Chapter 1

Introduction

I have this good friend who has been telling Jon and me about the fun she had when she was younger and discovered the power that she has over men. Jon told her that she should write all about her experiences and adventures but she told us that she was no good with computers. Jon then volunteered me to do the keyboard work but to put it all in Debbie’s words. So, what follows is me pretending to be Debbie and writing everything that she told us. Debbie has read it all and corrected me whenever I got anything wrong.

How it all started

Hi, my name’s Debbie. I’m an 18 years old slim(ish) brunette hairdresser with a 36B 25 35 figure. My friend Vanessa has talked me into writing this story but I can’t type and don’t have a PC. So, I’ve written a lot of notes and Vanessa has typed this from them.

When I was 15 I discovered that I had this ‘power’ over men. I’ve never really been the shy type, I suppose that’s something do with the fact that my mom died when I was 8 and my dad had to bring me up on his own (no brothers or sisters). I’d had to ‘grow up’ quick too as my dad had managed to keep his job and look after me. I suppose I missed out on the little chats about what little girls should and shouldn’t do that I guess mothers give their daughters. I was a ‘latch key’ kid who had to do a lot more of the household chores than most kids do. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve always got on well with my dad and he never hit me or anything like that.

By the time of the big discovery I’d had a few boyfriends and been groped a few times but I’d never had full sex. Of course I knew all about it and talked to my friends about it lots of times but I’d never really been interested in it (sound weird now). On a couple of occasions my boyfriend has persuaded me to wank him but I (foolish girl) hadn’t really enjoyed it.

Anyway it was one evening and I was going to a party at Linda’s house. Dad was telling me that I had to be back home by midnight but I knew that the party would go on for a few hours after that and I wanted to stay until it finished. As I was having a shower I was feeling unhappy about dad’s deadline and I thought that I’d have one more go at trying to persuade him to let me stay ‘till it ended. After I dried myself I put my robe on and went straight downstairs to try again. He was sat in his big armchair watching television wearing only a T-shirt and his boxer (nothing new). I went and sat on his lap and put my arms round his neck and my legs over the side of the armchair. I love my father and I’d used that technique to persuade him hundreds of times before.

What was different that time was that I was by then a full-grown woman wearing only a robe. My bare legs were visible right up to half way up my thighs and the short robe meant that my naked backside was on his lap with only his boxer shorts between his cock and my pussy. I’d only been there a couple of minutes when I realised that he was getting a hard-on and his face was getting red.

Then it hit me; my dad was getting sexually excited because my scantily clad body was on his lap. My brain was in over-drive. If my body had that effect on my dad, could I use it to persuade him to let me stay out late? My body is just something that I have, it’s not the real me, that’s inside me. It’s not exactly the body that I would have chosen, but it will do. If I could use it to get what I wanted from my dad then perhaps I could use it to get other things in life.

Those few seconds that it took for me to realise that changed my whole outlook on life. I was starting to see signs that my dad would relent and let me stay out late so I started wiggling around on his lap. He was getting redder and redder. By the time dad gave in and said that I could stay out late, my robe was gaping open and when I looked down I could see my tits and my pussy hair. If I could see them then my dad must have been able to see them as well. Not only that, my sexual awakening had left my pussy all wet and his cock pressing onto it through just his boxers (poor man). I gave my dad one last big hug and went back upstairs to get dressed.

The party was okay but my mind was pre-occupied by my new discovery. My life changed that night and being the typical selfish teenager I took advantage of my father. I used my body to get just about anything I wanted. Not the materialistic things, my dad isn’t well off and I would never make him ‘give me his last rolo’ if you know what I mean.

In a way my dad’s life improved that night as well. I started letting him ‘accidentally’ seeing a lot more of my body, especially when I wanted something. I stopped closing bedroom and bathroom doors and taking my time getting dried of changing clothes. I noticed him watching me a few times, but I just pretended that I hadn’t seen him. I started sleeping in the nude and wearing just a short T-shirt around the house. When I think back he must have had some fantastic views of my naked backside and pussy.

I also discovered the joys of masturbation round about that time. I guess that I really was a late developer. Letting my dad see me naked was making me horny.

Things at home went from being good to being very good. Both dad and I were happy with the new me. After a few weeks of getting dad to agree to almost everything that I wanted. I started thinking about how I could improve things at school. I’d already decided that I wanted to leave school as soon as I could and get a job and start earning some money but to stand any chance of getting a reasonable job I needed to get good grades.

I was in History one day and was as bored as ever. I’ve never liked History and was never any good at it. My mind was drifting miles away and I started remembering some of the times that I’d let my dad see my pussy. All of a sudden there was a loud bang and I came back down to earth. I looked at the teacher and realised that he was looking at me. It was then that I realised that my knees had opened up and with me wearing a short(ish) skirt that had slid up my thighs as I’d slouched down in the chair, the teacher must have been able to see right up to my knickers. Being the tease that I now realise I am, I let my knees open up even more. The teacher must have been able to see my white cotton knickers and the wet spot that was growing on them. For the rest of the lesson I opened and closed my knees quite a lot.

At the end of the lesson I stayed back and told the teacher that I knew that History wasn’t my best subject and that I really wanted to improve my grades. I asked him teacher if he knew what I could do to improve them. In his usual ‘stuck-up’ tone he said that I should continue to sit at the front, that students usually concentrate better when they’re sat at the front. He said that I should be more ‘open’, show teachers what hidden talents I had, what I was hiding beneath that outer shell of mine. All the time that he was saying that his eyes were looking down at me legs. I knew exactly what he was saying and what he wanted me to do. The crafty sod had said it in such a way that it could be taken two ways, one that could get him into trouble and one that couldn’t.

Just to make sure that he understood that I understood what he was saying I said that I understood that if I kept showing him my hidden talents then I would get good grades. He said that we understood each other and that he was sure that with similar effort, all my grades would improve. As I was leaving he reminded me to sit at the front for the next lesson and said that he would see how I got on.

My heart had been pounding all though that conversation and it wasn’t until the next day that I realised that he was telling me to flash my knickers at other teachers as well.

When I went to the next History lesson later that week I’d gone to the toilet first and rolled-up the top of my skirt a couple of times to make it shorter. By the time I’d sat down and slid down the chair I could just about see my knickers never mind him. I kept my knees apart for most of that lesson and on the way out I asked the teacher if I had improved. He said that I had and if I made more improvements I’d soon be getting top marks.

Just before I went to History the next week I went to the toilet again. I was feeling excited (and wet) and after I’d had a pee and pulled my knickers back up I suddenly had the urge to take them right off. I’d already rolled-up the top of my skirt and as I walked to that History lesson I felt very naked, but at the same time excited and wet.

At first I sat there bolt upright and with my knees firmly together. The teacher looked disappointed and kept asking me questions. Although I didn’t have the right answers I relaxed a bit and before I knew it my knees were open a bit. I opened them more so that the teacher could see my pussy and kept my eyes firmly on his. You should have seen his face when he did look. He stopped talking and stood there with his mouth open for a few seconds before talking garbage for a while. When he did start talking sense again, not only was there a smile on his face, but I was feeling good as well.

Just before the lesson ended I waited until he looked again (didn’t have long to wait) and I put my hand under the desk and scratched my pussy. When I’d done I lifted my hand up and looked at my very wet finger. As I was leaving the lesson he called me back and said that I had done very well and that if I continued making similar improvements then he was sure that I’d soon get top marks.

Over the next few weeks I continued to take my knickers off before going into History and then putting them back on again afterwards. I even started playing with myself a bit when the teacher was looking. I didn’t do it too much because I didn’t want to have an orgasm in the middle of a History lesson.

One night after flashing my pussy at both my History teacher and my dad (as I walked naked from the bathroom) I got the urge to try something else to try to get that elusive A+ grade. I went back into the bathroom and borrowed dad’s razor. I spent the next 10 minutes shaving off all the hair on my body below my neck. I’d borrowed dad’s razor to do my armpits and legs before, but not my pussy. I nicked myself a couple of times and I felt a bit ‘raw’ afterwards, but I gave myself an orgasm before I went back to my bedroom. Unfortunately dad had gone to bed by then so he would have to wait to see the new me.

I felt even more exposed and excited the next time I took my knickers off to go into the History lesson, but you should have seen the face of the teacher. Again I sat upright with my knees firmly together for the first half of the lesson but when I did open them and the teacher saw me he just about choked to death. One of the other kids had to go and get him a cup of water before he could finish the lesson. I got my A+.

While all this had been going on I’d stopped caring about whether or not any of the girls in my class saw me naked in the gym changing room – not that I’d really been bothered before, it was just that all the other girls always covered themselves as soon as they could, so I did. I’d started taking my time getting showered and dressed and always took ages to dry myself. At that stage I didn’t think that I liked other girls (sexually that is), but I discovered that getting showered with other girls always left me with one slight damp spot that I couldn’t really dry with a towel. Anyway, when I shaved for the first time I didn’t think about getting changed after games, it was only as we were walking towards the gym that I thought about it. By then it was too late but I found that having other girls stare at and whispering about my bald pubes made me more confident and excited. As I walked home that night I resolved to shave every day.

I should have realised what would happen but I didn’t. I was quite surprised a few days later when I was walking down the busy main corridor in school. One of a group of boys pointed to me and said to his mates “That’s the girl who shaves her cunt.” One of the girls in my class must have been telling her boyfriend or brother about me. At first I was shocked, but during the next lesson that shock turned to excitement and I had to go to the toilet and frig myself after that lesson.

The Easter Holidays

It was getting near to Easter and the end of term. A few exciting things happened to me that Easter. In the few weeks up to Easter my dad had started returning the ‘favour’ to me and had stopped shutting doors. I saw him naked a few times, including once in the bathroom when he had a hard-on. I stared at it for ages before he realised I was there and got into the shower.

The biggest event was me losing my virginity and then going to a concert. Another was Katrina 16th birthday party. My daily paper-round got more interesting and I experimented with round long objects. I also had a bit of fun at the swimming pool - twice. I’ll try to remember them in chronological order.

On the Friday night before the first weekend of the holidays it was Katrina’s 16th birthday party. I went wearing some baggy shorts and a blouse that tied in the front. No buttons. Katrina’s parents had gone away for the weekend and left her and her older sister to look after the place. Half the class from school were there together with quite a few that I didn’t know. A lot of people had resorted to sitting on the floor, including me and one of my mates who I was talking to.

A number of boys had come over and asked if they could get me a drink and then as a second thought, asked if they could get Trisha (my mate) a drink as well. I asked Trisha why they all asked me first and she pointed to my shorts and asked if I’d forgotten to put any knickers on. Trisha couldn’t see from the angle she was at, but the lads obviously could. I told Trisha that I hadn’t forgotten to put knickers on. What I didn’t tell her was that I had deliberately not put knickers on. I wondered just how much of my bald pussy they could see.

We were all drinking, but I certainly wasn’t drunk, Gemma was though. It was obvious when she came over to us and plonked herself down next to me. A short while later she passed out. I tried to wake her but she was gone. About 10 minutes later 2 lads came and picked her up saying that they would take her upstairs to sleep it off. Neither Trisha nor I thought anything of it and carried on talking.

A bit later Trisha saw someone she had to talk to and I decided to go for a pee. As I was walking along the landing I looked into the bedroom that had its door partially open and the light on. What I saw shocked me. There was Gemma and the 2 lads. Gemma was flat-out on the bed with her top round her neck and her skirt round her waist. Her knickers were down round one ankle. One of the lads had his face at her pussy and the other was having a wank over her face. I stood there mesmerised until the lad wanking came. His spunk went all over her face. That brought me back to reality and I quickly went to the bathroom.

As I was peeing I thought about what I’d seen. I’d never much thought about oral sex and never been eaten before. I was still in a bit of a trance when I went downstairs and plonked myself down on the floor. As I sat there drinking, I decided that I might try passing out and see if the same thing happened to me. I lay back against the wall and over to one side to wait and see. At one point Katrina came and tried to wake me but I didn’t respond. I was just about on the point of ‘waking-up’ when I heard the 2 lad’s voices. My heart started pounding as I felt myself being lifted up and carried upstairs.

As I was dropped onto the bed I felt my arm hit someone. I guessed that I was next to Gemma. One of the lads tried to wake me, but I ignored me. I nearly ‘woke-up’ when one of them slapped me on the face, but I managed to ignore it - just. I heard them discussing what they were going to do then I felt my top being untied and my shorts opened and pulled down. Next I heard one of them tell the other that he was right, I did have a bald pussy. My shorts were taken right off and my legs were opened wide. My heart was really pounding and my pussy was aching for attention. I could feel my juices leaking out.

There was a long gap before anything happened, then one of them told the other that he wanted to fuck me but he was scared that I might be a virgin and bleed on the bed. Half of me was disappointed by that, but the other half wanted him to fuck me, I was randy and wanted sex. They decided that one of them would start on my lower half and the other on my top half and then swap over later. After a short pause I felt warm air being blown on my pussy and I nearly gave the game away when what must have been his tongue licked my clit. The feeling was fantastic and I’m sure I moaned out loud. There was another pause before I felt the tongue again.

I was in heaven and when something touched my mouth lips I automatically opened my mouth and the other lads cock went into my mouth. I couldn’t stop myself, I started sucking it. The lad was a bit surprised and told his mate so. Within minutes I had a mouth-full of his cum. I had all on to swallow it without choking and ‘waking-up’.

Whilst I was sucking, the other lad was doing an amazing job on my pussy and one of them was playing with my tits, my nipples were aching as well as my pussy. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t resist any more and I came. It was weird and extremely thrilling to be cumming in front of 2 unknown lads whilst pretending to be unconscious. I couldn’t feel either of them touching me as I came, so they must have just been watching me shaking and moaning. But still (I don’t know how), I managed to stay ‘unconscious’.

Just as I was calming down I felt another hard cock touch my face, I opened my mouth and in it went. This cock wanted to go down my throat and I had all on to relax enough to let it. It felt as if it were going down right into my stomach. As I started sucking I felt another tongue start on my pussy. This one’s teeth found my clit as well and it wasn’t long before I was cumming again, so was the cock in my throat. How I stayed ‘unconscious’ I will never know. The cock in my throat was getting soft and I was getting back to normal. I heard the lad’s say that they’d never heard of a girl cumming while she was unconscious. I still haven’t.

When they’d done with me they pulled my shorts up and fastened my blouse and left me. When I heard the door shut I opened my eyes and looked at Gemma. She was still out of it so I lifted her skirt up and pulled her knickers down. I wanted to know what it tasted like to eat a girl. I didn’t get her to cum but I did notice a nice taste developing in my mouth. I waited about an hour before going back downstairs and pretended that I’d just woken-up. The 2 lads were still there and I smiled at them, but neither of them came over to me.

At the time it seemed a bit weird eating another girl, but it was nice. I don’t think that Gemma ever found out what happened that night.

The next day I slept late and then went to go to bed early. As I was walking back to my room with just a towel round me, I saw dad in his bed reading and went in to see him to tell him about a concert that I wanted to go to. At first he said “No” so I lay on the bed next to him and started saying, “Please daddy.” Before I knew it we were messing about like we used to do when I was a little kid. You know the innocent type of stuff, little kid climbing all over a parent tickling each other. Well, the next thing I remember was being on top of dad, facing him with my knees either side of him. Not only had my towel come open at the front and was down round my hips, but the quilt that had been covering dad was down at the bottom of the bed.

Like me, dad slept in the nude and when we stopped to get our breath we both realised what position we were in. As we just stared at each other I felt his cock get hard and start pressing against the crack of my bum. When it stopped growing I lifted myself up and let his cock fall into its natural position, which was just where my pussy was. Still staring into his eyes I lowered myself down so that his cock found the entrance to my pussy. Dad started to say something about us not doing anything, but I continued to slowly lower myself down onto him. I felt a sharp bolt of pain as I lost my virginity, but boy, did it feel good.

I slept with my dad every night for those 2 weeks before he finally put his foot down and told me that it was wrong and that it must stop. I knew he was right even though it was good, so I let him win that little battle.

I’d discovered sex and wanted to experiment. I think it was the first Monday when dad and I had had a ‘quickie’ before he went to work; I was feeling a bit frustrated and wanted more. I lay in bed thinking what it would be like to have different things inside me. I’d heard stories at school about candles but we didn’t have any, so I got up and went looking for something to use. I’d also heard someone mention a carrot so I went downstairs and into the kitchen. As luck would have it we had some. I tried a small one first. It went in easily and I got myself worked-up well with it. Next I tried the biggest one we had, bigger than dad’s cock. I was surprised how easily it went inside me. I made myself cum with that one but still wanted more. I looked at the cucumber that was in the basket and thought that it was too big, but one end started small and then got bigger. I sat back on the edge of the kitchen table and eased in it. I’d just got the thick part in when I saw someone at the kitchen window (the kitchens at the front of our house).

It was the postman and he was holding up a card and a pen. Shock and embarrassment both hit me at once. I quickly pulled the cucumber out and grabbed the kitchen towel. It wasn’t very big and I had to hold it to keep it in place. It just about covered my tits and pussy, but it didn’t go far enough round me to tuck the end in. I just stood there staring at the postman thinking what to do. He obviously wanted me to sign for a letter or something. After what seemed like an eternity I went to the door and opened it. The postman was stood there with a big grin on his face. Before I could say anything he thrust the card and pen at me and asked me to sign it. As I grabbed it the towel dropped. It was too late then, he’d already seen me more than naked so I scribbled my name, gave him the card and pen back, grabbed the letter and slammed the door. My heart was pounding for ages before I calmed down and realised that I had really enjoyed the whole thing. My pussy was wetter than before and that dull ache was so strong that I was close to cumming.

In the afternoon, as the weather was nice, I decided to go for a walk in the park wearing a short(ish) skirt, jumper and denim jacket. No knickers. As I went out of the house I felt the fresh air blow up my skirt and onto my naked, shaved pussy. What a fantastic feeling. The tingling in my pussy was brilliant. As I walked down the street I was very self-conscious and kept imagining what the people I was passing would say if they knew that I didn’t have any knickers on. I met a neighbour who said “hi” and started to talk to me. I’m sure that I went a bit red as I thought about what he would say. At the same time the tingling was getting stronger.

In the park I went to the kids play area and sat on one of the swings. There were no kids there but there were people walking passed. As I went back and forwards (forwards was the best), I felt the air rush against my pussy. I opened my legs as wide as the swing would let me.

A lad that I vaguely knew from school (a couple of years younger than me) rode passed on his bike and must have seen right up my skirt. He was staring at me and then he turned round and came back to me. He stood in front of me as I went back and forwards. His eyes were firmly fixed on the tops of my legs. As I looked at him he was trying to talk to me, but he wasn’t making much sense. I was enjoying his embarrassment and fascination.

I heard an ice-cream van and the lad asked me if I wanted one. As he rode off to get it he said ‘don’t move’, but I did. As I saw him riding back with 2 ice creams in one hand I got of the swing and walked towards a seesaw. He had a disappointed look on his face as he gave me the ice cream. He needn’t have worried cos I got on one end of the seesaw and told him to get on the other (a see-saw is a plank of wood pivoted in the middle so that the person on one end goes up while the other person goes down). He must have had a perfect view of my pussy as we went up and down. Poor lad was talking utter garbage. In the end I got up, thanked him for the ice cream and left.

At one place in the park there is a crossroad of paths with a seat set back about 5 metres from the path. I went and sat there for a while to enjoy the sun and perhaps to flash my pussy at anyone who passed. While I was there only 3 men went by. One was an old man walking his dog, he smiled at me and said, “Hello, nice out isn’t it?” as he stared at me. The second was a middle-aged man out jogging, he nearly ran into an old woman as he stared at me. He came back a few minutes later to have another look. The third was youth of about 18 who came over to me and stared chatting to me. The conversation got a little too personal for me and I just walked away from him. I guess I was living a bit dangerously and looking back I think I was a bit stupid.

When I got home it was time to do my paper-round. Without really thinking (or perhaps I was), I got my bike out of the garage and rode off. Wow, I’d ridden my bike in a skirt before and I suppose that I must have felt the saddle through my knickers before but the experience that day was something else. My skirt was hanging over the back of the saddle and my bare, bald pussy was on the saddle. As I peddled along the saddle seemed to be getting further and further into my pussy. I was quite hot and flustered by the time I got to the newsagents and the man asked me if I was okay. I said I was, but he insisted that I sit down for a while. He asked me if I wanted something to drink and went and got me a coke. As he came back to me I’m sure he was looking up my skirt. He never asked me for the money for the coke, which was a surprise as he’s got a reputation for being a tight fisted git.

After I finished the coke I said I was okay, picked up my papers and left. Getting on and off my bike doing the round was quite an experience and by the time I got home I was very close to cumming. I went straight to my room and finished the job. I did my paper-round in a short skirt and no knickers for the next few days, right until the weather went cold again. I would certainly recommend girls to cycle with no knickers, it’s great.

I was looking for other places where I could flash my pussy. I wanted somewhere where I would be safe, but could still have some fun. I thought about the swimming pool and decided to go. I hadn’t been for well over a year and didn’t have a costume that fitted me. The last one that I’d used was a bikini that would have been way too small for me by then. I thought about going any buying a new one as I tried to get into the old one. As I untied the sides to make the bottoms big enough I had an idea. In the past I’d always fastened the cords so tight and with double knots, that there was no chance of either half coming off. If I fastened the cords loosely then I might just have some fun. I practised fastening the bottoms looser and higher and lower on my hips. In one position I discovered that I could get the gusset to hang down leaving my pussy partially exposed. I also cut the lining out of the top and bottoms.

When I got to the pool I put the bikini on and looked at myself in the mirror. It took me ages to pluck up the courage to go out of the changing rooms and when I did I jumped straight into the pool. As I did I felt the top come up off my breasts and I quickly pulled it back on. I slowly swam up and down for a couple of lengths before relaxing. I started experimenting with re-tying the cords on the bottoms to move the triangles of material to one side. I found that I could get them fastened so that one lip of my pussy wasn’t covered. It felt good as I swam like that. I even started swimming breaststroke on my back like that and gave a man a right eyeful. It was as I re-adjusting the bottoms to see how far I could let the gusset hang down without losing them as I swam along that I noticed a group of noisy lads get in the pool. I didn’t know any of them but that didn’t stop them trying to chat me up. They’d got a small ball with them and we were throwing it to each other. They invited me to join in. I don’t know if it was on purpose or not, but one of them seemed to deliberately make me have to jump to catch it. I hadn’t really thought about it, but I suppose it was inevitable. One time when I jumped up my top came undone and half-floated off me. At first I didn’t realise, but the ball kept coming back to me. It was only when someone else stopped and stared at me that I looked down and saw my breasts. I quickly re-fastened my top. I asked of one of the lads how long I’d been like that and he said “ages.” When I asked him why he hadn’t told me he said that he was enjoying the view.

We continued for a few more minutes before one of them decided that they were going to the coffee bar. They invited me along and as I pulled myself out I was a bit disappointed that my neither half of my bikini came off. Most of use walked to the coffee bar while one of them went for some money. We sat round a table; all of us well back from the table. I don’t really know why, I guess that it was because the last people who’d used the table left the chairs like that. I noticed that 2 of the lads were looking down towards my pussy so I looked. The thin lycra was clinging to me showing the outline and curves of my pussy lips. Not only that, the material was off centre and one lip was partially visible. When I saw that, I felt that tingle again and the material got a bit wetter.