Chapter 3

I woke up late and daddy later told me that he’d checked in on me a few times before I woke. It was the Sunday and I usually slept late. Shortly after that Trisha arrived and for a change she went to the front door and rang the bell. When daddy saw who it was he invited her in and told her that I had only just woken up and hadn’t had my breakfast or got washed.

“Don’t worry about that Mr. Peterson, I’ll do all that for her, give you a rest.”

“She hasn’t been to the toilet yet.”

“What are good friends for.”

“Thank you Trisha, much appreciated. If you need a hand lifting her up give me a shout.”

“Will do.”

Daddy went and got on with some work thing and Trisha went to the kitchen. When she came back with my breakfast she started feeding me then said.”

“Paint job still going strong I see.”

“The only way for it to come of is when somebody is giving me a bed-bath.”

“I’d better not wash your tits then Saffy, but I can tweak your nipples to wake you up,”

“Gee thanks, you know that you’re going to have to bedpan me and shave me don’t you Trisha?”

“Yes, and make you cum as well. I can’t have you missing out on your morning cum just because you father is having a break.”

“Who said that daddy makes me cum when he shaves me.”

“You just did, Seriously Saffy, what man could shave a pussy without making it cum? Especially one so beautiful as yours, it’s on display 24 hours a day and is begging for it.”

“None probably.”

“So I’ll just have to make you cum when I shave you Saffy, but first pongo time. I hope that you haven’t had an Indian lately.”

“Nope, not even a Chinese, only good old English food.”

“Good. I think that I’m going to have to climb on the bed to lift you up,”

Trisha did and I discovered that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

“Skipped the knickers again today I see.” I said.

“So did you.”

“Like I had a choice.”

“You know that I often go knickerless under skirts, and so do you. You’re not complaining are you?”

“No, just letting you know that you just flashed me.”

“You’ve seen it all before, hell you’ve had your tongue in there loads of times.”

“And very nice it was too.”

By then my butt was on the bedpan and I was about to evacuate my bowels.

“Sorry about the stench that I’m about to make Trisha.”

“I’ll forgive you Saffy.”

I did, and Trisha carried the bedpan away at arms length and holding her nose. When she got back she said,

“Well now that that’s out of the way lets see about getting you clean and satisfied, I’m assuming that you want me to take care of that little problem as well.”

“Yes please.”

Trisha gave me a bed-bath although I had to tell her what to do at times, then it just left my pussy and butt to wash. She washed my butt then went and got some clean water to do my pussy. Trisha was nowhere near as rough as the nurses at the hospital but she was as good as daddy was, then the razor came out.

It was the first time that Trisha had shaved someone else, that I knew about, and I knew that Tom shaved her, so I hoped that she wasn’t out of practise.

“Be gentle with me.” I said as the razor was about to hit my flesh.

“Relax girl, what’s the worst that I can do?”

“Cut my clit off.”

“Now that would hurt, but I wouldn’t want to cut your little cock off Saffy. You know that you have the biggest clit that I’ve ever seen Saffy, it sticks out nice and proud just like your tits do, and it’s as hard as them. No wonder the boys like getting their hands on you. You are one lucky girl Saffy.”

“I don’t feel very lucky at the moment.”

“In a way that drunk driver did you a favour Saffy.”

“You what!”

“Well look at it this way, if he hadn’t put you in hospital with all your arms and legs in plaster you wouldn’t have had your father seeing you naked and taking care of your personal needs. You wouldn’t have some of the guys in your college class seeing you naked and finger fucking you. And your teacher, and your neighbours, shall I go on? Oh and you wouldn’t have realised that you are definitely an exhibitionist Saffy.”

“Okay, okay, I guess that being like this does have it’s advantages but I wouldn’t wish being like this on anyone, not even you Trisha. Hey, do think that they might let me keep the casts when they finally come off, then I can put you in them and you can find out what it’s like.”

“Would you keep me naked and invite all my college mates round to finger fuck me?” Trisha asked.

“And your teacher and your father and your brothers. See how you’d like the humiliation and embarrassment.”

“Don’t tempt me girl. Now, your shave.”

Trisha was holding the razor and her hand was shaking like she had some sort of disease.”

“Only joking.” She said as I felt the razor glide over my pubes.

I had no way of checking but it certainly felt like Trisha had done a good job and I told her so as she wiped the last traces of shaving cream off me then squirted my pussy with some perfume that she got out of her bag.

“Got to make you smell good, you never know who’s going to turn up at your door and eat you out.”

Then she cleared everything away and just sat there. After a minute or so I put on my saddest face and Trisha said,

“What? Were you expecting more?”

I pouted my lips and asked her if she’d forgotten anything.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Trisha, daddy rubs me after he’s shaved me, I thought that you knew that and when you said that you’d take care of me you knew what that meant.”

“Oh, you want me to do that do you? Well sorry but I’m not in the mood.”

She looked at her watch then got out her phone and sent a text. Two minutes later 4 guys from college were standing at the foot of my bed.

“Hi guys.” Trisha said, “I was starting to think that I’d have to start without you.”

Tony, Oliver, Zack and Noah, all from my class at college were all stood at the foot of my bed and staring up my body. Amazingly I didn’t blush.

After the hellos and questions about how I was and why my tits were painted in orange and white, Trisha said,

“I was starting to get worried that you weren’t going to help Saffy, I’ve got her ready for you, all nice and clean, who’s going first.”

“First what?” I asked.

“I told all the other guys in your class that you had a lot of sexual tension built up in you and that you couldn’t do anything about it yourself so you were looking for volunteers to help you. And guess what, these 4 volunteered.”

“You didn’t, oh my gawd Trisha, you need locking-up.”

Zack stepped forward with a big grin on his face.

“Hang on a sec.” Trisha said, “just got to get my phone and video this.”

When her phone was ready she continued,

“Actually guy’s I think that it would be better if you did it in pairs, one from each side of the bed, one working on her clit and the other on her hole. Don’t worry that you’ll miss out, you can swap pleasure bits and do it again.”

By then my mouth was wide open, my best friend had just given my body to 4 guys that I knew, and told them to make me cum. By that time my pussy was gushing.

Zack and Oliver went to my sides and their hands moved in on my pussy. My heart skipped a few beats as I anticipated their touch. Then I gasped. Then I moaned. Oh my gawd, two male hands working on my pussy at the same time. Even 2 male hands near my pussy would have made me cum but the orgasm from those 2 hands doing what they were doing gave me a really intense orgasm.

What’s more, I knew that I was going to experience that 3 more times before lunch time.

And I did.

“Bloody hell guys,” Trisha said as my 4th totally awesome orgasm was subsiding, “look what you’ve done to her. I’m going to have to wash all that sweat off her now.”

None of the 4 guys apologised, they just smiled.

“Okay guys, mission accomplished, but before you leave can you all write something rude on her casts, there’s a marker pen on that table. I’ll go and get some water to wash her whilst you do that then you can leave and let me get on with it.”

The 4 guys got on with their writing and Trisha went to the kitchen. I couldn’t see what they were writing but they were smiling at each others work. They left just after Trisha got back and she too smiled when she read the additions.

By then I had got all my senses back and I asked her what they’d written. These were the ‘interesting’ ones: =

FUCK ME HERE – Written at the top of both my thighs and with arrows pointing to my pussy.

FUCK MY MOUTH – Written on my right arm.

PULL ON THESE – Written on my chest just below my tits.

“Right,” Trisha said, “let’s get your pussy cleaned-up.”

As she was doing that I said,

“That was awesome Trisha you just gotta try that.”

“How do you know that I haven’t, Tom has mates as well?”

“You little devil Trisha, was it as good as I’ve just had?”

“Sorry Saffy but it was better, you see I had the use of my arms and legs and they all properly fucked me.”

“You were gang-banged? How many of them?”

“Six of them, including Tom.”

“Wow Trisha, and you didn’t tell me.”

“I haven’t had the chance, it only happened while you were in hospital.”

“So did you agree to do it or were you gang raped?”

“Oh I wasn’t raped, I arranged it.”

“Wow, will you arrange one for me when I get rid of these bloody casts?”

“We could make it a double gang-bang, and if the weather is still good we could do it outside somewhere.”

“I can’t wait.”

Trisha spent the rest of the day with me, only leaving when daddy said that he was getting tea ready and asked if Trisha was joining us. The only ‘interesting’ bit being when the football came over into our garden again and it took all 3 of the boys to come and collect it. Trisha didn’t stop the boys seeing me but she did go out to watch them them looking for ball so I didn’t hear if they were talking about me.

Shortly after Trisha had gone daddy brought me my tea and fed me. I saw him read the comments but he didn’t say anything.

Later he came to clean my teeth and give me a partial wash, and, what was to become an everyday event, he rubbed me to another clinical orgasm then asked me if I was relaxed enough to be able to sleep.

I certainly was.

The next few days were quite boring, The main highlights being when daddy brought me off twice each day and the Tuesday evening when my tutor, Mr, Reynolds appeared at the open French doors.

Up until then I’d assumed that Trisha was joking, just trying to wind me up but there he was.

“Hello Saffron, would you like me to wait out here until you get covered up?”

“No, no Mr. Reynolds,” Trisha said, “come on in, Saffy doesn’t mind people seeing her like this.”

“So why are you naked Saffron, surely you could at least have a blanket over you?”

“Saffy prefers to stay naked telling us that it’s cooler and healthier for her.” Trisha replied before I had the chance.

“She maybe right. I see that the graffiti artists have been busy. I like what they’ve done to your breasts, very appropriate. Sorry, if that’s a bit too personal.”

“That’s okay Mr. Reynolds,” Trisha said, “that’s nothing to what some of the boys in the class have been doing to the poor helpless Saffy.”

“Oh dear, I do hope that they haven’t been upsetting you Saffron, that’s the last thing that you want right now.”

“Oh she hasn’t been upset, she’s loved every second of it haven’t you Saffy?”

“Yes.” I meekly said.

“Well Saffron, I thought that you’d like some reading so that you can keep with the curriculum. Trisha told me that you can use your phone so I’ve put together some pdf files that you can read. They’ll help you to keep on top of things, maybe even get ahead of some people.”

“Thank you Mr. Reynolds, I should be able to read them it’s not like I can do anything else most of the time.” I replied.

“True, but get stuck into the things that you can do and the time will go faster.”

“Yes, thank you Mr. Reynolds, although if anyone was stood outside and listening to me having a conversation with my phone they’d think that I was crazy.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that Saffron.”

“Saffy can get off that bed at the weekend so we’re going to put her in that chair and take her for a walk.” Trisha said, “We can’t decide between the park or into town shopping.”

“Well I know that you girls enjoy your shopping but I think that the park would be better for you, fresher air. What do you think Saffron?”

“You’re probably right Mr. Reynolds.” I said. “I’ll enjoy the fresh air and there won’t be many people there to see me laying back in that chair with my legs open.”

“Yes, I was wondering about that, just why do you have to keep your legs open, all your visitors can see everything that you’ve got. That must be really embarrassing for you.”

“It is.” I replied as I looked at Mr. Reynolds face and saw that his eyes were looking at my pussy.

I had lied and I didn’t feel at all guilty or bad about it, my pussy was tingling knowing that he was staring at my pussy.

“Well I’d better be on my way, don’t hesitate if you’d like me to come round again and explain anything to to you, I can’t have any of my students disadvantaged, I hope to see you back at college soon, Bye.”

As soon as he was out of the room Trisha said,

“I bet that he’d like to come round again, have another close-up look at that cute pussy of yours, and I bet that you enjoyed him staring at it.”

“I did not.”

“Yeah right.”

When daddy was washing me on the Thursday evening he was looking at my tits and he told me that the paint was cracking and that he thought that it would be a good time to try to get it off, if I wanted. I was getting a bit sick of looking down and seeing the orange and while rings so I agreed.

Daddy spent ages washing and wiping both of my tits. Some of it came off easily but some didn’t and daddy had to almost scrub it off. The strange thing was that it was the paint around and on my areolae that was difficult to remove and the attention that that part of my tits was getting was enough to make me cum.

Daddy smiled and when I was recovering he said,

“I guess that it’s your lucky day. Twice so far today and once more when I wash you tonight, if you still need it?”

“Yes, thank you daddy.”

Saturday arrived and I was dreading what Trisha was going to do to me, and the pain that would be involved in getting me onto and out of that chair. She hadn’t actually told me what she intended to do, but I know her”

She arrived just after daddy brought me to my first clinical orgasm of the day and I was still flushed and daddy was wiping his fingers on a tissue.

“You should let her lick your fingers clean Mr. Peterson, Saffy likes the taste of her own juices.” Trisha said.

“TRISHA, don’t, you’re embarrassing us both.” I said.

Daddy looked at Trish, then me, then said,

“I’ll leave you two to it.”

“Mr. Peterson, is it alright if I take Saffy out to the park, get some fresh air and a change of scenery?”

“That’s a good idea Trisha, thank you. Give me a shout when you are ready and I’ll give you a hand to get her into the chair.”

“Thanks, I will.”

Daddy left us then I said,

“You will keep me covered won’t you Trisha?”

“I’ll make sure that you are displaying everything that you want to and no more.”

“Thank you Trisha but who decides what I want to display?”

“No need to talk about it, I know what you want. Was that your first or second orgasm today Saffy?”

“What?”

“Your father with your pussy juices all over his hand. First or second time today?”

“First.”

“Well how about we ask every guy that you know who we see whilst we are out, make you cum, see if we can get into double figures.”

“Don’t you dare Trisha, I want my pussy and tits to be covered all the time when we are out.”

“Of course sweetie, we don’t want you to get arrested do we?”

“No, this is just going to be a simple walk in the park, just you and me, right.”

“Of course it is” Trisha said, but the look on her face told me otherwise. I just hoped that things would be okay.

Trisha went for daddy and between them the sat me up and shuffled me onto the chair. It was painful but Trisha distracted me by putting her hand under my butt and working a finger into my hole.

I was sat reclining in the chair thinking that maybe the outing was too soon. When I said that to daddy he told me that the movement would be good for me and that we should find a way of massaging my back to stop me from getting bed sores. That sounded good but I hadn’t a clue how we were going to do that without me screaming in pain.

In the chair I relaxed then asked daddy if he could get my blanket for me. He went and came back with the same, silky babies quilt. I knew that I should have asked him for a different blanket, but for some reason I didn’t, a decision that I would really regret later.

Trisha tucked it in at my sides telling me that it would keep me warm then daddy and Trisha lifted me out of the French doors then daddy explained to Trisha how to get the chair up and down steps.

It was as daddy left us that I realised that my legs were further apart in the chair than they were on my bed. And as Trisha wheeled me down the drive I noticed the breeze blowing between my legs under the blanket and tickling my pussy, it felt nice but I didn’t tell Trisha.

I looked down to check that my pussy was covered and saw that the blanket was only just covered my pubes and anyone in front of me would be able to see my open pussy. My brain was confused, common decency said that I get Trisha to pull the blanket down a bit but the thought of my pussy being seen was making it get wet. My pussy obviously wanted to be seen.

My arousal level wasn’t very high at the moment and I asked Trisha to pull the blanket down a bit, and she did, saying,

“We can’t have you flashing everyone cane we?”

The only problem was that Trisha had a devious grin on her face as she said it. I soon found out why. As she pulled the blanket down my breasts got uncovered

“Trisha, stop, you’re uncovering my tits.”

Trisha pulled the blanket up and I could see my pubes.

“Too far Trisha.”

She pulled it down and my tits saw the sun.

“Too far Trisha.”

“Make up your mind Saffy.”

“Can’t you find a happy medium?” I asked.

“I can but do you remember telling me what happened when you came home from the hospital?”

“I do, but that was because it wasn’t tucked in properly.”

“Because you can’t tuck it in properly, your father didn’t manage it so I’m sure that I can’t”

“Can we go back for a proper, bigger blanket?”

“No, you’re just going to have to live with it.”

I didn’t reply because half of me wanted to be covered and half, my pussy, didn’t.

Trisha kept pushing me with my little conical tits enjoying the sun.

Everything was okay for the first few minutes until we saw someone coming our way on the same path.

“Good morning, it’s a lovely day.” Trisha said.

“Oh you poor thing, what happened to you?” The woman replied.

“Car accident.” Trisha replied as I looked at their faces. The woman was looking at mine but the man’s eyes were lower.

“Oh dear, your blanket seems to have slipped down, here let me.”

She bent forwards and pulled the blanket right up to my chin, not realising that she had just exposed my pussy and most of my stomach. I saw the man’s eye’s light up.

“There you go dear, can’t have you going around all exposed. Come on George, Mary is waiting for us. Get well soon young lady.”

After a few seconds I asked Trisha to adjust the blanket so that my pussy was covered.

“So which do you want exposed Saffy, tits or pussy?”

“Neither.”

“Sorry, no can do, I want you to live your secret desires.”

“And what would they be?”

“You’re an exhibitionist Saffy, you want people to see your naked body.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

“Oh no I don’t”

“Oh yes you do.”

“Oh no I don’t”

“Oh yes you do.”

We both laughed at the silly pantomime game then I said nothing. I was seriously considering the possibility that Trisha was right. I thought back to every time that I had been exposed and decided that I might not have admitted it at the time, but looking back, I had enjoyed them. My conclusion was that I was an exhibitionist.

“Can you untuck the blanket a bit Trisha please, I want it to slide down.”

“That’s my girl Saffy, have you finally admitted that I’m right?”

“Yes, but don’t you dare tell anyone.”

“I won’t, but I will help you flash your goodies as often as I can, and if you’re lucky I might just bring you off when there’s some boys looking. Whilst we are in the park I’m going to fold the blanket over so that all your goodies are on show all of the time.”

“You’re the best Trisha but you will cover me if a policeman turns up won’t you?”

“I know and I will, if I remember.”

Trish kept pushing the chair towards the park as more and more people appeared on the path. It’s amazing how many people look at the wheelchair and see all the 4 limbs of the person in the chair in plaster casts supported by brackets, then stop and wait for you to get to them.

When you get to them they usually say something like,

“Oh you poor thing.”

It’s amazing how many people think that because I was in the chair like that, that I didn’t have a brain or a voice and couldn’t speak for myself so they’d ask Trisha how I was or what had happened to me. It’s usually only the men that look down to me and see that I’m naked, then they smile and keep looking.