!"

"All right," Laura meekly replied.  Missy had said something about trying on some clothes today, so try them on she would.

She lowered her head in shame.  She hated to do this, yet if she didn't she might run the risk of ruining some of these expensive new clothes Doris and Missy had gotten her.  "Could I please have a towel?" she asked humbly. "It's to...to dry myself off with."

"My, we certainly were juicy today, weren't we?"

Mortified, Laura could only give a quick nod her head in reply.

"OK.  You wait here.  I'll get it."

Trying to ignore the picture window as much as possible, Laura started to look through the many flat boxes.  Her first impressions from the few she opened was that they were all clothes of very high quality, very well designed and very expensive.

"My God," she said in wonder.  "They must have spent hours picking this stuff out."  What could Doris be thinking?  Laura had never owned clothes like that in her entire life!

Betty returned with a towel and a damp wash cloth. Before Laura could take them from her, the delivery girl went behind her and began a brisk wash of her sweaty back.

"But I can do that!" protested Laura, as she tried not to think of what any passersby might make of all this.

"Relax!" sang Betty.  "It's part of the service.  Now, spread your legs."

"Oh!" Laura exclaimed as she closed her eyes and complied with the request.  She didn't want to see anything, she just wanted it to be over.  How she kept getting herself into these messes was something she would never understand.

In a remarkably short time, Laura found herself feeling surprisingly clean and refreshed.  She opened her eyes in wonder at the transformation as Betty found her first box.  She looked in the mirror over the couch in wonder. The girl had even brushed her hair for her!

"Thank you," she said quietly.  The brief look in the mirror reminded her of how exposed she was and she resolved to ignore it as much as possible.

"You're welcome.  Now for the clothes," Betty said as she handed the first box to her.  "Without the interruptions this time."

It took almost two and a half hours, but they were almost through.  Laura was amazed at the collection.  The clothes were an astonishing array of things, from underwear to one or two evening gowns, and at least one of everything in-between.  Clothes for school, for swimming, for casual as well as formal ware, it was all covered.  Some of the things were surprisingly tight, and Laura realized that she would have to loose a few pounds, but to mention having her breasts reduced in size, to make them fit even half-way decently, especially the ones which were designed to be worn without any underwear. Yet she found even the looser items still clung to her skin, faithfully following her every curve and bulge.

About half-way through the stack, Laura realized that these fine things which her new family had gotten for her had two things in common: first, they all displayed her body to devastating advantage, and, second, they all were really too exciting for her to even wear.  It was amazing!  She couldn't believe how turned on she was feeling after trying on so many of them, even after her shameful episode of earlier that day.  How she could wear anything that affected her so out on the street or to school she couldn't possibly imagine.  Still, Laura wondered which of these terribly exciting new clothes she would be able to keep, and how would she ever be able to pay back the Manchesters for their unstinting generosity. Such good people!

Once again between outfits, a nude Laura felt an odd prickling on the back of her neck and turned to look behind her.  "Oh my God!"  The window was filled with waving neighbors and their small children!

Laura felt faint, even a little nauseous.  She had been so focused on her clothes that she had forgotten about everything else, the mirror over the couch, the window, everything.

"I have to sit down," she said weakly.

"One more to go, then I can leave and you can have your nervous breakdown."

Laura smiled a little at that.  Yes, a nervous breakdown would be just the thing right now!

"Come on!" demanded an impatient Betty.  "There's nothing you've got they haven't seen already, so let's just do it."

Laura sighed, and put on the last outfit.  At least this was a business suit, with a silk blouse and matching jacket and mid-thigh skirt.  Outside, her audience applauded their approval.

"OK, now what?"

"First put everything back in their boxes."

"Everything?"

"Yes, including what you are wearing!"

"Oh!"  Laura dutifully stripped.

"Next, which outfits did not fit properly?"

"Well, several were rather tight."

"Sorry, but they can only be damaged or too big for them to be returned to the store.  My delivery instructions were very specific about this."

"Oh.  Well, there's a few skirts that are much shorter than..."

"Sorry, but 'short' is included with 'tight.'  You do understand?"

"No, but it wouldn't be the first time.  All right then, they all fit!"

"Great!  Sign here and it's all yours."

"What!"

"Just sign."

"Doris, I mean Mrs. Manchester, can't afford all this."

"Lady, just sign.  You can work it all out later."

Laura reluctantly took the offered clipboard and was going to sign her name, when she noticed that it was her name and credit card number on the manifest.  "Hey, wait a minute!  What's going on here?"

"I knew this was going to happen.  Here, I have a note for you from Mrs. D."

"Oh God," muttered a worried Laura as she took the sealed envelope with her name printed neatly on the front.  Even with her not in the house, she still was able to irritate that woman.   She quickly tore open the envelope and found a single typewritten page inside.

With trembling hands Laura read:

MISS P.

ONCE AGAIN YOU HAVE DISAPPOINTED ME WITH YOUR CHILDISH BEHAVIOR.  I WILL OF COURSE GIVE YOU THE MONEY FOR EVERYTHING AT A LATER DATE.

YOU WILL DO AS THE GIRL ASKS, THEN TAKE EVERYTHING TO MY ROOM.  TOUCH NOTHING, WEAR NOTHING.

AFTER THE GIRL LEAVES, THERE ARE SOME ERRANDS I WANT YOU TO RUN AT THE LOCAL MALL.  WHAT YOU NEED TO BUY IS LISTED ON THE HOME PC.  YOU WILL FIND CLOTHES THAT MISSY PICKED OUT FOR YOU IN THE BOX MARKED "MALL" THAT THE DRIVER WILL GIVE YOU BEFORE SHE DEPARTS.

DON'T DISAPPOINT ME AGAIN.

MRS. M.

Laura quickly took back the clipboard and immediately signed for the clothes, wincing only slightly at the vast amount of the money she now owed.

"Thank you, ma'am!" said Betty, cheerful once more as she took back her clipboard.  "Here's your box, and I am out of here!  Bye!"

*****

Laura was once again nude and alone in the house, not counting the 25 or so women of various ages still happily watching her through the window.

With as much dignity as she could muster, Laura set her box onto the stack with all of the others and, staggering under the load, took them to Doris' bedroom and set them carefully onto the bed.

She set aside the box marked "Mall."  The last thing Laura needed today was to wear anything Missy had picked out.  "I'll bet it's just a piece of dental floss," she grumbled, as she opened the box to see what the child had picked out for her this time.  She was not happy with what she found.

They were obviously some of Missy's old things and not very suitable for a grown woman at all.

"God, I can't!"  Laura moaned as she looked at the things she was left with.  She knew going to the closet to find something else would be a waste of time.  Besides, Doris had been very exact in her instructions, and you didn't trifle with Doris.  Oh, no!

"Missy, no!" she yelled to the empty house.  "Not now!"

Laura grabbed the outfit and held it up in front of her. "I can't, I just can't," she groaned, looking at what she was holding, just a skirt, a short T-shirt, and a pair of single strap pumps with very long heels, and no underwear anywhere.

"Missy, I can't wear this!" Laura shouted.  "Missy!"

She looked despondently at her outfit for the day.  "oh, hell," Laura moaned.  "They can't expect me to wear this, they just can't."

The clothes were certainly for someone with a much smaller frame than hers.  The skirt, if she could get it over her hips, would barely cover her behind.  And the T- shirt was much worse.  On Missy it would have been tight. But on Laura with her much larger breasts it would surely burst every seam.

She looked in the box again and saw a tiny white ball of nylon stuck in a corner.  She picked it up in dismay. Laura looked at the thing in her hands and held it up in front of her. "Oh, my!" she cried.

She opened the tiny white ball, then held it up in front of her.  "Dear God, a body stocking!"

Then she smiled when she remembered wearing something similar when she would go to dance class when she was young.  The looks she got made her body tingle even then.  Once Laura became very daring and didn't wear her underwear to class.  The feeling of the material against her bare skin kept her nipples hard all day, and made her sex all tingly.  The looks she got made her feel so dirty.  They looked and even stared at the sexy lines of her body pressing against the skin-tight dance leotard.  The fire she saw in some of their eyes had scared her so badly she never did that again, and in fact dropped from that dance class soon after!

She wondered if she should just stay where she was and not go anywhere dressed in the absurd outfit Missy had picked out for her.  But she really had no choice.  Doris had given her explicit instructions to go to the mall, and so to the mall she must go.  Although she never said which mall, Laura knew that the current family favorite was a new one which had just opened a few miles out of town.

Traffic was usually fierce this late in the afternoon, but she could avoid the crowded freeway by taking the back road.  It was pure country driving, but it would cut down her driving time considerably, and time was getting short.  Already it was nearing when the Manchesters would be returning home.  Plus, she always hated country driving at night and sun set was coming earlier each day.

So, taking a deep breath, she spread out her clothes neatly on the bed began to get dressed.  "I can't believe I'm even thinking of doing this," Laura muttered as she picked up the body stocking. Rubbing the white material between her fingers made her body begin to grow warm. "This is crazy."

But as she argued with herself, she sat down and put her feet into the tiny leg holes and pulled the tiny garment up her well-sculptured legs.  The material stretched easily and formed itself around each leg.  Laura stood up and pulled upward stretching it around her thighs then over her hips.  Laura was actually shaking as she continued to stretch the suit up her body.  She tugged it over her breasts, then grabbed the tiny nylon zipper that started right between her swelling mounds and pulled it upward.  The material squeezed her large breasts, trying to smash them flat, but all it really did was make them look even bigger.  Her nipples hardened to their utmost, straining to push themselves free of their tight white confinement.

Laura looked at herself in the mirror.  "My God!"  From the tips of her toes, to her neck she was encased in sexy white nylon!

Her mind began to spin as she stared at the skin tight white body stocking.  You could see everything!  Her breasts flawlessly showed through the tight nylon suit. You could see their lovely roundness, each aureole perfectly displayed, her nipples hard and erect.  She might as well have been topless!  Laura ran her fingers over them and fell back onto the bed, as the feeling made her knees weak.  The silky material made her nipples even more sensitive somehow!  Looking between her legs, Laura groaned.  She could see her pubic mound pressing itself against the practically transparent white crotch.  The dark triangle of hair was in perfect view, and her nether lips swelled outward as the white material pushed its way between them and into her tingling slit. Her clitoris looked even harder than her nipples as it too strained to escape.  It seemed to be begging her to touch it!

"Missy, what are you doing to me?!"

But as she looked, her mind drifted back to her classes yesterday, and the outfit that hid almost nothing.  As she made her way through her students and the greedy eyes that followed her every move, she had almost climaxed even then.  It was so exciting, looking at their faces as they watched her breasts gently bounce with each step as she gave her behind a graceful sway.

Laura knew she shouldn't, but the thought of what she might flash the customers at the mall was too good to miss.

She grabbed the skirt and, surprisingly, it fit over her hips.  Laura did have to wiggle her hips to zip it up, and the button barely fit through the button hole, but the skirt did fit, although nice and tight.

Laura's mind flashed back to her mini-skirts she wore when she was 14.  She felt so sexy in them.  Even then she had a body to die for.  Her breasts were smaller of course, but still large enough to bounce quite sexily without a bra.  The rest of her young body had taken shape over her fourteenth summer too.  Remembering all the looks she got as she swiveled her hips like a high fashion model when she walked, made her heart pound.  The skirts she wore were short, almost short enough to expose her panties with each step.  Laura spent many of those days in a daze, right on the edge of orgasm.  Every eye looking at her young body made her head spin then, and just the thought of it now made it was causing her trouble concentrating.

But this skirt was shorter than that, it was the shortest thing she'd ever worn, and blushed as she looked down and saw every inch of her shapely legs.  Without being able to see behind her, she knew just how short.  The hem of the skirt was tickling the bottom curves of her firm buttocks.

She picked up her top saw that there was printing on it. "Missy, I can't wear this!"  It read, "Sexy Girl Inside."

But Laura looked down at what she was wearing now and knew she had little choice.  If she didn't wear it, everyone who saw her would see her bare breasts under the nylon stocking.  Missy had her.

She angrily pulled the T-shirt over her head, and tugged it over her chest.  Laura cursed under her breath, "Damn her!"  She would get the child for this.  She was a teacher, not some plaything to dress as she wished.

Laura tried to pull it down to cover her exposed middle section but it was no use.  On Missy it would have covered everything, except perhaps the teen's bellybutton.  But on Laura, with her larger assets and longer frame, it just covered her breasts, leaving her entire mid-drift bare.  The top, like the skirt, somehow fit.  It was straining, and held both of Laura's firm mounds like a second skin.  It was as if it was painted on!

"At least you can't see through it,"  Laura said, but that didn't make her feel any better.

Laura sat down on the bed and strapped both pumps on her feet.  She blushed as she looked at them.  These were what the girls in her senior class at New Berlin had called their "fuck-me" pumps.

She stood and, balancing carefully, slowly walked around the room, getting used to her new shoes.

"Damn, these are high!  Doesn't that girl ever believe in flats?"

She checked her watch and realized that she really did not have time for this.  She went into the kitchen, where a laptop on the kitchen table was flashing, "PRESS ANY KEY."

She tapped the space bar and a short list of sundries appeared on the screen.  She had been right, Doris did want her to get these items at the new mall.  Odd, though.  She could have gotten them just about anywhere. Well, Doris wanted her at the mall and so, like the dutiful daughter she was, to the mall she would go.

*****

Laura tottered out the front door looking for her car. She had completely forgotten where she had parked yesterday.  When she reached the curb, she saw down the street a dark green PPP truck pulling away from another house.

"Hey!  Betty!" she called.  There just had to be a way of giving some of that stuff back.

She ran into the quiet street, and watched the truck as it drove slowly off.  Forgetting for the moment what she was wearing, Laura waved her arms frantically as she tried to catch the attention of the driver.  The truck never stopped.  Laura ran after it, waving and bouncing on her toes, until she was standing all alone in the middle of an intersection, like she was an actress on a stage.

Laura was surprised when an elderly man in a jogging suit riding a bicycle stopped directly in front of her.  She watched as his eyes lit up.  "There sure is!" he shouted with glee as he read the front of her T-shirt.

Laura looked coolly at him and was about to say something pithy when she noticed that he was staring down at her body.  Laura suddenly remembered what she was wearing and looked down to see if everything was covered.  To her embarrassment, the short top had popped up and was now resting right in the middle of her breasts.  The bottom halves of both breasts stuck out in plain sight, even the bottom half of both aureoles could be seen.  In the bright fall sunlight the white nylon body stocking lit her up like a Christmas tree!  She was positively glowing!  Blushing, Laura reached up to pull the top down, and without saying a word turned and ran back to the house as fast as her high heels would let her.

She could feel every part of her sensitive body shaking and jiggling with each step under the tight fabric and knew what an exciting thing it must have been for the old man to watch her sway her hips back and forth as she tried to hurry on those ridiculous heels.

"Missy must have known I couldn't run in these damn things," Laura grumbled as she finally reached the door.

She unlocked it and went inside.  Laura closed the door and leaned back against it.  Her heart was pounding.  She didn't want to look but she had to.  It couldn't be true, but the way her head was spinning, it felt like having a stranger see her like this had really turned her on!  "It just can't be true.  It just can't."

Laura looked down to see her nipples rock hard again. She could feel a strong throbbing tingle coming from her sex as well.

"What is wrong with me?" Laura cried out in despair.  She had to calm down before she ended up soiling the only clothes Missy had left her.

Laura had to sit down.  As she staggered over to the couch, she thought of the man that had just seen her. The look on his face as he stared at her near-naked chest, and the way his eyes then started at her toes, then moved slowly up as they were drinking in every inch of her body.  She couldn't deny it, not to herself.  It had excited her.  She was such a slut!

By the time she reached the seat she was right on the edge of a climax!  She knew if she did she would ruin what little she had to wear.  Laura carefully sat down and almost came as the nylon body suit dug into her sex and slid across her clit.  "No!" she breathed as she fought the terrible impulse threatening to engulf her. She didn't have time for this.  She had to get to the mall before Missy and Doris returned home.

But as Laura got up, the nylon of her crotch band ran across her love button again.  She cried, "No!  Oh, no!" as her sex exploded.  Laura just had time to lift her skirt out of the way, fall back onto the couch and watch helplessly as her vaginal juices soaked the white nylon, turning it completely transparent.

Laura wanted to cry.  Why was this happening more and more?  She used to have control of her body, but now anything set it off.  Laura sat and quietly sniffed as her secretions soaked a wider and wider spot in the stocking.  "God, why me?"

Laura sat motionless for ten minutes until her body calmed down.  Then she walked slowly into the bathroom, and grabbed a washcloth and began to wash off the embarrassment.  Carefully Laura dabbed the cloth, trying not to set off the firecracker that was now always lit between her legs.

At least she'd been lucky this time.  She'd only cum once.  Over the last few weeks one orgasm was quickly followed by another and still another.  That would surly have ruined everything she was wearing.  All she had to do now was wait and let herself dry, then she could go to the mall and not disappoint Mrs. Manchester.  Laura could just see the woman, now standing with her hands on her hips, with that terrible look on her face.  Oh, how she hated to disappoint Doris.

Finally after fifteen minutes of careful fanning, she was dry enough to go.  Laura was more careful this time.  As she set off for her car Laura walked very slowly, so as not to rub, or jiggle anything that would set her off again.

"Just one day at a time."

Laura took a deep breath to calm herself, then walked out the door.  After looking around to make sure no one was watching, she wiggled down the walk.  It was rather slow going.  "Damn these heels!"

As she neared the street she realized that last night she had parked in the garage after all.  "Damn!"

As she turned to go up the driveway, Laura saw the same old man watching her.  He had stopped his bicycle across the street.  She slowed her pace and deliberately bounced up and down a few times on her toes, as if she were just limbering up, so that her breasts jiggled enticingly under the material.  She caught him staring with his mouth hanging open out of the corner of her left eye and she smiled.  She had always loved doing that!  Laura felt like she was a carefree student again, with every male her pawn.  She turned and slowly undulated her way up the drive toward the garage, acutely conscious of how the tight material seemed to caress her body every time she moved.  It was delicious!  She could only hope that the old man enjoyed watching it as much as she did doing it.

Laura pushed the button beside the garage door and it slowly opened.  She knew her latest game was over, with yet another famous victory for her, and she became impatient to get going on her true errand.  She ducked under the rising door, not concerned of what she might briefly be showing under the short, tight skirt as she bent over to walk under the garage door, and went to her car.  Without thinking, she opened the car door and quickly dropped onto the driver's seat.  Even before she could shut the door, the rubbing of her tight crotch-band on the swollen lips of her labia almost made her climax again!

"Oh, no!" she gasped in surprise.  She closed her eyes for a moment and took several deep breaths as she tried desperately to regain control of herself.  Laura couldn't believe it.  She had almost done it a second time!  What was she thinking?  She almost lost it, right in her car! Oh, God!  She had been practically masturbating directly in front of that poor old man.

What was this strange obsession she had lately concerning sex?  It was all she wanted to think about.  It was all she wanted to do.  She had to get a grip on her emotions. It was time for her to calm down!  Responsible people just didn't behave like this!

Finally, when her wildly beating heart had slowed, Laura felt able to leave and started her car.  She still couldn't believe what she had just done.  "Why on earth did I do that?" she asked as she shook her head in disbelief.  It was crazy, teasing a perfect stranger like that.

She backed down the driveway, hoping to see the old man and perhaps apologize to him for her terrible behavior, but he had gone.  She pulled into the deserted street and drove off.  She still couldn't believe what she had just done.  That wasn't supposed to happen any more.  She was past all her teasing, damn it!  Yet, she had not only just deliberately done so, she had enjoyed it too.

As she turned the corner and headed out of the old development, she felt terrible at her body's reaction to what she just done.  Why did just the thought of teasing that old man make her nipples tingle so much she felt sparks in her brain every time they rubbed on the body stocking?

She turned onto the short cut to the new mall.  She was so worked up over what had just happened, she had almost missed the turn.  She had to cut in front of another car in order for her to make it, and almost caused an accident in the process.  Not good!  She had to keep her mind on her driving, but the tight material of the crotch-band dug deeply into her wildly tingling sex and was driving her mad!  It was so distracting, she could barely concentrate.  She tried to keep from moving on the seat, but the road was in poor condition, and whenever she hit a bump, Laura would have to fight madly to keep from climaxing!

In a short time Laura was driving through deserted fields mixed with heavily wooded areas.  Normally she enjoyed the sight of the untouched land, but today she barely gave it a glance.

What was happening to her?  She had never been like this. Her life had gotten completely out of control.  How quickly she had reverted to her old ways of behavior. Teasing, teasing, always teasing!  No, it was worse then that.  Her teasing before had always been so calculated, so refined.  She had never been so obvious, so blatant!

She had never desired any of the women around her then, either.  Now she actually hungered for her own beautiful students, all of them so ripe, so ready, so there. Missy, Joan, all of them!  She wanted to saver them all! What was happening to her?  What in hell was happening?

"I'm in control!" she yelled.  "I'm in complete control!"

But as she drove, Laura found her mind drifting down between her legs and savoring the fantastic sensations of her tingling sex being pressed so relentlessly by the tight material.  She had to relieve the pressure of the material or she never make it!

Laura quickly looked around to make sure no one could see what she was about to do, but she was alone on the road. She dropped her right hand between her legs, and tried to pull away the crotch band, but the skirt was so tight it kept her thighs close together and she could merely pluck at the offending garment without being able to reach it properly.  The plucking she found soon added to her sensations!

"Damn!" she cried.  "It's not fair!"  Now she would have to get drastic.  Holding the steering wheel with her knees, she swiftly used both hands and, raising her hips, she hiked the hem of her skirt up to her waist.

"There," she muttered thankfully with anticipated relief as she looked down.  Laura was dismayed at how soaked she had become, her swollen labia easily visible as it strained against the wet material, but at least now she should be able to reach everything without any problem. She looked up and saw the car was veering across the two- lane road.

"No!" she screamed in terror.  An accident was the last thing she needed right now.  She returned her hands to the steering wheel and sat firmly down.  Laura didn't remember until it was too late that the seat cushion would now have direct contact on her vulva.

"OH MY!" she gasped in shock as delicious waves of pure pleasure radiated from her over-stimulated sex.  She was just able to return the car to its correct lane.  Laura knew she must stop somewhere to find relief, but she was passing in and out of wooded sections and there was no room along the side of the road to do so.

She just couldn't take it any longer!  Her right hand went back between her thighs, but instead of pulling the material away she pressed it against her heated sex.

"Oohh," Laura helplessly moaned.  It felt so good!  She began to rub her hand in slight motions against her vulva.

"Just a little, OK, God?" she begged.  "That can't be bad, can it?  Just a little?"

It's only that she felt so sexy right now.  Everything that happened lately just served to excite her more and more.  She was still in control, of course.  Always in control.  She spread her thighs father apart and began to move her hand faster.

Total strangers would use her body and she could only think of it as thrilling.  She didn't know what to do. She was always so excited, so turned on anymore it left her absolutely breathless!

"Help me somebody!  Please!"

Laura kept her hand between her legs, except when she had to change gears.  Then she would grunt her impatience as she would smash through the gears in her haste to resume. Her shaking fingers occasionally ran over her harden clitoris until her heart was about to explode.

The world dissolved outside her windshield.  Laura's pulse quickened even more when the nude forms of her beloved Missy and her formidable mother floated in front of her.  She had never realized how beautiful they both were naked before, and how much alike.  She tried to remember when she had seen them like that, and then it came to her.  They were often nude with her, helping her in the shower, tucking her in at night, always doing marvelous family things.  What a fine family she now had! Laura's old family had never helped her, especially with her clothes the way these two were always doing.

Her new family floated into the car and fastened their mouths onto her tender breasts.  Oh, yes!  This seemed delightfully familiar too.

Ellen now appeared floating outside the windshield.  She had her dress pulled over her head, of course, but Laura knew she would recognize that long, shaved body anywhere. "My first," she grunted happily as her hand worked faster and faster.  "My first."

Ellen floated into the car and wrapped her thighs around Laura's waist, with the girl's hairless pussy pressed fully against her semi-nude midriff.

Saint Joan appeared next, looking succulent and innocent in her favorite pink.  Laura wanted this one.  She wanted her very badly!  She watched intently as Joan demurely unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled down the front zipper. At the thought of what delightful secrets she was about to see, Laura climaxed.

"Yes!" she cried happily as the orgasm consumed her totally.  "Yes!"

It was then that something big started very quickly to emerge from Joan's crotch.

"NO!  NOT THAT!" gasped a still spasming Laura in horror as the thing grew and grew, until it hid Joan completely.

"What the fuck?" she panted in surprise.  It wasn't what she had first thought at all.  This thing had bark and bare branches all over it.

"Shit!  It's a fucking tree!" yelled Laura.  Her nude phantoms dissolved and the world reappeared.  The car was off the road and driving through the woods directly towards a very large tree!  She desperately turned the wheel and tried to remember where she had left the break pedal.  Before she realized it, she lost control of her car.  It skidded past the tree and went straight into a shallow ditch.

In a cloud of leaves Laura slammed to a halt.  It took several minutes for her to calm down, from both her orgasm and her near miss.

"Stupid!  Stupid!  Stupid!"  She couldn't believe what she had just done.  She could have been killed!

Laura tried to back her car out of the ditch, but all she did was to dig the tires deep into the soft soil.  "Damn it!"  Now she'd have to find help wearing this ridiculous outfit.  It troubled her that, even after almost wrecking her car, she was still able to find the thought was thrilling somehow.  Her nipples hardened, and her still slightly throbbing pussy grew even warmer just thinking of the looks she would get when someone spotted her.

"What are you becoming?" she moaned, then looked down to see her breasts and nipples swelling as a sign of her appalling feelings of excitement.

Why?  Why did this keep happening to her?   Laura started to cry.  Was she that far gone?  Had all the fine help the Manchester's had given her these past weeks been in vain?  This shouldn't be happening to her.  But everything always seemed to get out of control now. The vivid hallucination Laura had that morning about Missy touching her in the bathroom.  How silly!  Yet it had seemed so real that she was ashamed.  Ashamed at how it affected her.  That kid could make her feel so deliciously naughty, it was as if the girl could reach down into her very soul.  Even if it was just a very vivid dream.  It was just that Missy's touch, even the very clothes the teenager gave her to wear, always set her body on fire.  She couldn't explain it.  Now she wanted to carry that fire to others.  Let others see her, be touched by her, be excited by her.

"My God!" she gasped.  Right now she wanted to excite the whole world!  Especially the women, the lovely women that surrounded her and had become so much a part of her life lately.  Young or old, it did not matter.  She wanted the women, desperately!  Laura clenched her thighs as she fought against the sudden desire to touch herself between them yet again.  She pounded the steering wheel with her fists in her frustration and anguish.  It was crazy, it was all so crazy.

Trying to escape the fierce longing which threatened to consume her, Laura opened the door and leapt from the car.  Sobbing, she stumbled up the steep bare slope but quickly fell to her knees as her impractical pumps dug into the soft, black earth.  Digging her hands into the rich soil, Laura pulled herself up the short, steep slope while walking on her knees.  At the top she paused and, tears flowing freely down her face, looked back at the car in the ditch.  The front wheels were buried up to the axle.  It was hopeless!  She had to find help.

She thought of going back down to close the door and lock up, but then she caught sight of a small damp spot in the center of the driver's seat and she could not endure the thought of having to go near it.

"Oh, God!  No!" she sobbed.  Her disgrace was complete. She had wet the car again!

Unable to face the physical evidence of her own uncontrollable nature, Laura stood up and turned her back on the car.  She carefully brushed the dirt from her clothes and cleaned off her shoes.  She looked around to make sure there was no one around, then removed her abbreviated top and used the inside to wipe off her face. Satisfied with the result, she put the top back on and pulled it down as far as it would go.

All she needed was to give her hair a quick combing, and a final look-over using the brush and mirror she always kept in her purse.

Her purse!

"Oh, no!"  Laura remembered she had left it in the car. The thought of having to work her way down that tricky slope, then come back up again was too much.  Still, she couldn't just leave it there.  It contained all her identification and money.  She turned to start down the slope, then stopped.  The wet spot on the seat was still there, mocking her, visual proof of her sluttish behavior.  Touching herself in the car!  Making herself climax!  It wasn't her fault!  She didn't mean for that to happen!

"It's not my fault!" she cried, but there was no answer.

She looked again at her things in the open car.  "To hell with it.  I don't need them anyway."

She turned to where she was sure was the location of the road and walked swiftly away, determined to get as far from the scene of her latest failure as quickly as possible.

"Five minutes," she said confidently.  "I'll get some help and be back in five minutes."

She walked for twenty minutes, but the road wasn't there! What the hell happened to it?  She couldn't have been off the damn thing that long, could she?  Laura next tried to find her tire tracks, but the thick carpet of fall leaves had already covered her car's path.  She turned to go back the way she came, but here in the woods everything looked the same and after a short time she realized that she was totally lost.

"Oh, no!" she groaned.  Now she couldn't even find where she left the car.

"That's just great!" she shouted in fury, kicking the leaves.  "Just fucking great!"

Night was falling fast, and she was lost in the woods. Laura headed to where the trees looked thinnest in the growing twilight.  If the road was anywhere around here, that was the most likely spot.

"Well," she laughed, as she thought about the absurdity of her current predicament.  "At least there's one good thing.  This can't get any worse."

*****

It was long past sunset and Laura still had not found the road.  She was thankful that at least there was a full moon, and she could see where she was going.  But her clothes were not intended for cross-country walking and she was finding it very hard to cover any sort of distance at all.

Her heels were terrible!  It was a constant effort to maintain her balance.  She would teeter back and forth and almost fall.

"Damn these shoes!"

Laura thought about taking them off, but underneath the fall carpet of leaves who knew what the ground was like? It was probably littered with pine needles and sharp stones, all just waiting to stick into her tender feet. This was not the Manchester's well-manicured lawn, where it was a pleasure to go without shoes.  She was not much of a bare-foot person anyway, so going shoeless was out of the question for her.

As if that weren't trouble enough, her clothes wouldn't leave her alone.  Her taut body stocking kept rubbing her and rubbing her under the tight skirt and top until her body felt electrified!  She thought about taking off that as well, but the top and skirt were just too short to be outside without anything on underneath, not to mention the fact that the night air was getting a bit chilly. Some day she must explain to Missy that, while they were family, they were not built the same.  Not at all!

These clothes had been a bit fun in the beginning, she had to admit.  It had been like an invisible lover was constantly caressing her in public, and no one knew what was going on except her.  But it was becoming too much to endure.  Her body was in a constant simmer and she was powerless to calm it down.  Just how much could a girl be expected to take, anyway?

It was God, of course.  She was being punished for her sins.  Here she was, lost in the country while dressed in an outfit that was out of some cheap adult movie.

"OK, God.  I get the message," she said.  She was not really sure just what that message was at this point, but she was willing to try anything to get out of this.

She only knew she had to put a stop to it before she was really caught.  Laura knew she had been lucky so far. She was so dazed and confused at the moment she wasn't really sure what had to stop, but she knew something did. Her job and perhaps her very life were at stake if she not regain control of her life!  Well!  It was going to stop today, as soon as she saw Missy and Doris again!

"Yes, it is,"  Laura mumbled under her breath.  "This has got to stop."  She was sure that they of all people would understand.

It was truly insane.  All of this walking was making her nipples harden, and her pussy grow wet.  She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to stop her swollen breasts from aching in their loneliness to be touched.

"Not now!" she pleaded.  She still had a long way to go, and that was just to find help.

"OOF!"  Laura found herself bent on her stomach completely over the top of a split-rail fence.  "Oh, great.  What idiot put this here?"

She looked up and saw in the moon-light that, beyond the fence, the leaves had been cleared away and there were picnic tables.

"Yes!" she cried in glee.  "Silver Lake Park!  It must be!"

At last she knew where she was.  Even better, there was a phone at the park entrance she could use.  She had to be careful though.  The park was a favorite night spot on weekends for post-football game couples looking for a little privacy.  Nature groups also were known to visit at night to study the park's protected wildlife.  Even her Astronomy Club was planning a night field trip here in October to do a little star-gazing before winter really began.

It was then she realized just how exhausted and light- headed she was.  After tripping around the woods for God- knew how many hours, she was extremely tired and foot- sore, not to mention freezing.  She never realized that the woods could become so cold at night.  She'd had neither food nor drink all day, and she was absolutely ravenous! Her body stocking had been incessantly pressing and rubbing her secret flesh, now swollen and hyper- sensitive, for so long that Laura was ready to start screaming in her need for relief!

Laura knew she had reached the end of her endurance. She could reach the park entrance, and that was all.

Laughing at the happy thought that her ordeal was almost at an end, Laura pulled herself off the fence, then climbed in-between the rails and entered the park.  Just to be sure she was not seen, she quickly went from tree to tree, hiding behind each one and looking to see if anyone was near.  God!  How ridiculous she must look wearing these clothes out in the woods!

"At least the place looks deserted tonight," Laura mumbled, as she ran behind the next tree.  "Probably it's just too cool any more."

Well, that was all right by her.  The last thing she wanted right now was for anyone to see her like this.  It was just too absurd.  Even so, she continued hiding behind each tree just to make sure no one would see her. But it was getting late, the moon had finally set, and it was becoming colder all the time.  It was time to move! When she arrived at a large clearing, she decided to move fast across it instead of using the protection of the wood and taking forever to reach the part entrance.  It was plainly obvious there was no one around who might possibly bother her.

"OK, it's time," Laura whispered.  She was almost home! Taking a deep breath, she walked rapidly across the clearing.  But as she reached a hill near the center she heard voices coming from all directions.  They sounded like they were coming right toward her!

"It was a deer!"

"No, it wasn't"

"Yes it was!  It came out of the woods and ran this way!"

"No, this way!"

"Oh, no!" Laura muttered.  "What lunatics would be here at this time of night?"

She stopped on top of the hill and made out figures in the darkness coming directly towards her from all directions.   Laura couldn't understand how they could see her until she looked down.  Even in the full star- light, the exposed areas of her white body stocking were glowing faintly.

"Shit," she said as the dim figures were almost upon her. >From now on, she was going to tell Missy nothing but black underwear.

There was something very familiar about those voices, and then she remembered: scouts!  These were some of the voices she heard at the unexpected scout convention held at the Manchester home last night.

"Great!" she groaned.  "This is all I need right now."

Well, wait a minute.  What was she getting so worked up about?  Where there are scouts, there must be a scout master, and that meant a ride.  OK, then.  Still, she crossed her arms protectively over her chest as they approached her.  They seemed to be fascinated by her breasts and they still tingled from what the girls did so freely to them last night.

Six figures stopped dead in their tracks when they had her completely surrounded.  "H-hello, there" Laura began nervously.  "Where's your..."

The beams of six powerful flashlights sprang out and totally blinded her!

Panicking, Laura turned to run, but the ground on the hill was much softer then she expected.  Her heels sunk deep into the damp grass, and, arms flailing, the poorly balanced Laura fell face first to the ground.  Her arms shot out in front of her to break her fall, which cause her tiny top to spring up over both her breasts, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Aaaahh!" she cried as she went helplessly down the steep slope, sliding swiftly over the dew-covered grass.  Laura could feel the body stocking as it soaked up the cold dew.  She could only pray that the water wouldn't turn it completely transparent.  She finally came to rest at the bottom of the hill, soaked to the skin, where she was quickly surrounded once again.

With wide eyes one said, "It's not a deer, it's a woman! I told you."

"I still don't believe it," another scout said as the six stepped forward.

Laura rolled over and just sat up, too shocked and blinded to move as they drew closer.  Trapped in six beams of light with a circle of young girls walking toward her, the shivering Laura could do nothing.

"Isn't that the naked lady from Mrs. Manchester's house?"

"No, it couldn't be."

"Yeah it is.  Remember her big tits?"

Laura couldn't believe what was happening.  She never thought it could get crazier than it was but it did.  She was once again the center of attraction for these girls. She must be going insane, that the only rational explanation.  They couldn't really be there.  It was just a bad dream!

The fall must have affected her skirt because when she stood up on very shaky legs she suddenly felt it slide down and puddle at her feet.  Great!  Now it decided not to be tight any more!

But she couldn't move to put it back on!  The blinding lights had her paralyzed, the beams were so intense in the darkness.  Laura was shamefully aware that her now wet nylon body stocking probably hid nothing at all from the six children, but she was unable to do anything about it!  She couldn't even move to pull her short top down!

"I wonder why she's wearing that stuff?"

"I don't know.  Maybe she's just a slut like Mrs. Wolf said she was."

"No, she's not, she just one of those people who like to be looked at.  You know, an ex..., an ex..., an..."

"An exhibitionist?"

"Yeah, that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure.  I've heard about them.  They love to be stared at.  My mom calls my older sister that all the time."

"No way."

"Sure they do.  Look at her.  You can see everything!"

Laura looked down and saw that she was indeed naked in the bright light.  Oh God!  She looked like a female anatomy lesson!  This was all that damn Missy's fault. She was ruined!

"She sure does have big tits."

"Not really.  My sister is bigger than her."

"No way!"

Laura couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Why couldn't she run?  She felt like a tree rooted to the ground as the girls stepped closer.

"Yeah maybe, but hers aren't real and this lady's are."

"How did you know my sister's boobs were fake?"

"Duh!   My dad did them this summer, remember?"

"Sorry, I forgot."

"I'll bet hers are fake too."

"No, they're not."

"And how do you know?"

"What are you, a dork today?  I got to touch them at Mrs. Manchester's house."

Two of the other girls laughed and said they did too, and that they felt real to them.

"You can't tell by just touching them.  You have to really squeeze them."

"No, you don't."

"Yes you do.  Here, I'll show you they're not real."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"I'm going to touch them myself."

Laura had stood there and listened to the whole thing and couldn't believe it was actually going to happen.  The oldest of the group stepped in front of her and grabbed both breasts and squeezed.

"Oh!" she gasped helplessly.  Her nipples sprang to life in the girl's little hands and her breasts swelled under the touch.

"Please, don't," Laura moaned, but she still found it impossible to move.  The lights were paralyzing her!

The girl in front of her had a determined look on her face as she pinched and rolled the nipples, then squeezed the proud breasts again.  "Maybe you're right.  They are nice and soft."

"I never got to touch them the other day.  So can I do it now?" one of the girls asked.

"Sure, why not.  They do feel kind of neat.  But we need to get this out of the way," the girl said, and suddenly grabbed Laura's top and started to pull it up.  The startled Laura found herself bending over from the effort of several girls tugging on her T-shirt until they were able to pull it over her head.  She could only watch horrified as it was thrown into the surrounding darkness.

Before Laura could even stand and voice a protest, a girl stepped close behind her, leaned over her bent back and grabbed her dangling left breast.  She squeezed and squeezed until Laura felt her eyes crossing, it felt so fantastic.  Another girl stepped up and the two stood on either side of her.  Each had a firm breast in their hands and squeezed.

This couldn't be happening!  This all had to be a dream. Laura legs grew too weak to stand and she slumped to her hands and knees, but the eager hands followed, never leaving her throbbing breasts.  Her sex was positively pulsating from the wonderful sensations coming from her abused chest.

"Please let it be a dream," she moaned.

She tried to crawl away, but soon all the girls were on her vulnerable body like a school of piranha at feeding time!  There were six sets of hands now moving everywhere on her body.  The scouts giggled as their hands found her breasts, tummy, legs, buttocks, and even touched her pulsating, dripping sex!  The feeling was quickly becoming too much.  Gasping for air, Laura stopped moving.  She could feel the exquisite pressure building within her loins.  If they didn't stop soon, she wouldn't be able to control it!  Oh, God!  These girls, these young girls would make her...make her cum!  How humiliating!

"Please, stop!" she groaned, but under all their hands she found herself helpless to do anything more.

Suddenly Laura heard another voice, an adult voice coming from somewhere in the surrounding darkness.  Thank God! She was saved!  Yet this voice sounded oddly familiar as well.  No, it couldn't be!  Please, God, anyone but her!

Squinting in the bright light, Laura saw the unmistakable silhouette of her worse nightmare, Bertha Wolf!

"You!  Don't you have any shame?" the stout woman barked as she stormed towards them.

"Girls!" Bertha ordered.  "Turn off those lights and come over here.  Now!"

All six lights became dark and the girls moved in a single body over to Mrs. Wolf.

"I...  Please...  It...  Well...  It was..." Laura stammered.  She tried to think of a logical reason what she was doing out in the woods semi-exposed with a group of young scouts touching her.

"Oh, hell," Laura said, suddenly resigned to her fate. "Never mind.  Just arrest me and get it over with."

"You sorority girls are all the same.  You don't care who is watching.  All you what to do it run around naked," Bertha spat back.

"Now wait a minute!" Laura protested.  "It's not true! I'm not at all..."  Her voice caught in her throat when she remembered what she had looked like in the light.  She couldn't be any more naked then if she actually stripped. There was nothing of hers that couldn't be seen!

"Well, it certainly looks true to me!"

"But, I..."  Tears welled up in Laura's eyes as Mrs. Wolf neared her.  She could say nothing in her defense that would make it sound like this was all perfectly normal.

"Well, what's the reason then, you sorority slut?"

Laura was defeated once again by this middle-aged woman who was standing imperiously directly in front of her. Her mind still reeling from her near-climax, she was just too tired, too cold and too hungry to care any more.

"I have none," she said dully.  "Arrest me."  At least in jail she could get dried off and possibly have something warm to eat.

"I thought not.  You should be ashamed running around like that, especially in front of these innocent girls."

All six innocent girls giggled wildly.

"Quiet," Bertha whispered.

All six immediately fell silent.

Laura looked up at the multitude of cold stars.  How beautiful they were out here.  She knew everyone was staring at her, but what could she do?  She should have felt terribly ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed, and did, but the eyes looking at her in the star-filled darkness made her whole body begin to tingle again.  Her body was telling her something, something important.  It was telling her that she wanted to be seen, to be touched, to be ever so deliciously used, but she refused to believe it.  She did not want to feel like some sorority slut, only existing in life for her own pleasures and desires.

"God, help me," Laura mumbled as she continued to watch the heavens.

"God herself will not help you, slut!"

Laura sat back on her knees, then lowered her forehead until it rested on the cool, wet grass.  She wrapped her arms around her head and began to cry.  It was the only thing she could do.

"Ha!" snorted Bertha Wolf.  "College girls!"

"What do we have here?"

Laura's heart jumped to her throat when she heard another voice, one full of practiced authority.  It must be a park ranger or something.  My God!  For a supposedly deserted park there sure were a lot of people running around here tonight.

"Th-thank God you're here!" Laura said gratefully as she sat up.  She wiped her tears away while she tried to think of a plausible story which would explain all of this.

"Well, what?"

The six flashlights came on again.  Three focused on two women and the other three pointed at her.  Quickly she stood up with her hands and arms trying to cover her semi-nude body.  With the light Laura was able to see the for the first time there were two female police officers! Oh God!  At last she was safe!

They were cops, but they weren't like most cops she had seen.  They were both tall, about 5' 10" and perfectly muscled, both around 22, and almost mirror images of each other.  Both had long red hair pulled back into ponytails trailing out from behind their hats.  Both were very pretty, with button noses, and beautiful green eyes. Both uniforms fit tight in all the right places, showing off their large breasts.  Their behinds seemed to bubbled outward in a manner Laura found to be, even now, very sexy.  She could have sworn they were sisters, possibly even twins, but their name tags attested over their prominent right breasts otherwise: Christina McPherson and Sally Kelly.

"I..."  Laura tried to explain but couldn't find the words. All she could do was try and cover up and look at the two policewomen who were staring openly at her.  This was it. She was caught, and now she'd really spend a good part of her life behind bars!

"Officers, thank God you're here!" said Bertha.  "We found this girl running through the woods half naked.  I want her arrested this very minute."

They both looked at each other.  Christina said softly, "Oh, come on.  This has to be a joke."

"Is that right?" asked Sally.  "Mrs....?"

"Don't you know who I am?" said an astonished Bertha.

"No, should we?"

"I'm Bertha Wolf, head of the Sapporo Housing Development's neighborhood watch."

Laura noticed the officers seemed to become very uncomfortable at that.  My God!  She scared even them!

"I'm sorry Mrs. Wolf,' said Christina contritely.  "I didn't know it was you.  Please forgive us."

"I haven't seen you two before so I'll over look it this time.  Now arrest the slut this instant!"

"All right," agreed Sally.  "But do you think you should be letting the kids here stare at a woman dressed like that?"

Bertha turned and looked at the girls huddled together staring at Laura shapely semi-exposed body in the harsh light.

"Girls, stop looking and let's go.  You shouldn't be seeing this."  Before Bertha moved she walked over and whispered harshly to the frightened Laura, "I'm not through with you, slut.  I'll find you again and teach you the lesson you so clearly deserve.  Next time I'll have my devices!"

With that Mrs. Wolf turned and herded the girls from the clearing.

Teach her a lesson?  About what?  Laura was too tired and cold to worry about anything any more.  She just wanted to get home.

"What a head-case!" exclaimed Christina as she watched the moving pool of light make its way to the park entrance.

"No kidding," said Sally.  She turned to look at Laura. "I still think she's one of those sorority chicks."

"Yeah, me too.  What other reason could there be?"

"None that I can think of."

"I bet she's one of those rich Delta girls pulling a prank," Christina said.  "I really hate those guys.  Real snobs, you know."

"Yeah, I know.  I'll bet she is at that, Chrissy," Sally answered, never taking her eyes off the shapely woman standing only a few feet in front of her.

The shivering Laura's nipples hardened once again as she quietly watched the two staring at her.  What were they waiting for, anyway?  Why didn't they do anything?

"I'll bet you're from the local college.  Is that right?" Chrissy asked.

"I-I'm not from a-any college," Laura replied nervously. "I'm a...an executive secretary."

"Is that right?  You look like you're from one of those sororities to me.  Isn't that right?" Chrissy questioned.

"I'm not with any sorority!  Really!  I'm..., well...  It's a long story."  Laura could not think of anything to say that wouldn't sound absolutely ridiculous.  She couldn't tell them what really happened.  Laura didn't believe it herself.  Ruined is what she'd be, if it ever got out she was a teacher at New Berlin High School.  Ruined!  Better to go along with whatever they wanted to believe, and just hide the truth.

"Well, are you?"  Chrissy asked.

"Yes, I am," Laura answered eagerly.  "I broke some rules at the sorority and this was my punishment."

That should be the end of it.  Now maybe they'd get her something to wear, or just take her home.  Standing in just her white nylon body stocking made her feel so naked.  Besides, this wet thing was freezing!

"Just as I thought.  You kids are always trying to waste our time," Chrissy snapped.

Laura couldn't help but laugh.  'You kids,' indeed!  They couldn't be all that much older than she was.

"And what's so funny?"  Chrissy asked, anger creeping into her voice.

"Nothing, officer.  It's just being...   And you're so...so..." Laura couldn't even get the words out.  It was like some bad dream.  The more she tried to clear things up, the worse it became!

"That's enough!" Sally shouted.  "We are police officers, not your snotty sorority friends!"

The words finally struck home.  Laura suddenly became quiet and stared at the two.  Oh, God!  Now what did she do wrong?

"You being dressed as you are, I believe you're probably intoxicated.  I think we should do a test to check," Chrissy said.

"Drunk!  I'm not drunk!"  Laura squealed in outrage.

"I think you are!  What other reason could you have for running around like this," Chrissy asked.  She reached out and ran her right index finger from Laura's right thigh to her hip then up to Laura's breasts and then gave Laura's right nipple a little tug.

"Oh!  Stop that!"  Laura squawked, as she reached up to protect herself from Chrissy's hand.

"Put your hands down and stand still," Chrissy snapped, slapping Laura's hands away.  She gave the nipple another twist.  This time Laura stood still as a warm filling sensation spread through her breast.

"Now if you would please close your eyes and arms at your sides.  OK, that better.  Now hold your right arm straight out beside you.  That's right.  Point your index finger, and bring it up and touch your nose," Chrissy said.

"You're kidding, right?" a perplexed Laura asked.  She looked at Chrissy.  "Why are we doing this?  I don't even have a car!"

"Close your eyes and assume the position!" barked Sally.

"Yes, ma'am!"

Christina gave Laura's nipple another little twist. Laura couldn't help but squeal in protest as the nipple hardened, but she kept her eyes closed and her hands at her sides so as to hurry along this embarrassment before someone else found her.

"Oh!  Could you please get me something to wear first?" Laura asked while still trying to keep herself as still as possible.  But someone was now tracing the outline of her left breast through the stretchy white material, then rolled her erect nipple in their fingers.  It all began to make Laura's head spin.

"I don't think so," Sally replied.  "You might just think of running off if we did.  This way, if you decided to make a break for it, we'll be able to spot you anywhere wearing that real cute outfit of yours."

Someone gave her right nipple the same twist that was being given to her left.

"Please stop that," Laura groaned as she could feel the heat swelling in her tender breasts.

"Be quiet or we might just have to cuff you," Sally shot back.

Her sensitive nipples were rolled between fingers until they became very hard.

"Now put your right arm out, then touch your nose."

The word 'cuff' brought back the nightmare outside the Manchester's home when the Dragon Lady found her naked in the van.  That was one of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to her.  She had cum from the Wolf woman just using disinfectant on her.  Then trying to escape her embarrassment she'd ended up stuck naked hanging out of a window.  She had been caught and even touched by a group of Girls Scouts!  No, she'd never try to run again from authority.  Not ever!

Laura sighed and did exactly what the two surprisingly lovely officers had asked her to do.  Better just do it and get it over with, then she could quickly prove that this drinking charge was completely unfounded.  Maybe then they would take her home, before anyone else should wander by and see her.  The way the traffic was here tonight you would think someone was at the front gate selling tickets or something!

Laura could hear the two whispering as she put her hand out then pointed her finger.  She could feel their eyes watching, almost burning holes into her body stocking. Why were they so interested in her?  Her breasts swelled as the two continued to tease her nipples and her sex began to tingle.  Not again, please!  But it was happening and she couldn't stop it.  Being almost naked in the open with two policewomen (well, girls really) watching her was making her hot!

"We could get into serious trouble if we're caught, you know," Sally muttered quietly.

"Not out here.  Besides, look at her.  She's really something, don't you think?" Chrissy replied in an excited murmur.

"God, Chrissy.  You're so dirty," Sally whispered.

Laura's breasts jiggled slightly as both nipples were pulled outward, stretching her vulnerable, aching breasts into large pointed cones.   What this all had to do with alcohol testing she just couldn't imagine!  Well, they would know what they were doing.  But the hands at her breasts were incredibly distracting, and once when she brought her finger up to touch her nose, she missed!

"So!  You are drunk!"  Chrissy exclaimed.

Both of Laura's nipples received one more pull, then were released.  Her breasts fell back to her chest, pressed somewhat flat by the white nylon with the nipples invitingly hard.

"No! That's not true!"  Laura protested, looking at her accusers.  "You were...you were touching me, and..."

Laura saw a swift guilty look pass between the two.  What was going on here, anyway?

Chrissy quickly said, "It's just part of the test.  If you weren't drunk, you'd be able to ignore it and touch your nose."

"Yes, that right," Sally added.

"You can't be...serious about all this!"

Laura mind was too jumbled to think straight.  Maybe it was part of the test.  She wished her breasts would stop glowing, they felt so warm.  God!  What did they do to her?

"Well, the test showed you are indeed intoxicated, miss," Chrissy stated formally.  "People can pass this test with ease when they are truly sober."

The sudden words brought Laura back down to earth.  "I'm not drunk, really.  Please let me do it again," she begged.  Visions of her name and picture on the front paper of the newspaper flashed before her eyes.

LOCAL HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER FOUND NUDE AND DRUNK BY TWO POLICE OFFICERS IN SILVER LAKE PARK!

"Oh, Please!  Please let me!"

Chrissy smiled wickedly and looked over at her partner. "What do you think, Sally?  Should we give her another chance?"

Laura noticed another knowing look pass between the two.

"Why not," said Sally.  "But this time we need to add the sure-fire clincher to the test, don't you think?"

"Right.  OK, Miss.  Here is one of the absolute ways to find out if a person is drunk or not.  We're going to do the test again, but this time I want you to stand on one foot and hop up and down while you're doing it."

"What!?"  Laura couldn't see why they would do anything like that.

"You heard me.  Do it, or we'll take you downtown right now," Chrissy ordered.

"No!  Don't do that.  There's no need.  I'll...I'll do it," Laura whimpered.

She closed her eyes and put her arm out then got up on one foot.  Slowly she brought her finger up and touched her nose as she hopped ever so slightly on her toes so her sharp heels wouldn't sink into the soil.

"See!  I told you I wasn't drunk.  Now could you please get me something to wear?"

"You need to hop much higher than that.  And I think we should add one more thing to the test."

What could they possibly add?

Laura heard a stifled giggle as she began to hop higher while touching her nose.  She felt lips being locked onto her and began to suck and tease the nipples with their tongues.  The shock of the unexpected contact caused Laura to miss her face completely and she staggered backwards, to finally fall onto the soft forest floor as her heels sank into the soft ground.

"OOF!" gasped a winded Laura.  It took her a few moments to get her breath back after her fall while the officers stood silently watching her.

"What are..."  Laura tried to protest when she was finally able to sit up, but was immediately cut off.

"Who said you could stop?" Chrissy said angrily.  "Now get up and lets do this right.  I said 'Now'!"

"Yes, ma'am," Laura said meekly as she struggled to her feet.  Damn these shoes!  "Anything you say, officer."

If this wasn't over soon, she'd humiliate herself again by...  She didn't want to think of the feelings that had spread down between her legs.  Laura got up, closed her eyes and began to hop on her toes once again.

"Don't use both feet!  Hop up and down, first one foot and then the other," Sally ordered.

"I..."  Laura started to protest, but again thought of the headlines.  So she took a deep breath and started hopping, not quite as high as she had before.  She needed to be careful, otherwise those stupid heels of hers would make her fall again!

Back and forth she went popping and touching her nose. Her proud, high-set breasts bounced and shook like two big sexy bowls of gelatin, despite being held tightly by the body stocking.  They even banged together sometimes! Laura was humiliated, but there was nothing she could about it!  Absolutely nothing!  She had to pass this test!  Her nipples hardened outrageously, and were generating electric sparks as they freely rubbed on the tight nylon.

"Now say, 'Sally sells sea shells by the seashore,' over and over while you're hopping," Chrissy ordered.

Laura's concentration fled as two sets of lips fastened themselves once again on her bouncing breasts and started to gleefully suck on her defenseless nipples.

This was truly ridiculous.  But she had to pass, so Laura began to say, "Sally sells..."

Suddenly Laura felt the spark between her legs begin to grow into a fire.  Not now, please.  But after all that had happened to her earlier with the six girls, and the way her breasts bounced with each hop, it was happening. She was getting turned on once again.  What was she turning into?  But she couldn't control it, couldn't stop it!  It was driving her mad!

The feeling grew warmer until she felt herself dripping. Please, not now.  But there was nothing she could do. The feeling was there and it was growing.  If only they'd stop sucking!  What kind of test was this?  She could feel her heating sex wet the entire crotch-band of the body stocking.  She began to sweat heavily, it was becoming just too hot for her inside the tight suit, especially after having to do all of these bizarre physical tests.

Oh, God!  Please no.  She was going to climax, right in front of them doing this stupid test.  Please make it stop.

"OK, you can stop.  You're not drunk.  But I think I need to see if you have any drugs hidden on you."

"Where would I hide them, you idiot!" Laura cried in her frustration.  "I don't even have any pockets!"

"'Idiot,' you say?  I'd be very careful if I were you. I'm no idiot.  I think we need to teach you some manners. What do you think, Sally?"

"Yes, I think a trip down to the station sitting on the hood of the car would do wonders to teach this sorority bitch a lesson," Sally replied, her voice sounding oddly husky.

"No!  I didn't mean it.  I'm sorry.  Please, can't we just get this over with," Laura begged.

"Well, all right.  But any more bitching out of you, and we go downtown," Chrissy countered.

Laura watched nervously as the two whispered back and forth.

They both turned back toward Laura.

"If you would take that off, then turn around and put your hands on your knees, please," Chrissy ordered.

Laura stared at them in disbelief.

"I said take that off and turn around, please," Chrissy said again.

Laura started to tremble as Chrissy she reached up with her right hand and pulled the front zipper of the body stocking slowly down.  The sound of the tiny zipper seem unnaturally loud to her ears in the quiet of the park, as it moved between her breasts to the end.

Chrissy put a hand on each of the dazed Laura's shoulders, then pulled the suit slowly down her sides. Laura didn't know what to do as the policewoman continued to slowly and deliberately pull on her wet body stocking. The top hung up for a moment on her swollen breasts, her erect nipples catching the material.  Then her trembling breasts sprang free and the stocking continued on its slow, inexorable journey down her quivering body.

Laura couldn't understand why she was so nervous.  It wasn't like she was hiding anything.  Her poor body had been completely on display the entire time they had been here.  Still, the stocking was her only protection and she was losing it!  Losing it!

The stocking had reached her hips, and Laura, shaking like a leaf, could only hold her breath as Chrissy worked the stretched material slowly over her pert buttocks and down past her pubic hair.

Finally it was at her ankles.  With three quick moves Chrissy had a surprised Laura's shoes off, pushed her out of the stocking, then spun her around and pushed her shoulders firmly forward until she had to hold herself up with her hands on her knees, other wise she would crash head-first into the ground!

Before she could move, Chrissy moved her legs apart.

"Now just stay still, while I see if you have any concealed drugs," Chrissy said.

"Drugs!  Are you crazy!"  Laura shouted as she tried to stand back up.  "Where would I be hiding anything?"

"Just stay still or, damn it,  I will have Sally cuff you!"  Chrissy snickered.  She slapped Laura's right buttock.

"Ouch!  Stop that!" Laura cried in protest, but she leaned back down again.  Oh, God!  Please let this end soon.  It was so humiliating being like this.  She felt so helpless and vulnerable!

"Be still, you," Chrissy said again as she reached forward and ran her hands up Laura's tanned calves, squeezing them in her hands.

Laura's body began to tingle as she looked down and watched Chrissy's hands slowly work their way up her legs.  This was insane.

"Stay still, please," Chrissy ordered, as her hands grew nearer to Laura's trembling sex.  "Or I might have to ticket you with resisting arrest!"  Chrissy's hand neared Laura's puffing lips.

"I'm not resisting.  Please, just get this over with," Laura groaned.

This was simply absurd!  Completely naked while being searched by a policewoman out in the open like this.  She was so ashamed, but she still couldn't stop pushing her behind out towards the two officers.

As the hands went higher Laura's legs seemed to be spreading by themselves.  It couldn't be her.  It just couldn't.  "Please hurry," she groaned.

As Laura felt the hands move ever higher, her body once again quickly began to seriously tingle.  Hands on her behind, then her waist, caused her sex to tremble and her juices to continue to flow.  She could feel her vaginal fluids from her sopping crotch run freely down her inner thighs.  It was so humiliating.  If they noticed they would be able to tell just how excited she really was.

"Please not now, please," Laura without thinking begged out loud.

"Please not what?" Chrissy asked as her hands lightly moved up Laura's indented waist and drew closer to the sides of Laura's hanging breasts.  Laura's skin flushed.

Laura's brain had reached to boiling point once again. Now even a professional search from a policewoman was setting her body on fire.  She was going crazy, that was it.  She would soon be locked in a padded cell, and deservedly so.  Why else couldn't she stop the overpowering sensations that were running through her body?

Laura could hear talking, but couldn't understand the Words anymore.  All she lived for now were the wondrous hands moving over her vulnerable body, especially the one that would accidentally rub up against her clit every so often.  It was fantastic!

"We shouldn't be doing this," Sally said quietly.  "We could get fired, you know.  Or worse."

"And why is that?" Chrissy whispered.  "Who is going to tell?  Not this Delta bitch, that's for sure.  Look at her.  She's way past the point of no return.  If she was caught, they would toss her ass out.  You know that. Besides it's fun, so, why don't you help?"

"It does look like fun," Sally breathed.  "And she doesn't seem to mind, does she?"

Laura felt hands cup both of her aching breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.  Oh, God!  That felt so good!

"They do pick pretty ones, don't they, those damn Deltas," whispered Sally absently as Laura felt her nipples being rolled between fingers.

"Yes, they do," gasped an increasingly preoccupied Christina.

Laura couldn't stop the feeling running through her mind. They were just searching her.  But her brain was telling her that her breasts were being caressed, not just touched!  A tear ran down her face as she squeezed her eyes tightly closed.  She was so ashamed.  She didn't want to look, because that would confirm that she was indeed going insane.  These were police officers.  They would never touch her in the way her over-stimulated brain was telling her now.  It was just a search, for God's sake!  A search!  Yet her body was all a tingle, nipples aching, pussy melting.  She had to stop this before it was too late.

Hands continued to run over Laura's legs, then her buttocks, and finally between her legs.  They cupped her sex.  Never more than a light touch, but enough to cause Laura's whole body to tremble and a moan to come unbidden from her throat.  The touch became more and more persistent, until she was sure she was being gloriously entered and probed.

Her nipples were being tenderly pulled and rolled, causing them to get so hard she thought they might even break off in those magical fingers.   It was marvelous!

Yet in her melting mind she could never forget that this was just an inspection.  This was not a bedroom, and she was not with one of her delightful students.  She was in an open field in the middle of the night with two police officers being accused of all manner of crimes.  If she lost control of herself now, what would they think of her?  What would they think?

But the pressure, the terrible pressure was relentlessly building within her, and she suddenly realized that it was in fact already too late!  Too late!

"OH GOD NO!" Laura screamed as she frantically tried to stop the climax that was only seconds away.

Her greatest humiliation was about to happen.  Cumming in front of two police offices just doing their job.  She had to stop it, so Laura tried desperately to think of anything else that might stop the wondrous urge that was filling her blasted brain.  But all she could think about were the hands on her body, those wonderful hands which were unceasingly caressing her, grasping her, indeed invading her in her unprotected nakedness!  The thought was too much!

"NO!" Laura's screamed as her body exploded and everything went dark.

* * * *

Laura awoke to find herself in a jeep wedged between the two front seats.  She was sitting precariously, with a buttock on the forward side of the bucket seats, and her legs splayed widely on either side of the slender gearshift.  Her arms had been draped across the top of each seat back.  Feeling cold, she looked down.

"Oh God!" She was still naked and the way she was sitting made her sex terribly exposed!  "Oh God!"  She wanted to cover herself, but if she used either hand, she could slip right down between the seats and land right on the gearshift!  "Oh God!"

Laura was feeling terribly humiliated, and not just from this current exposure.  It was because of what had just happened to her in the park.  She had climaxed again, this time when she was just being searched by two policewomen.  It was so humiliating to have her body explode so readily at the slightest touch.  Why couldn't she control herself now?  It was all so maddening.  Was it Missy?  Missy and her touching?  It had to be.  Yet the girl had not been around her all day, so how could it be her fault?  Even so, she must talk to Missy about all this touching of hers when she got home.  She could not let this continue any longer.   Laura had to get her life back in order before she lost complete control.

Chrissy said, "Well, it's nice to see you're not dead."

"Please, could I have something to wear," Laura begged, as she suddenly realized that if anyone looked into the closed jeep they would see her, all of her!  She tried to cross her legs over the gearshift, but Chrissy slapped her sharply high on the left thigh.

"Ow!" cried Laura in surprise as she automatically opened her legs again.

"Stay away from the controls, if you don't mind!"

"Sorry," a miserable Laura squeaked.  Now what was she supposed to do?

"Something to wear?  No, I don't think so.  We wouldn't want you to jump out at a stop sign, would we?"  Chrissy answered.  "Besides, there aren't any clothes in here. You shouldn't have left yours in the park like that. That's littering, you know."

"Oh, please!  Please!  People will see me," Laura begged.

She looked out of the windows and noticed for the first time that the jeep was travelling along the main street of a small town she did not recognized.  At the thought there might be people out there, she slid farther down between the seats while trying to cover her naked body the best she could between the seats.

"It didn't seem to bother you in the park.  It looked to me like you wanted to be seen," the grinning Sally countered as she turned to look openly over Laura's vulnerable naked body.

"No!  I had a car accident and I ran..."

Before Laura could finish, Chrissy asked, "Accident!  You mean you ran from a scene of a car accident?"

"Yes!  I mean, no!"

"Yes or no?  It can't be both," Sally replied.

Laura's mind was still spinning from everything that had happened.  She just couldn't get her mind to work.  "It... I...  Please!  Someone might see me!"

Laura squeezed lower between the seats, trying desperately to hide when she heard a car horn honk as it passed them going in the other direction.  They saw her! God!  No!

"Yes, they just might.  So if you don't want the entire town to see your naked ass, you'd better keep quiet or I'll stop the car and handcuff you to the hood and drive you right past the local football stadium.  I believe the local high school has a game tonight!," Chrissy snapped.

"You wouldn't!" Laura squealed, pushing herself even lower.  "You couldn't!"

"Oh, I'm afraid she would," Sally snickered.  "Chrissy has never been able to put up with bitchy college girls like you.  So if I were you I'd just sit still."

Laura looked at Sally, then at Chrissy.  They wouldn't display her in that manner.  They were police for God's sake.  But the look on Chrissy face scared her.  Laura believed she would do it.  So, after taking a nervous breath, Laura sat as low as she could between the two of them, trying to hide as they continued down the road.

As they rode, Laura could see people staring at the police jeep as it rolled along.  They all pointed and laughed.  They saw her!  This was truly the most humiliated she'd ever been.  Naked in a police car driving right through a town.

Laura desperately wanted to hide so she squeezed even lower between the seats.  In her painful humiliation, she allowed herself to actually slip between the seats until only her legs were keeping her off the filthy floor. But in doing so the narrow end of the gearshift was now resting right up against her sex.

"Oh!" Laura shouted in alarm and tried to sit up again as soon as she felt the cool, vibrating metal suddenly press against her sex.

"What did I tell you?  Sit still or on the hood you go," Chrissy snared, as she reached over and pushed on Laura's shoulder.

Laura was forced right back down so her pussy was once again resting against the shifter button located at the end of the short shift handle.  The button, dancing from the shaking of the car as it moved along a poorly maintained part of the road, and the natural vibration of the powerful engine, began to work its way slowly into the swelling folds of Laura's defenseless labia.  Every time she desperately tried to back off of it, even just a bit, either Chrissy or Sally would look over at her and tell her to be still and push her back down again.

After a time Laura found her legs and arms weakening, and she slipped lower.  The vibrating shifter now slid deeper, parting her nether lips until the button was now resting directly on her clit.  She was beginning to sweat despite the cool breeze that blew across her body as they drove.   The sensation in her pussy was mind numbing. Yet every time she tried to adjust her position, the gearshift button would just slide across her clit.  She couldn't get away from it!  It felt so good!  Soon she was moving her hips slightly to deliberately continue the fantastic sensations.  She wanted to stop herself, but the more she tried the more her hips moved.

Sally was the first to discover Laura's shameful secret. "Look, Chrissy.  She's found a friend," Sally giggled as she watched Laura trying to move her hips without being seen.

"How sweet," Chrissy snickered as she reached down and started toying her Laura's left breast.  "Just hope we don't have to change gears, is all."

The vibration continued clouding Laura mind more and more.  She hardly noticed both woman teasing her nipples or the fact that she was moaning out loud.  All she could think about was what was going on between her legs.  As the heat continued to build Laura no longer cared if anyone was watching her or not.  She now moved more deliberately, even violently, up and down so that the shifter handle slid across her clit and through her sopping pussy lips.

"God, she's such a slut.  Look at her, Sally.  She's trying to get off."

"She'll fit right in as a Delta," chuckled Sally.

"I've just got to see this!" Chrissy said.  She pushed in the clutch and coasted the jeep gently into an ally.

Laura never felt the jeep stop because of what the gearshift was doing to her.  She was going to cum again.  That was all her mind could think about, the orgasm building in her trembling body.

"God, look at her," Sally said as they both watched Laura's sex grinding up and down against the shifter.

"Grab her other arm and help me.  I have an idea," Chrissy replied as she grabbed Laura's left arm.

"What?"

"Let's get her on it," Chrissy said with a smile.

"Chrissy!"

"Come on help me."

"But what if someone sees.  We could get in trouble."

"We'll just say we tried to stop her, but couldn't. She's a spoiled Delta slut, and everyone knows what they're like.  Now help me."

Sally and Chrissy gently lifted Laura up and positioned the gearshift button right at the entrance to her sex. "OK, now push her down on it."

Laura never felt them grab her arms or lift her up.  All her mind could think of now was the passion boiling inside her.  She did feel a slight pressure as the button pushed against her pussy lips, then spread them wide and slipped easy into her slippery hole.

They slowly lowered Laura down inch by inch until the gearshift was buried deep into her burning sex.  They watched as Laura just sat there moaning, nipples erect, body covered in sweat as the shifter vibrated away inside her because the car engine was still running.

"Well, this is no fun with her just sitting there.  Here, let's try this," Chrissy said as she took both of Laura's hands and placed them on the overhead roll bar.  Chrissy then sat back to watch her handiwork.

Laura's hands tightened and she began to instinctively pull herself up and down, fucking herself with the shifter handle.  Her cuntal walls clasped greedily onto the intruder.  She started slowly at first but as the passion mounted, Laura fucked faster and faster.

"I can't believe it," Sally said in wonder.

"Watch this," Chrissy replied as she pushed the gas pedal and released the clutch a little.

Laura never heard the roar of the engine.  All she felt was the wonderful vibration in her cunt.  "Ooh!" Laura moaned in rapture as she arched her back until her breasts were pointing at the sky.  Every part of her body tingled as she continued to slide up and down.  Her moans grew louder as she got closer and closer to paradise.

As Laura continued to fuck herself, Chrissy locked her mouth over Laura's left nipple.

"Chrissy, stop!  Someone might see you!" Sally shouted. Her mouth moved over Laura's right nipple and sucked it happily.

Laura felt two new sensations coming from her breasts and opened her eyes.  Seeing the two identical women sucking on her chest should have disgusted her.  She wanted desperately to stop what she was doing.  But her body wouldn't listen to her mind.  All she could do was keep fucking herself, and watch the two suck.  It was like she was some lust-filled animal.  All she wanted was to cum. And she didn't care who was watching, or where she was.  She needed to cum.

Chrissy sensed Laura's orgasm was near so she gunned the engine again, then bit down on Laura's nipple and pulled on the sensitive breast flesh.

Sally seemed to sense the same thing and tried to suck Laura's entire right breast into her mouth.

The sucking mouths and the roar of the engine pushed Laura over the edge.  She came like never before.  Her whole body shook as she continued to fuck.  She never wanted it to end.  One orgasm, then two, three, four, five!  The mouths suckled her breasts as she lost all the strength in her arms and let go of the roll bar.  She fell down to the floor, burying the shift completely inside her.  The engine continued to roar.  Six, seven, eight!  Her whole body screamed for more.  Nine, ten!  Finally Laura's mind snapped and everything went dark.

*****

End of Book V