Christy looked intently at herself in the mirror.
Seventeen years old, she thought. And she showed it. Her
eyes started at her breasts particularly. They had grown so
quickly, and now dominated her thin frame. She looked at
herself, standing there in her simple bra and simple
panties, and wondered if she was attractive.

     She pulled the nice-girl dress over her. She wished she
could have picked out her own clothes, but mother wouldn't
have any of that. She picked out everything, even though
Christy had enough money from her job at school to buy at
least a few things for herself. Her mother insisted on being
conservative, and chose the dullest, most unattractive
outfits Christy could imagine, right down to the grandma-
like bra and grandma-like panties. Her mother was a prude,
and tried to hide Christy from the men of the world. So far,
she had succeeded.

     Christy spent the day at school looking at the other
girls outfits. She hated the fact that she went to an all-
girls school. How could she meet a boy here? The others
girls weren't dressed much differently. Religious mothers
send their daughters to religious schools for a purpose. A
few girls broke the trends, and Christy was eager to hear of
their rebellion. Sometimes they would show her the lacy bras
and panties they wore underneath their drab skirts and
sweaters. Christy always had to stifle her jealousy, knowing
full well her mother would kill her for wearing something so
sinful.

     She arrived home from school as uninterested in life as
she could be. She couldn't change anything, and felt fearful
she would turn out like her mom. Her father was much more
supportive, but never stood up to the bitch.

     She had a package waiting for her. Since no one else
had gotten home yet, it remained unopened at the front door.
She looked at the address, and realized it was sent from her
aunt. Her aunt was the exact opposite of her mother, totally
unreligious and experimental. Christy hadn't seen her since
she was twelve, as she was deemed a bad influence. So
hastily opened the box, hoping something exciting would be
inside.

     The top of the box produced a few boring items like a
vase and a bracelet. She dug deeper, and smile at what she
found next. A dress! she held it up, instantly loving it
more than any other dress she had ever worn. It wasn't
extraordinary, it was a simple red dress. But it had straps
and was cut above the knee! She then pulled out a make-up
kit. Mother didn't let her wear make-up, but the girls often
made themselves up in the bathrooms at school.

     She continued to into the box, and froze at what sat in
the bottom: a Ouija board. Christy knew what it was, though
she had never seen one in person. She instantly felt evil
just for touching the box, but reminded herself that was her
mother's attitude, and she had to be different.

     She wasn't sure how to use it, and found the board
unresponsive in her first attempts. So she decided to try on
the dress while she was still alone in the house. She
admired herself in the mirror. She was a little embarrassed
by the amount of her cleavage that was visible, and the
apparent shape of her breasts all together. She felt a
little wicked as she turned to view her profile and
backside. The dress caved in a bit between her slim legs,
and she wondered how easily a boy could look up it if she
wasn't careful bending over. But was she attractive? Was she
sexy? She had never had a date, but her mother wouldn't let
her! She never had a real chance to prove her womanhood
except for the kiss she stole from her friend's brother when
she was thirteen.

     Maybe the Ouija could help. She heard of people asking
it questions about themselves. Maybe she could make it work.
She sat on her bed, and rested the board on her lap. It felt
cold against the bare portion of her legs, and she rubbed it
against herself to try to warm it up. She placed her hands
on the pointer. It moved.

     HELLO.

     "Hello." she said back. She felt a little scared, but
wasn't sure if this was her own mind tricking her or an
actual spirit. "My name is Christy, what's yours?"

     C-L-I-V-E. The pointer moved to each letter as Christy
recited them.

     She managed to come up with a few simple questions. She
was embarrassed to ask it about herself, but that was the
reason she was using it.

     "Am I attractive?" she asked.

     Y-O-U-R-B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L the board spelled out in
time.

     Christy laughed, wondering if it was her own self-
conscious trying to bolster her self-esteem.

     "Really? You're not just saying that, are you?"

     NO.

     She felt a rush flow through her at the compliment. She
decided to explain to the board about her mother, and about
her lack of control in selecting her wardrobe.

     U-G-L-Y. The board spelled.

     "What? I'm ugly now?"

     NO. C-L-O-T-H-E-S.

     "Oh, you mean my school clothes?"

     YES.

     "This dress is good, right?"

     YES.

     "But mom will never let me wear it. She'll think it's
too sexy or provocative or something. How can I be a woman
with her around?"

     D-R-E-S-S-D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-T.

     "Dress different? How shall I dress different without
making her mad? What can I wear that I can feel attractive
in that she won't mind?"

     The pointer slid to the first letter, `B'. Christy
recited the letter and the letters that followed. "R-A-A-N-D-
P-A-N-T-I-E-S.

     "In my bra and panties?" her mind was really getting
weird.

     YES.

     Of course, the other girls did that, but she never had
the courage. Maybe she should change that attitude.

     She heard a car pull up outside. She quickly stashed
the Ouija under her bead and changed back into her school
clothes as she heard rustlings in the kitchen. She thought
about what the Ouija said, and wondered if she could get a
ride to the mall the next day...


     Christy stood outside the window, looking in at the
forbidden garments on the other side. Her heart beat in her
chest as she pictured herself in something from within. Her
friend Joan had driven her to the mall and had disappeared
into the bathroom a few minutes before. She was going to
tell Joan of her plans, but now felt more comfortable making
a  purchase in secret. But what to buy?

     She knew she had a few minutes before Joan returned,
but that was all. She walked into the store, hoping nobody
would speak to her. She averted her eyes from the teddies
and negligees that hung on the racks and walls. They were
DEFINITELY out of her league. She found the panties, and
quickly scanned the selection. She trembled at the sight of
the small, shimmering, pieces of fabric. She wanted
something that was still nice, and not too naughty. Eyes
discovered a pair of pink ones. They had a little lace, and
looked like they would cover a little more area than most of
the others. But they were supremely more sexy than anything
she had ever worn. She took them and a matching bra to the
register. The lady rang them up, and she stuffed the bag
into her larger department store bag and headed towards the
bathrooms. Joan appeared a few moments later, and took
Christy home. She had succeeded!

     She couldn't concentrate the next day at school. The
new panties rubbed against her, creating a constant tickling
sensation between her legs. She felt everyone could see the
pink lace underneath her blouse and shirt, and that a good
breeze would reveal her pretty area for all to see in full
glory. But she liked the feeling. She found herself
squeezing and unsqueezing her legs together as she sat in
class. She slid forward in her chair, pulling the pink
against her more tightly. She reveled in the tickles, and
paid no heed to the days lectures.

     After school and dinner, she pulled out the Ouija. She
wanted to thank Clive for the suggestion. She kept her voice
quiet, making sure she couldn't be heard by her mother or
father.

     L-E-T-M-E-S-E-E.

     "Why you little pervert!" the instruction caught her
off guard, so she laughed it off.

     L-E-T-M-E-S-E-E. The board responded again.

     "Hmmm." she thought. She would have to undress
sometime, yet she couldn't help feel a little odd undressing
for an invisible man. That's assuming it was a spirit, and
not her repressed mind getting REALLY weird. She shifted on
the bed, and felt the tickle underneath the board.

     Christy felt excited. She couldn't explain why. She was
in her room alone. No handsome men had smiled at her that
day. No pictures of bare-chested hunks hung from her walls.
She was alone with the Ouija, yet felt the beginnings of
sexual arousal.

     She moved her hand to her top button, and undid the row
as easily as she normally would while undressing. The
shadows and darkness removed themselves from her bulging
cleavage. Her pink, shiny bra glinted from the overhead
light, and she felt a smug breath of assurance as her
breasts heaved with breath. Just as quickly she slid her
skirt from her body, her matching panties covering a small
area of her crotch. Her creamy legs formed a striking
combination with the fabric, and she prepared to sit down
and return to the board.

     The pointer was standing on end.

     Now she knew she hadn't done that. The board was
slanted across her bed, and the pointer was noticeably
unbalanced as it rose into the air. Christy grabbed it, and
quickly returned the board to her lap.

     "Are you hard for me?" she felt silly asking the
question.

     YES.

     She paused a moment, and without realizing it, she
brought the pointer to rest against her crotch. The pointer
sprung to life. "M-M-M-M" it spelled over and over.

     "I'm flattered you find me attractive." she said.

     S-E-X-Y. S-E-X-Y. It spelled again.

     Christy enjoyed the warm rush that spread over her. For
the first time in her life, she actually did feel sexy. The
constant wondering if boys wanted to have sex with her
finally spun towards a conclusion. Oh, who was she kidding?
It had to be her own mind moving that pointer. It had to be
her own pent-up lusts finding an outlet. The years of girls-
only schools had unconsciously turned her into a sexually
repressed young woman. She glanced at her school outfit on
the floor. The plaid skirt... the stifling cotton sweater
and plain blouse... Then she looked at her body in the lacy
undergarments she had purchased the pervious afternoon.

     She set the Ouija board next to her and walked to the
mirror. She looked at the length of her seventeen year-old
frame. "Boys must find me sexy." she thought. She liked her
face, her blue eyes, and the cascading blonde hair that fell
about it. Her breasts triumphantly sprouted from her thin
frame. She had big breasts, and she wasn't even sure they
had finished growing! Her stomach was tight and her hips
swayed with beautiful curves.

     "I must be sexy." she thought. She cupped her breasts
in her hands. "What a shame no boy has ever touched these."
She looked down towards her young cunt. A fleeting notion
came into mind. No, her  thoughts answered. Touch it -- the
thought came again. No....

     Touch it....

     Christy had never touched herself. She had never
stimulated pleasure with her own probing hands.

     No... she didn't want to do it. Mother wouldn't
approve.

     Touch it... Rub it...

     Well, she had bought the new underwear. Maybe she
shouldn't worry so much about her mother. She brought her
hand across her stomach, resting it over her navel. She
stiffened her fingers, and slid the hand down. Down past her
navel. Down to the upper ridge of her panties. Down and
under the pink fabric. Down into the beginnings of her young
hair.

     The door knocked. Christy froze, hand in panties.

     "Christy? Are you still up?"

     Mother! She quickly pulled out her hand . What if she
opened the door? What if she caught her? She couldn't be
seen in her new bra and panties or she would be in huge
trouble. She ran for the bed, quickly picking up her
discarded clothes and dashing under the sheets.

     "Christy?" the door began to open. Christy managed to
throw her blanket over the Ouija. Oh God! She was mostly
naked in her exciting lingerie with her crumpled clothes and
an instrument of evil! Mother would think she was possessed!

     "Christy?" the door was fully open.

     She blinked her eyes, as if she had dozed off. "Yes,
mom?"

     "Sorry dear, I just wanted to remind you we're going to
church early tomorrow."

     "Ok, mom."

     Her mother seemed about ready to close the door. "Why
do you have the light on? Have you brushed your teeth? Why
don't you get up and get ready for bed properly?"

     Oh no! Christy realized with dread her mother was going
to stand right there until she stood up, sexy panties and
all.

     "I already brushed them, mom. Can you get the light for
me?"

     "Ok, honey. Good night!" The light winked out and the
door closed.

     Whew! That was a close one! Christy sprung out of bed
and changed back into her old, plain, white cotton briefs.
She took her boring, simple nightgown that left EVERYTHING
to the imagination and crawled back into bed. She didn't
want to risk being caught again.

     The next morning Christy woke up and agonized over
whether she should go back to her good girl undergarments.
She loved the tingly sensations that seemed to lift her from
her feet, but the fear of being caught in them almost won
out. But it didn't. She chose the erotic new set, clasping
the bra with convinced determination and sliding on her
panties in a sensual, deliberate slowness. What were the
chances of her being caught as long as she had clothes on?
She headed off to school, tingling from her lips to her
toes. The exotic feeling rubbed and concentrated between her
legs. She really wished she went to a mixed school. If she
could just let her skirt ride up, revealing those creamy
thighs. But no one would notice in the all-girls school.

      After church that night, she waited for her parents to
go to bed, then she stripped down to her bra and panties,
rested the Ouija across her mostly bare lap, and continued
her discussions with Clive.

     The pointer responded instantly to her touch.

     W-O-W. The pointer spelled.

     "Am I sexy?" Christy asked.

     YES.

     She smiled. She had almost feared this spirit, or her
mind, or whatever would have changed it's mind about her.
She was glad it didn't.

     The conversation began with standard questions about
Clive's life, Christy's future, and the reasons her mother
was a repressed bitch. Clive continually referred to her as
S-X-Y, the abbreviation they agreed on for sexy.

     "Well, I guess I have to go to bed." she eventually
whispered.

     The pointer moved. B-U-Y-M-O-R-E.

     "Buy more? More what?" She realized her nearly naked
state. She had forgotten during their talk! "More panties?"
she asked.

     M-O-R-E-S-E-X-Y.

     The full spelling made her realize it wasn't her name.
"More sexy. More sexy lingerie?"

     Y-E-S.

     "I can't!" Her face flushed red. "I'm embarrassed!"

     B-U-Y-M-O-R-E.

     "I'll look. But I won't promise anything."

     She slid the board under her bed and pulled the covers
over her. She didn't bother changing back into her school-
girl underwear. She felt her mother was safely asleep. But
more importantly, she felt wonderful in her pink lace. Her
mind raced with the idea of more lingerie and the feelings
it would create inside of her. She pictured herself in
slips, and short nighties, and even a teddy. Another trip
couldn't hurt, she decided.




     Another trip, another friend. She pulled the same trick
and soon found herself staring at the erotic fashions in
front of her. She found it easy to look at everything. The
blatant sexual purpose of many of the items didn't deter her
examining eyes. But she still didn't feel ready from such an
item. Besides, what would the saleslady think of a seventeen
year-old buying some of these things? Then she saw the
perfect solution. A pair of black, silk panties shimmered
with intoxication in the light. They would barely cover her
cunt, and the thin connecting straps would leave her hips
exposed.  A little flower shape was cut out of them, and
lined with green. They are pretty, yet she knew they would
drive a man wild. Clive would have to approve.

     She got home, and, despite the fact her mother and
father were already home and bustling, decided to try on her
latest purchase.

     Christy reached into the bag for the black silk
panties. The smoothness across her fingers seemed shot
through her arm. Her heightened senses truly appreciated the
fabric now more than  ever. She hurriedly slid down her
skirt and pink panties. She stepped into the new pair, and
felt a luxurious tingle spread up her leg.

     "Ooo" she whispered quietly. She slid the panties up
her perfect, creamy, slender legs. "Oooh...." she moaned as
the silk made contact against her cunt. She tingled
throughout her body, and she pulled the panties tighter
against her opening, then tighter yet. The silk buried
itself into her folds, and her hips began bouncing slightly
as she moved the bunched-up silk up and down her cunt. She
held her breath as the forks of pleasure pulsed through her
flesh.

     She relaxed, and reached for the matching bra. She
anticipated the soft touch against her nipples, and wrapped
the silken garment around her. She hooked the clasps
together, then watched herself in the mirror as she massaged
her breasts through the reflecting black. Her nipples bulged
through the constraint, hardened by the soft touch. She
smiled as she realized the bra had little supportive
purpose. It's purpose was to please.

     "Christy!"

     Her eyes focused in the image in the mirror. Her mother
stood in the open door. Christy turned to her in frightened
reflex, her hands still cupping her breasts.

     "What are you doing!" her mother strode towards her
with flushed anger and shock. She grabbed Christy's hand,
wresting it from her breast.

     "What on God's Earth are you wearing?" Christy watched
as her mother's eyes darted down her buxom frame. She
watched her mother become absolutely livid as she took in
the silk and small amount of her daughter's flesh it
covered. She eyed the green-lined flowered opening and
answered the sight with a slap across Christy's cheek.

     Christy was stunned as her mother pulled her to the
bed. She quickly found herself over her mother's knee. She
hadn't been in that position for years, but once again her
mother's stern hand slapped against her buttocks. Only now a
glinting pair of black panties received the brunt of the
spanking.

     "Why you little ungrateful whore!" her hand came down
with a SLAP! Christy's mostly exposed cheeks and thighs
jiggled from the impact.  "You filthy little girl!" Another
SLAP! "You dirty, naughty slut!"

     Christy's whole body jiggled with the spanking, her
breasts rocking forward and backward with the momentum.
Christy felt a wave of anger spread over her.  "There just
panties!" she cried.

     SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Christy took the blows as fast as her
mother provided them. They stung, but didn't really hurt. In
fact, strangely enough, her nipples continued to remain hard
and the slaps sent tingling shockwaves through her body.

     But the humiliation grew. She was seventeen years old.
She wasn't a little girl anymore. Her swaying full breasts
alone attested to that. But here she was, bent over her
mother's knee being spanked for wearing silk underwear.

     "Get up!"

     The spanking had stopped. Christy's ass tingled with
red. She rose to her feet.

     "Take those filthy things off right now!"

     Christy froze.

     "Right now, young lady!"

     Christy stared into her mother's eyes as she slid the
right strap over her shoulder. She continued the movement by
sliding the left one over as well. The silky bra clung to
her breasts, but had dropped several inches. She found the
clasp without looking, and undid the hooks. Her breasts
bared themselves as the silk fell to the floor. She
deliberately shifted her body with the motion, bobbing her
breasts and inducing a rippling jiggle only present in ample
sized women. She ran her hands over her erect nipples, then
moved them to her panties. She slid them off with a rush and
two quick steps, causing her breasts to bounce and flop in
the most sinful of fashions.

     The mother gazed upon her nude daughter. The look in
her eyes clearly displayed the fact she was unaware of how
much her little girl's body had developed.

     Christy turned her head as her father walked into the
room.

     "What's going on in--" his eyes widened at his
daughter's displayed beauty, and locked on Christy's
breasts. The action was instinctual, and his conscious
quickly regained control and averted his eyes. Christy knew
the look wasn't simply one of shock at seeing his daughter
out of her clothes, it was very much one of admiration and
lust. He wanted her breasts. That look, along with her
mother's realization, convinced Christy of what her body had
been telling her. She was a woman.

     Soon her father had her wrapped in a towel, and he
listened to his wife's disgust over those two simple pieces
of silk. As usual, her father didn't say a word. He was
always supportive and understanding. Still in a huff, her
mother exited the room. Chrisy watched as her father picked
up her bra and panties, unsure of what he was going to do.
He turned to her, and outstretched his hand.

     "They're very sexy." he said, and left the room.

     Christy fell onto the bed. She let the towel fall off
her, returning her to a completely nude state. She was
flushed with spite and determination and promptly redressed
herself in the silk bra and panties. She pulled the covers
over her head. She wasn't sure what to think or what to do.
She was mad, humiliated, and aroused. She thought of the way
her father looked at her. A barely conscious part of her
wanted to give herself to him, to make up for the tortuous
years he had spent with her mother. He must be dying for
good sex, and her young body could be just hat he needed.
But that idea was going too far, even for her. It was a
ridiculous notion and she wouldn't think anymore of it. She
and her father were close, and getting closer, in their
combined dealings with mother. She wondered why she he
hadn't divorced her, but realized it was probably so he
could be with his daughter as she grew up. And my, how she
had grown!

     She couldn't sleep yet. She decided to play some more
with the Ouija, to see if Clive had any advice for her. She
hadn't yet turned off the light, so she reached under the
bed and slid the board out.

     The pointer was on end. It stood straight up, just as
it had when she first removed her blouse and skirt the night
before. She placed the board across her bare lap and rested
her hands on the pointer. It immediately shot off the board
and the pointed end slid right into her cunt. She dismissed
the motion as coincidence and placed the pointer back on the
board. Again, it slid and fell directly between her legs.
She pulled the board closer to her stomach, eliminating the
available gap. She rested her hands on the pointer, which
darted to it's first spelling.

     H-O-T.

     "Hot?" she asked.

     S-O-H-O-T.

     "My new lingerie?" she smiled for the first time since
her mothers interruption.

     YES. A-N-D

     "And what?"

     S-P-A-N-K-I-N-G.

     "You saw that?"

     YES. S-O-H-O-T.

     "Do you like my silk bra and panties?"

     YES. F-A-T-H-E-R.

     "My father?"

     F-A-T-H-E-R-W-A-S-H-A-R-D.

     Christy blushed. The spirit had seen the event!
"Clive?" she asked. "Do boys want to have sex with me?"

     YES.YES.YES. The pointer circled on the word.

     "How many boys?" she asked.

     The pointer moved. E-V-E-R-Y-1.

     She was sexy! She knew it! The pointer hadn't stopped.

     I-W-A-N-T

     "You want..."

     T-O

     "To..."

     F-U-C-K-Y-O-U.

     Christy took her hands from the board She didn't know
how to react. Could the spirit have some kind of intercourse
with her? She was afraid at the thought.

     "That can't happen." she said unconfidently.

     W-H-Y.

     "You're dead. How could you touch me?"

     O-P-E-N-Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F.

     She didn't know what that meant. "Please explain."

     L-E-T-M-E-I-N.

     Now she was afraid. This thing was  trying to possess
her! Yet, she seemed to trust the board, or at least was
drawn to it. Clive was the ultimate adventure, the ultimate
exploration. She leaned her head back against the wall,
confused and frightened. She started to form an image of
Clive in her mind. She saw an attractive man, but not
gorgeous. He was smiling, and looking at her with the look
her father wore, but his didn't avert. The image became
clearer, and as it did, she seemed to be able to see herself
in front of him. She could see the back of her head, and her
shoulders. The image rotated, and she saw herself from the
front, dressed in a white, opaque robe that hinted strongly
at her shape without actually revealing flesh.

     Clive was in front of her. His hands moving towards the
tie, but seemingly unable to touch it. Christy watched the
scene, feeling a heat growing inside of her. It spread from
between her legs and covered her body, turning into a
strong, cool breeze. The sensations came at once. She felt
her nipples harden, though she couldn't feel if they were on
her own breasts or the breasts of the girl in the image. She
felt her lungs breath in deeply and hold the breath with a
gasp. She felt her cunt moistening.

     Open ...

     The command was unspoken from him, and just as unspoken
from her own mouth to the ears of herself in the image. She
watched herself carefully move her hands to the tie, and
slowly start to undo it. Once it was untied, her image
tenderly opened the robe, baring her breasts and stretching
them apart as her arms opened to full width. Clive stepped
forward, and his body melded into hers. The image
disappeared, and she was looking out her own, real eyes.

     But she couldn't move. The commands to shift her body
went unheeded by her muscles. Then her arm moved, though she
didn't will it.

     She watched as her hand groped her right breast and
squeezed. The sensations washed new thoughts over her. Clive
was inside her, controlling her body. She felt his blended
thoughts delight in the touch of her rounded flesh. She felt
a heat surge through him, and herself, as his hand squeezed
and probed her shifting breast. She had never touched
herself this way, and was now powerless to stop it. Clive
was in her.

     His excitement permeated her own thoughts as he once
again experienced the pleasure of female flesh. It was his
body now, and he slid the soft feminine hands under the
silky bra, groping and teasing her breasts and nipples in a
way Christy had never considered. Ironic, she thought. that
she had never touched herself sexually under her own power.
Now her own hands caressed her fullness, and erupted quivers
of passion inside her. She had no control over his actions,
but felt every nudge, every squeeze, and every majestic
glide her body created for itself. Her fingers, guided by
his lust, relished the smooth silk of her bra and the smooth
silkiness of her breasts. They unclasped the bra, and worked
her breasts with fevered squeezes and caresses. Her hips
gyrated on the bed with unconscious yearning. Her body was
awakening. It was ready for sex.

     And she realized more and more of Clive's mind and his
lust for her. She understood the aching desire to fuck her
from his own thoughts and knew that she was not only sexy,
but the greatest turn-on he had ever known. She realized his
instinctual, carnal need to thrust his penis into her and
hump her trembling body until orgasm. Fucking her was an
absorbing need -- an encompassing, mind-dulling need that
moved her hands past her slender waist and into her panties.

     Her fingers pushed into her innocent vagina. Clive
locked her eyes on the sight, and she reacted with a mental
gasp at how deeply her fingers disappeared through the folds
and into her opening. They glistened with her flowing juice,
and her body flooded with excitement and desire.

     "Uhhhh!" her sweet voice responded to the contact. This
wasn't her or Clive, it was her instincts, her needs
uttering the sound. Clive rubbed her clit against her
pulsing hips. She realized her smell. Her feminine scent
grew into the air, enticing her into deeper ecstacy.

     "UUUHHH!" the tone became for aroused, more primal.
Christy felt overcome with lust and want. She wanted a penis
to push into her, sliding smoothly into her well-lubricated
pussy. She knew it would hurt, but she wanted the pain. Her
nipples burned with fire. She fell onto the bed, her eyes
glazing at the ceiling. The rest of her body froze as her
hips bounced of the mattress in pushing, wanting thrusts.
Each movement buried her fingers inside her, then released
them from her cunt.

     "Oohhh! Oooohh!" her voice gained volume, again not her
own or Clive's doing. Her hips moved more quickly, trying to
satisfy her burgeoning lust to fuck. But it wasn't enough.
Clive raised her body to a sitting up position. Her hands
clutched a pillow to her bosom as her eyes darted for some
instrument of satisfaction. The cotton case rubbed against
her enflamed nipples. The sensation created a new sexual
wave through her, and she pulled the pillow tighter, rubbing
it against her heaving chest. She tried the sheets next.
Clive guided her hands across her exposed flesh with the
blankets. Her body was alive with sensuality. Every object
that touched her sparked a different erotic sensation.

     The soft fur of a nearby teddy bear was next. She
rubbed the smiling play-thing down her cleavage and against
her swelling pussy.

     "Oooh!" she felt like she was going to burst, and Clive
with her! Then she spotted it. The bedposts. They sprung
into the air, lean, hard, and long. She scampered to the end
of the bed and sat up on her knees. She maneuvered  her
crying cunt over the knob, and lowered herself onto the
wood.

     "Ohh! Ohh! God!"

     The shaft of wood slid into her, filling her passage
and pouring lust out of her body. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhh!' she
humped the post, wetting it with her juice and heightening
her sensations. She felt wonderful twitchings and pressures
emanate from between her legs. She managed to free one hand
and squeeze her tit hard.

     "Uhhh! Uhhh!" the rhythm of her voice was smooth and
lyrical. It grew in pitch and volume, well past the confines
of her bed room walls. Her head swirled in delight.

     "Let yourself go...." the voice was in her head, from
Clive. She wanted him. She wanted him in her, controlling
her and letting her feast on orgasmic discovery. Her
conscious will released any strength it had left. She let
herself go into the blinding orgasm. She felt like she was
floating.

     The sensation seemed to shift from her body pounding to
her body being pounded. The wood seemed to take on a flesh
feeling, though she had never had a penis inside her. She
was alone in her room, but she felt the essence of a hard,
throbbing cock pounding her cunt. She lost all sense of
direction and time as the excitement altered her conscious
like a drug. She screamed in pure, uninhibited pleasure.
Then she heard another scream, this one not from her mouth.

     Her eyes opened, but her head remained dreamy. She saw
her mother, a look of absolute terror spread across her
face. She caught sight of her body and the empty air below.

     She was hovering!

     She was in  mid-air, her hips moving with the thrusts
of an invisible penis. Her breasts kneaded and indented from
the touch of invisible hands.

     "It's the devil!"

     Christy wanted to laugh at her mother. If only she knew
the pleasure! She let her head fall back, uncaring about her
mother's intrusion, and let Clive's spirit penetrate her.
She had regained control of her movements, and pushed her
hips into the invisible force, driving the unseen, virginity-
stealing cock into herself.

     "Oh my God!" a new voice entered the room. It was her
father.

     Christy opened her eyes and looked at her dad. She felt
sorrow at the sight, knowing the only orgasm he had
experienced for years came from the stroking of his own
hand. Again, his look back couldn't hide his lust and desire
for her. His eyes locked on her humping hips and her open
legs. She felt a change. The aura of Clive seemed to vanish
almost completely, but not quite. Christy continued to float
in the air as her eyes scanned the room for an explanation.

     Her eyes rested again on her father. He had not averted
his look. His intense face spoke volumes of his wishes.

     "Oh God, I can't help myself!"

     Christy's mother tried to stop her husband as he pulled
off his boxer shorts and exposed his long, erect penis. She
pushed her to the bed, where she watched in absolute horror.

     In two steps he was to her, in her, and pounding her.

     "Oooooooooooh!" Christy cried out as she felt a real
cock fill her. Her father grabbed her tiny waist, and drove
into her with the pent-up lust of years. Years of
frustration from a prudish wife. Years of frustration at
watching his beautiful daughter blossom from simple buds on
her chest to a full, curvaceous woman with creamy thighs and
bouncing, jiggling breasts.

     She sensed Clive in him, and there combined lust
overwhelmed her. She came as daddy's cock pressed into her.
She screamed and moaned as her breasts flailed up and down
from the thrusting. She orgasmed as her father's body shot a
hot spurt of sperm into her. She brought her father's hands
to her breasts as he fell onto her. She wanted him to touch
them. She wanted to give something to the one parent she
loved that normally wouldn't have been possible.

     Their two bodies slowly floated to the floor as the
breast-massage relaxed Christy. She looked into her father's
eyes, but didn't recognize the look as being his.

     "Clive?" she exhaled.

     "Yes." her father's mouth answered. He kissed her, and
she me his lips with equal passion. She just had sex. The
moment was wonderful and confusing, exciting and somewhat
saddening. Clive had loved her with her father's body. But
she knew her daddy experienced everything, just as she had.
His body came to rest on hers, and she lay still as her own
breasts raised him gently up and down with breath.

     His head rose again, and now looked at her with her
father's expression. They didn't speak a word, and didn't
need to. They both understood the ecstacy and opportunity
they had experienced. They both knew it wouldn't have
happened without Clive, and wouldn't happen again without
Clive. It was an excuse that freed their guilt, yet abided
this one permutation of their lusts. She noticed her mother,
passed out from shock, and rose with her father. He carried
his wife back to the bedroom, and Christy headed for the
bathroom to wipe the dripping sperm from her legs. She
carried her silk bra and panties with her. No need to hide
them now...



     Christy awoke the next morning half-filled with
excitement and half-filled with fear. The previous night had
taken her into pleasures she had barely conceived, but she
didn't know what consequences she would have to face. She
covered herself in her normal, plain bathrobe and headed for
the shower.

     "Good morning, dear." It was mother! And she was
smiling!

     Several anguished minutes passed before Christy
realized her mother no longer remembered the night before.
Either Clive erased her memory somehow, or she had chosen to
block it from her own memory. In either case, it was
definitely best. She didn't need to know of Christy's
blooming sexuality, or her intent to explore that sexuality
with full force and passion.

     Christy pondered that thought. She wanted to have sex,
and she wanted sex with many different men. The events of
the pass few days told her she possessed the body to attain
her goals. She realized she was rubbing her breasts as the
hot spray of the shower came down on her. But this wasn't
Clive. She was doing it herself. She touched herself without
hesitation, picturing herself with every young man she could
think of in a heated, sexual embrace.

     She stepped out of the shower, her glistening body
dripping and alive with sensation. Then she remembered!
Today was a field trip! There would be boys from other
schools!

     A hundred naughty thoughts entered her mind she plotted
ways to entice. She dried her body, responding to the
towel's touch as if it were a male hand. She eagerly slid on
the black silk panties, and clasped the matching bra around
her breasts.

     The clasp came undone.

     "That's odd." she thought, and re-did the hooks.

     She began brushing her hair. The clasp again became
undone, re-exposing her curves. She clamped the hooks
together with a force, trying to ascertain if the bra had
shrunk or if her breasts had grown even larger. Everything
seemed Ok. She returned to her brushing.

     A light snap sounded as her bra unclasped for the third
time. She was growing excited at the sight of her pink,
tender nipples, but aggravated at the faulty garment.

     Her panties jerked down. The fabric barely covered her
cunt, but her hair showed prominently. She figured it out.

     "Clive!"

     She expected to be ravaged at that moment. She expected
to be lifted once again into the air and embraced by the
spirit. But no invisible touch came.

     "Ok." she said. "No bra. No panties."

     She buttoned her blouse over her naked breasts. Her
nipples were rock-hard and evident through the white. Her
skirt seemed drafty and open with her cunt exposed beneath.
She felt incredibly naughty and sexy. She threw on a jacket
and headed for school.


     Every word spoken around her was like a dream. From the
moment the first boy saw her, she swam in a world of
anticipation. They stared at her, wanting her, lusting for
her. She knew the look. She was only barely aware that the
field trip led them to a science center. She noticed none of
the exhibits, only the piercing, undressing eyes of the
young men around her. She let her breasts heave in their
sight. She let her skirt ride up her creamy thighs. She
casually bumped into several young men with her full
breasts.

     She had a small circle following her every move. The
ones that didn't follow stared at her. Even the male
teachers weren't immune from her swaying hips and protruding
nipples. She let the men press against her in the elevator,
hoping one would do so with a significant bulge.

     The worst part of the day came during a lecture. It was
like school as they sat in desks and listened. She grew
frustrated at the boring discussion and the lack of
opportunity to interact with then boys.

     She felt a tickle. She squirmed in her seat as a soft,
thin sensation tickled her cunt. No one was near the opening
of her skirt, yet the tickle came again. She gasped slightly
as her pussy quivered. Her legs pressed together, trying to
protect it. She noticed goosebumps forming on her legs. A
third tickle still found its way, almost causing her to
squeal. As it was, the loud breath she drew caught the
attention of those around her. The attractive boy to her
right turned and smiled, then looked again to the
instructor.

     Her top button opened. She went to move her hands, but
found they were locked on the desk. Clive was back! "Oh,
God, what's he doing?" she thought to herself as another
tickle spread her legs. She watched as the second button of
her blouse opened, then her third. She could see the tops of
her breasts and the dull glint of the outside light on her
exposed flesh.

     She bit her lip as a fifth, powerful tickle arched her
in her seat and heaved her breasts. She wanted to cry out
from the touch, but not in the middle of a classroom! She
continued to sit helpless as her buttons quickly came undone
down her blouse. Her breasts hung loosely behind the white,
her full cleavage visible to anyone who was looking. So far,
nobody had noticed.

     Clive leaned her body forward slightly, and the motion
dangled her breasts away from her body. The boy next to her
turned. His eyes grew wide with sight of her curving flesh.
The light made her blouse translucent, and her full shape
was obvious to the gawking young man.

     "Uhh!" she was unable to keep her excitement quiet with
the next tickle. Most of the class turned to look at her,
and immediately her shirt flung open.

     "Holy shit!" cried a number of boys as her breasts
jiggled free in front of them. Christy felt her body arch
again, and her body left the seat allowing her skirt to
slide up to her waist.

     "What are you doing, girl!" her teacher shrieked in
shock.

     Christy's left hand cupped her left breast, squeezing
it caressing it. Her right hand shot down between her legs,
pressing a finger into her cunt.

     The class watched in disbelief. The girls looked
disgusted. The boys looked like they had seen God. Christy's
hips pumped as her fingers entered her. She had absolutely
no control.

     "Ohh! Ohh!" her excitement overcame her embarrassment.
Her teacher was next to her.

     "Stop that! Stop that at once!" she tried to free
Christy's hand from her breast, but was unable. She slapped
Christy across the face. "Stop it, you naughty girl!"

     Her body stood up and leaned over her desk. Her hands
left her breast and cunt to hold herself. Her ass lifted
into the air, writhing and pumping with anticipation. Her
skirt lifted itself onto her back, exposing her buttocks and
cunt.

     The class was frozen, except for the disgusted girl
behind her who turned her face away from Christy's pussy.
And for one other. The boy next to her rose to his feet. "I
can't take anymore of this!" he undid his belt.

     Christy's teacher began admonishing the boy and
ordering him to sit down, but her pulled off his underwear,
stroked his pulsing cock, and stepped beside Christy. He
turned her body towards him from the waist, then thrust into
her.

     "Ohh! Ohh! yeah! he screamed as her cunt tightened
around his cock. They began fucking frantically, the class
still in disbelief, but now starting to move.

     Christy's bouncing head was facing the window, but she
sensed the room through Clive. She sensed the boys reaching
into their pants and finding their own throbbing cocks. She
wished for the boy fucking her to rub her breasts, and
immediately his caressing hands danced on her nipples. Their
bodies were locked together, his penis thrusting in and out
of her as fast as he could pump it. His fingers pinched her
tits, and his mouth sucked on an earlobe.

     She sensed the girls were getting aroused, as wished
they, too, would lose their inhibitions. As soon as the
thought left her mind, several of the girls began
unbuttoning their blouses. Christy sensed their arousal, the
group sexuality that was emerging, and could see through
Clive the assortment of breasts that bared themselves. Some
were small, some were large. Some nipples were larger than
her own, some smaller. She smiled at the number of silky
bras that dropped to the floor. If only her mother could see
this!

     It didn't take long for the boys to avert their
attention from Christy's fucking body when the girls around
them were stripped down to their panties. Their hands
quickly groped for the bared breasts. Some soon found their
cocks in the warm pleasantness of sucking mouths. Some
ripped down the shimmering panties that stood between them
and an eager cunt. Within moments, every girl had a boy on
her with a penis somewhere in her body.

     "Ohhh!" Christy exhaled with the thrust of her man.
"Ohhh!" she screamed with the next. It was a stranger, yet
it was Clive. She felt her cunt pulse with impending orgasm.
Her entire body shuddered with the thrusts, and the growing
ecstacy. She felt a pleasure and warmth  between her legs
far beyond the previous night. She was aware of every hard
cock, every tingling pussy on the verge of orgasm in the
room. The wave of sex felt like it was going to burst out of
her, like it was too much ecstacy for one girl to handle.

     Clive was in her, but no longer controlling her. She
sensed him in everyone, and noticed the pumps where
synchronous.

     "Uhhh!" the entire room shrieked as the boys pushed
into their lovers. "Uhhh!" another thrust, perfectly timed
between the each of them. Christy felt like she was going to
cum out of her nipples. She had one last fleeting image of
the teachers around her, of the security people who had
entered the room only to watch in shock.

     In a tidal wave of moans, the bare asses of every boy
clenched as he spurted cum into the cunts and mouths of the
girls. Christy screamed as the hot semen filled her own cunt
and mixed with her own juices as the still hard penis
pounded into her. She collapased onto the desk, trapping the
boys hands between her warm breasts. Another stream of sperm
shot into her, and her eyes grew heavy with exhaustion.

     The collective group all collapsed back into their
desks. Christy sensed a smiling Clive as she drifted into
sleep. Soon they would awake, fully dressed and attentive.
She didn't know if the rest of the class would remember the
affair, but knew she would. And she knew it wouldn't be the
last. She might never be able to get rid of Clive, but at
the moment, that made her perfectly happy.