Chapter 3

The dreams were hot. But I slept like a log until the phone rang the next morning. I awoke with Jo spooning me from behind. She woke up too and as I answered the phone she began to lightly kiss my shoulders and caress my tits. After I hung up I turned around and we kissed. I can still taste Ken’s cum in her mouth! But we don’t have time to play. We have to shower and dress. At least this morning we can save a little time since we don’t need to shave!

We came back into the room to dress after another exciting shower. I reached for one of my dorky dresses. We never did do anything about spicing up my wardrobe yesterday. There hadn’t been much time.

Jo stopped me and handed me one of hers. I’ve never before worn anything like the dress she handed me. It’s a little scary, and very exciting. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. There’s no denying I look hot. The dress is shorter than anything I’ve ever worn. It only reached down to about three inches below my crotch. I felt naked! It’s so short I won’t be able to wear the stockings she gave me!

I put my shoes on and modeled it for Jo. She looked at me, clapped her hands excitedly and squealed in delight.

“The guys are gonna love it!” she exclaimed.

I don’t doubt that! I went into the bathroom to brush my hair before we went to breakfast. In the better light of the bathroom, I raised my arms to brush my hair and suddenly realized my short skirt isn’t my only problem. As the material pulled tight across my breasts I realized I can see my nipples! I can see them quite well in fact.

Then, to make my day even more interesting, Jo came up with a pair of scissors and cut off the top two buttons!

While she picked at a couple of loose threads left when she removed the buttons I nervously asked, “Mrs. Carson may be okay with this, but what about the other chaperones?”

“I guess we’ll soon find out,” Jill replied with a good natured but slightly evil leer.

We hurried downstairs to breakfast. Just like yesterday, everyone else is already in the dining room. We walked in and I heard all conversation stop as we walked over to our table. I looked around and noticed several men I recognized. They all saw me calmly strolling along totally naked in the hallway last night. I saw them nudge their table mates and point at me. Before I even got to my seat my damned traitorous pussy was leaking again!

I looked around and noticed Mrs. Carson smiling and nodding at me. I smiled back. I noticed Mr. Storm, our History teacher. He also seemed to enjoy my entrance. The other three chaperones in the room aren’t teachers. They’re parents. They obviously disapprove of my outfit but nobody said anything, not yet anyway.

I kept my eyes straight ahead and Jo and I joined our friends at the table. There are two additional boys at the table this morning. Chris and Frank have joined us.

After breakfast we dashed upstairs. I brushed my teeth again and picked up my camera and purse. Jo stopped me. She took my wallet and put it in her purse so all I have to carry is my camera. I don’t know why. It isn’t like I’m going to need my hands to fend off the boys. I have no intention of resisting them.

We hurried down to the lobby and boarded the bus. We ended up in the back seat again. Today, however, my two companions are not Larry and Tom. Today I’m seated between Chris and Frank. Larry and Tom are sitting in the seat in front of us so they can watch their two friends molest me.

Just like yesterday, as soon as I was seated between the guys their hands were all over me. Today we’re going to the Smithsonian. I guess there must have been an accident somewhere this morning, because the traffic was outrageous. We spent more than an hour in stop and go traffic. The five of us in the back seat loved every minute of it. The parts of my body the boys are most interested in were more accessible today with Jo’s tiny little dress on, especially my tits due to the buttons missing from the top.

I’m seated second from the left again. Chris is between me and the side of the bus. He pulled his cock out and placed my hand around it. He didn’t even have to tell me what he wants me to do. I eagerly began to play with it as the bus made its way at a snail’s pace through the rush hour traffic.

After I had been teasing his cock for several minutes, Chris leaned closer and quietly said, “I heard you’ve become an accomplished little cocksucker. It looks like we have some time. Show me what you can do.”

Just before Chris pulled my face down over his cock, Mrs. Carson came back to check on us. She smiled warmly at me just as Chris pulled my face down into his lap.

I’m nervous about doing this in such a public place. And I shouldn’t be after last night but for some reason I feel very self-conscious about doing what I’m doing while my English teacher stands over me watching closely.

It didn’t take long, though. Despite my nervousness, I gave it my all. I took his hard cock into my mouth and sucked it as enthusiastically as I could, while still being careful to do it quietly. There’s no reason for everyone on the bus to know what I’m doing.

To make what I’m doing even more exciting, Frank has two of his fingers buried in my pussy. It feels very good but it’s very difficult to ignore what he’s doing and concentrate on sucking off Chris. I constantly had to fight the urge to moan in pleasure. And not just from what Frank is doing either. It seems like every time I suck a cock I enjoy it more. It’s such a damned sexy thing to do.

In only three or four minutes, Chris came in my mouth. I felt my cheeks expand as his hot cum filled my mouth. I almost moaned. Hell, I almost had an orgasm, too!

As soon as I swallowed all his cum I popped back up. Mrs. Carson is still watching me closely and smiling with a look that seemed to be a mixture of sexual excitement and, oddly, pride.

I returned Mrs. Carson’s smile.

I glanced around, hoping nobody else is aware of what I just did. But as I licked a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth I saw Mr. Lathrop grinning at me!

“Shit,” I thought, “busted!

I was shocked when he just turned around and ignored us after that.

Chris and Frank traded seats when no one was looking, and before very long I swallowed my second load of cum of the morning. I have begun to see what Jo was talking about that first night, about the different flavors cum comes in. So far Ken is still the tastiest.

But it isn’t really the flavor that matters. It’s just that sucking a cock and drinking the stuff that comes out of the hole in the tip is such a nasty thing to do. That’s what makes it so exciting! I don’t love the taste of cum. But I love it when the guys fill my mouth with it. It’s almost as exciting to suck a cock as it is to have someone eat my pussy. Almost. It turns out I’m a natural born cocksucker!

Speaking of Ken, I glanced over just in time to see Jo get pulled down onto Ken’s lap. At first I thought she was just sitting on his lap. It quickly became apparent, however, that she’s fucking him!

As she bounced slowly up and down on Ken’s cock, Mrs. Carson leaned over as though she were whispering in Jo’s ear. But from where I’m sitting I can see her tongue come out and lick Jo’s ear very sensuously. I saw Jo’s knuckles on the back of the seat in front of her go white and I knew she was coming as she fucked Ken and his mother licked her ear.

A moment later I heard Ken groan quietly and we were all aware he’s filling her pussy with cum. I watched as Jo turned her head. She has a huge smile on her beautiful face. She and Ken kissed affectionately and then she slowly stood up enough to allow his cock to pull free. She returned to her seat beside him and then she bent down and cleaned Ken’s cock with her mouth. She put his cock away and zipped his pants up. What a nice girl!

But what amused me the most was that she knows that at least eight people just watched her fuck her boyfriend and she isn’t the least bit embarrassed. She casually reached into her purse and took out a couple of tissues and wiped her crotch, just as if she were all alone in the bathroom. I can’t help admiring her self-confidence.

We finally arrived at the museum and we were ordered to stay together. We all have cell phones, a requirement for the trip, and the chaperones have a list of all our numbers. Just in case someone gets separated from the group.

I suddenly remembered Jo made me leave my purse in the room so all I have to carry is my camera. I don’t have my cell phone with me! I wasn’t the only one who noticed I don’t have my purse. When I got off the bus Mr. Lathrop asked me where my cell phone is. I told him that at the last moment I left my purse in the room and forgot to bring it. But I assured him I’d stay with my friends.

He smiled and nodded. Then he got behind us and he and Mr. Storm spent the entire day following me. Well, me and Frank and Chris. They never said a word as Chris and Frank lifted my skirt and played with my ass all day! I didn’t dare turn around to see how many people were looking at my ass. But I suspect that a large portion of the tourist population of D.C. had ample opportunity to enjoy the view!

I really surprised myself. Two days ago I was a naïve young virgin, albeit a horny one. Today I’m a slut! I’m terribly embarrassed that my skirt is constantly being lifted to expose my ass. To add to my exciting torment, the boy’s hands were often casually inserted into my top to grasp my breasts with no attempt at stealth.

I’m painfully aware, though, that every time I get embarrassed I get more excited. I’m so horny that if someone doesn’t fuck me soon I’m going to scream! The way I’m behaving now, the liberties I’m permitting, these things are totally out of character for me, or at least they were until Ken took over and remade me in Jo’s image. But god I’m having fun!

At one point I was staring at an exhibit and the two guys were on either side of me as usual. Each had a hand up under the back of my short skirt and was casually holding a bare ass cheek in their hand. I finally turned to move on to the next exhibit and saw an entire class of kids in the thirteen-to-fourteen-year age range staring at my ass. Their teachers were both standing there with their mouths wide open. It’s a very good thing looks can’t kill! I did notice, though, that most of the kids seemed to be amused.

We ate lunch at the Smithsonian and spent the entire day there. We hardly saw any of it! I mean, we saw a lot. But even moving quickly we only saw most of two of the buildings. When it was finally time to go, everyone was exhausted and more than ready, even though there’s so much more to see.

We found our way back to the bus. Traffic was more normal on the way back to the hotel. We made pretty good time and we managed to make it back in time for supper this time. The kids were all exhausted and the ride back had been made in silence. Even Frank and Chris were worn out. They kept their hands up under my skirt all the way back to the hotel but they just slumped down in their seats and held onto my upper thighs and teased my pussy listlessly. There were no blowjobs and there was no fucking on the bus ride back to the hotel.

We went directly from the bus to the dining room. The food was as good as the service, which sucked big time. But nobody got sick and nobody left the room hungry. And I didn’t have to tip the pizza guy, not that I minded doing it.

After dinner we all went to our own rooms. Jo and I took a shower, together of course. We certainly are saving a lot of water. We were out of the shower and drying off when there was a knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around myself and answered it.

It was a bellboy. I peeked around the door to see who it was and he said, “Good evening, Miss. Are you Jen?”

“Yes, can I help you?”

He handed me a note and said, “I was told to give this to you.”

I opened the note curiously. It said, “Invite the bellhop in and give him a blowjob.” It was signed by Ken.

I looked at him, grinned and asked, “Do you know what this note says?”

He looks nervous. I guess he isn’t sure that it isn’t some kind of trick. But he must have figured it was worth the gamble. He smiled tentatively and replied, “Yes, Miss.”

I stepped out from behind the door and glanced out in the hallway to see if anyone was watching. Then I stepped back, opened the door and said, “Please come in.”

I heard a noise and looked around. Jo is standing in the bathroom doorway trying not to laugh.

“Did you know about this?” I asked her.

She grinned and nodded.

By the time I turned back to the bellhop his pants were already open. I invited him to sit down but he wanted to stand. I shrugged and dropped my towel. His eyes got as big as saucers while I paused to give him a moment to examine my naked body. Then I dropped to my knees at his feet. I reached up and finished pulling his cock free of his clothing. I took his hard cock in my hand and started kissing and nuzzling it. Then I took it in my mouth and started sucking.

I thought I was doing a pretty good job. But the guy said, “The guy who gave me the note said you can deepthroat.”

I heard Jo laughing quietly behind me. Bitch!

Oh well, there’s nothing special about the guy’s cock. I suppose I can do it without too much trouble. With Jo’s help I did it for Ken last night and Ken’s cock is much larger. I wasn’t able to do it at first. But after several abortive attempts my lips finally slid down to the base of his cock and the fat knob at the tip was in my throat.

The bellhop started going nuts. He grabbed my head and held on and began yelling his fucking head off. It sounded like he was being raped. Jo came running over, put her hand over his mouth and asked him to please be quiet. But by then I had a mouthful of cum and it was over. I swallowed, licked his cock clean and helped him put his pants back on.

He finally thanked me graciously and left. As soon as the door closed Jo cracked up.

“Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed. “Three days ago I had never seen a cock. Now I’ve sucked, shit let me think. I have to count them! Seven! In less than three days I have sucked seven cocks. Two of them I don’t even know the guys’ names! What was that all about?!”

Jo finally stopped laughing and came over to me. She reached out and put two fingers in my pussy and held them up to my face. They’re sopping wet. She licked one of her fingers clean, then she stuck the other one in my mouth and I cleaned it for her.

“We have to go somewhere in a little while. So, you have to get dressed again. You had to suck that guy’s cock because that’s what it cost Ken to get the address of the place we’re going. Now, put that dress you wore today back on.”

I guess I’m getting used to doing what I’m told. I slipped the dress back on and put my shoes on. Jo got dressed again, too. At nine o’clock, Ken came to our door and we left with him. I tried to find out where we’re going but they would only say, “You’ll see.”

We broke several major rules when we left the hotel. But from what I’ve seen of our chaperones since we arrived, I don’t anticipate any problems on that front. We haven’t had a room check yet. Ken hailed a taxi without too much trouble. He gave the driver an address and as the cab pulled away from the curb, Ken and Jo lifted my skirt up over my belly and began teasing my pussy. I got kind of worried for a minute or two. I can see the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He spent much more time staring at my pussy than he did at the road. But I didn’t complain. It’s having the desired effect on me. I’m getting horny as hell.

It took us half an hour to get to our destination. The driver stopped in the street and turned to Ken for his payment. While Ken dug his wallet out the driver stared openly at my still exposed pussy. I was surprised when the driver wasn’t offered something besides money in payment for his services.

Ken paid the driver. But before we got out, Jo took a dog collar out of her purse and put it on my neck. Then she attached a leash. It was terribly humiliating. And I almost had an orgasm when she got out and pulled me out after her. The driver was watching this in amazement. Trust me, he’s no more astounded than I am.

Jo pointed out the shop which is our destination while we were waiting for Ken to get out of the cab. It’s a tattoo parlor! I looked at her in disbelief. No fucking way am I getting a tattoo! Not that I wouldn’t like one. But the minute either of my parents saw it I would be grounded for the rest of my fucking life!

Ken had seen the look on the driver’s face and I heard him say to the driver, “We’re going to have our pet’s nipples pierced. If you’d like to come in and watch you’re welcome to join us. Then you can drive us back to the hotel.”

The driver parked the car before Ken could even get out!

My legs turned to Jell-O as soon as I heard what Ken said. I turned to Jo and whispered urgently, “I can’t, Jo! My parents will kill me!”

She calmly responded, “Jen, how long has it been since either of your parents has seen your nipples?”

I had to think about that for a minute. I think the last time was when my mother bought me my first training bra, about four or five years ago. I sighed in resignation and we waited for Ken and the driver to walk back from their parking space.

I looked around and was surprised that the area we’re in isn’t really a seedy part of town. Not like where they put tattoo parlors back home. This area is more bohemian. There are bookstores and coffee shops and markets. The people I see on the street look a little bit hippy-ish. It looks like a nice place to live. I suppose that’s why I’m drawing so much attention with my collar and leash.

We finally followed Ken into the shop. The guy at the counter looked up and smiled. He welcomed us to his shop and Ken said, “Hi. I’m Ken. I called you earlier, about the piercing.”

He smiled and looked at me and said, “I suppose this is the minor you want to have pierced without her parent’s permission?”

Ken nodded and said, “Yes, sir. She’s my new slave girl. I have all my slaves pierced.”

The guy gave Ken a funny look and then he turned to me and asked, “What about you, sweetheart? Do you want your nipples pierced?”

I took a deep breath and said, “Yes, sir. I want to please my Master.”

“What would you like in them?” he asked.

I haven’t been planning on a piercing so I don’t know what I want. I finally said, “Whatever my Master wants.”

The guy came out from behind the counter. He closed the door to the shop and locked it. He put up a ‘closed’ sign and all five of us went through into the back. There’s one large room in the back with four tattoo stations. Two of them have comfortable looking chairs for the customer and two of them are padded tables.