Clueless
I, um, I used to be smart, or at least I think I was. I just wish I knew what happened to me because while I think I used to be smart, I think I also like remember going to school like you know, not like just high school, but like college, you know. That type of school so that’s why I think I was smart.
But then that’s not the only stuff I remember, too, but the other stuff, it just seems so super silly that I like totally don’t want to even say it because then you’d think I was totally stupid, not that that’s necessarily a bad thing. I mean sure, I know I don’t know lots of stuff but I don’t want people to think that I’m like totally stupid. It’s just that it’s so hard to ... it’s so hard to ... it’s so hard to remember.
Sometimes though, sometimes, I think if I concentrate really, really super hard, I think sometimes I can remember. Like I remember coming to this big house ...
I, um, I don’t remember exactly how I got here but I do remember coming up to the house and I do remember someone letting me in.
For a big house, the place seemed remarkably empty. I mean, I had a feeling that there were people there but I didn’t know where they were. The weird thing was I also didn’t know why I was here. The even weirder thing and I know this will sound like totally weird but the weirder thing was that that didn’t matter.
Like I said, I wasn’t sure how I got there but what I was sure of was that I found myself standing there in the hallway with the feeling that someone had told me to go enjoy myself but I was like totally alone. Weird, huh?
I heard the sound of music coming from somewhere in front of me but it wasn’t like the music that I listened to. It was different like classical type music but since it was the only indication that I had that there was anyone else in the house besides me, I walked towards the music and when I opened the door, I found myself in a huge ballroom with large mirrored walls.
There was an older woman inside and she was like totally dressed all in white and she was like dusting the place. She looked up when I entered. “Why hello, dearie,” she said. “Are you new here?”
“I guess,” I told her.
“Well don’t mind me. I’m Mrs. White by the way. I was just tidying up a bit around here.”
“You’re the maid.”
“Why yes, dearie. Isn’t that obvious?”
Well yes, it was, I thought. Now that she’d mentioned it, of course.
“Have you seen much of the house?”
I shook my head. “I just got here,” I told her.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll get a better look at it a little bit later when you have the time and a girl like you with your looks, I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding someone to show you around. By the way, I love your hair. Such a nice shade of blond.”
That last part threw me. “Such a what,” I remember stammering.
“Such a nice shade of blond,” Mrs. White said again.
“But ... but I’m not a blond.”
“Why of course you are, dearie. Just look at yourself in the mirror.”
I was sure I wasn’t a blond but when I turned and looked at myself on one of the mirrored panelings on the wall, there I was, a blond, and there was Mrs. White coming up behind me.
“Such a pretty shade, too. Such a nice golden hue and not a hint of anything else there but it makes one wonder ...”
Wonder what, I thought.
“It makes one wonder. If you’re blond on top, are you blond down below.”
“Excuse me.”
She was coming up closer to me now. She was practically whispering in my ear. “You heard me. If you’re blond on top, does that mean you’re blond down below. Then again, maybe you’ve shaved it clean but one has to wonder.”
Impertinent, I thought. Impertinent and yet ... and yet now that the thought was there, I found myself wondering as well. I mean I’d thought for sure I was a brunette but obviously I wasn’t and if I was wrong about that ...
“I’ll bet you’d like to show me,” the maid cooed.
Yes. No wait. No. That was wrong and yet ...
“I could make it worth your while if you showed me.”
“H-how?” No wait. That wasn’t the right way I was supposed to answer and yet I did want to know. How was she going to make it worth my while?
“If you want the answer to that, you’re first going to have to show me.”
I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to open my jeans. She wanted me to push them down. She wanted me to push down my panties so I could show her my pussy.
“You’re first going to have to show me,” she said again.
Even without realizing that I was doing it, I opened my jeans.
“There you go,” the maid cooed.
Why was I doing this, I wondered and yet there I was, pushing down my jeans and then pushing down my panties.
“Oh my,” Mrs. White cooed as her hand slid between my legs. “Would you look at you. Not shaved but trimmed but your hair is so light and fine that it almost might as well have been shaved.”
Why was I wet?
“One has to wonder just why it is that you are so wet,” she said almost as if she were reading my mind. “If one didn’t know better, one might say you were actually enjoying the attention.”
I couldn’t help but moan as her fingers continued to stroke me. I had the feeling that this was wrong and yet ... and yet it felt so good.
“I’ve got something for you,” she said. “Would you like to see what I’ve got?”
I couldn’t help but nod and murmur. I knew it was wrong but there was something about those fingers.
“I think we need to get you laid out on the floor so you can get your surprise.”
I have to admit I didn’t really put up much of a fuss and then there she was sliding in between my legs.
“I think we should see how you taste. What do you think?”
I couldn’t help but murmur my agreement. It didn’t really matter if it was wrong because I knew what wanted. I wanted her tongue upon my lips.
“Oh my. You do taste good,” she said, “but I think I have something you’ll really like.”
Before I could even consider asking her what she meant by that, there she was leaning in over me and I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have her clothes on anymore. When had she gotten undressed, I wondered, and just how the heck was it that I hadn’t noticed it when it had happened.
But I hardly had a chance to even think about that because I could see her breasts hanging over me. They were bigger than mine and then I felt ...
“Oh my.”
“I think someone likes this,” she taunted me.
Oh my God, yes. She’d like totally caught me by surprise and now that she had me, it was clear she wasn’t going to let up on me anytime soon.
“Do you like this?” she taunted me again.
Oh yeah. I mean I hadn’t ever been fucked by a woman with a strap-on before but if this was what it felt like to be fucked like that, then I had the feeling that maybe I should have let myself get fucked like that before.
“I think someone likes this,” she said yet again.
I couldn’t help myself. “I love it,” I told her. “I totally love it.”
“Good. Then I have a feeling you’re really going to like this.”
Oh my God. She was so like totally right. I mean there she was leaning in over me. I mean there she was with her tits hanging over me. There she was with her hands holding my wrists over her head and there she was with her cock in my pussy. I mean I so totally couldn’t help myself. I started to scream because it just felt so good and I kept right on screaming even as my pussy latched onto her cock and absolutely wouldn’t let it go.
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that but I do know that before she’d let me up, she pressed her tits against my face and she made me kiss them repeatedly.
“You’re fun,” she said as she finally pulled back and let me up. “I’ll be around if you want to see me again. Know what I mean?”
I nodded even as I reached for my clothes. I was like so totally embarrassed that I had to get out of there as quick as I possibly could. I guess maybe that’s why I did what I did. I guess maybe that’s why I went out into the hallway with no clothes on.
I remember stopping. I still wasn’t wearing any clothes. I was just holding them but I was breathing hard. What the hell had I just done? I wasn’t into girls like that ... was I?
Or was I?
I decided I really wasn’t although to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was really sure about it myself. I mean it almost seemed more like I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t into girls rather than that actually being the way things were.
I moved on along the hallway. To be honest, I was sure I’d never been in this house before so I really had no idea where I was going but I moved on nonetheless.
When I opened the door to the next room, I found myself in a room that was quite obviously the kitchen and I knew I wasn’t alone.
There was a brunette there. She wore a tight, red dress and she was bent over and she had her back to me as she peered into the fridge and her ass would move back and forth as she surveyed the contents.
Stop it, I told myself. You’re not into women like that, remember.
I’d almost forgotten but there was something about the way her ass seemed to move slowly from side to side that did make it kind of hard to look away.
I think she knew she was being watched or maybe she just sensed it because she pulled back from the fridge and she turned around to look at me. “Oh hello,” she said. “It looks like you caught me.”
“Caught you doing what?”
“Caught me raiding the fridge, silly.”
“Oh.”
“Then again, maybe you were coming here to raid the fridge, too. By the way, you’re kind of underdressed.”
It was only then that I remembered I wasn’t wearing any clothes and suddenly I felt all self-conscious.
“Hey now. Don’t you worry about anything. You don’t have to cover yourself up on account of me.”
That was easy for her to say. After all, she was wearing clothes. In fact, she was rather stylish in her slinky red dress and her high heeled shoes which only served to make me feel even more ill at ease.
“Hey now. No need to go getting all jumpy,” she said.
I’m not sure but suddenly I felt like crying and I wasn’t sure why. It was just that suddenly the world just seemed so big and I just wasn’t sure of where I fit into the world.
“Hey now,” she continued to coo. “No need to get all upset.”
I fought back the urge to cry and I was pretty proud of myself because after all, she was right. It wouldn’t do to go and cry and I certainly didn’t want her to see how weak I’d just been.
In my state of uncertainty, I hadn’t noticed that she’d pushed me up against one of the counters but I definitely noticed it when she pushed in closer to me. “All better now?” she cooed and I nodded. “That’s good. We wouldn’t want you to go get all upset now, would we?”
No, I had to agree. No. That would be bad. But I still was naked.
“Hey, you know what? I think I have something that you might like.”
In spite of myself, I couldn’t help but perk up a bit. “You have something for me?” I asked excitedly.
“I do, but I can only give it to you if you promise to be a good girl. Do you promise?”
“I promise,” I assured her.
“Uh huh.”
I could tell by her tone that she didn’t believe me which I thought was totally unfair because she didn’t know me but then I thought maybe the other way was true, too. She didn’t know me but then I didn’t know her either so maybe it was up to me to show her that I could be trusted. “I promise,” I said again.
“Okay,” she said, “but only since you promised but first you’ve got to close your eyes.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Hey. You promised.”
Well yeah, I had, so I closed my eyes because since I’d promised, it seemed like the right thing to do.
“Now pucker up.”
“What?”
“You promised,” she reminded me.
Okay, yeah, I had, so I puckered up my lips. I could feel her pressing up against me and I thought I knew what was coming but I was wrong.
My eyes went wide when I felt her on my lips and I pulled back. “What are you doing?” I demanded if her.
She held up a tube. “Lipstick,” she said. “I’m putting on lipstick.”
“I don’t wear lipstick,” I told her.
“Well maybe you should.”
I probably should have asked her why she was trying to tell me what I should be doing but quite honestly, that thought never occurred to me. I guess maybe it was because I was curious or something. I looked at the tube. “What color is it?” I asked.
She held it up so I could see. “It’s pink,” she said.
“Pink? That’s a terrible color. Lips should be red like yours are.”
“Don’t be silly. With lips as full and lush as yours are, pink and glossy is definitely the way to go for you and besides, pink is such a girly girl kind of color. Red is more of a womanly color. Pink is more innocent. Pink is your favorite color.”
I remember thinking like hey, how did she know that? How did she know pink was my favorite color and then I was asking myself was pink really my favorite color which I guess just goes to show just how off kilter I was because in the next instant, I knew pink was my favorite color.
“So what do you say? Do you want to let Scarlet put her pink lipstick on your lips?”
Well of course I did and I told her that, too. I like totally wanted her to put her lipstick on my lips.
“Okay then. Here goes.”
It was kind of like totally cool just sitting there and letting her put her lipstick on my lips but then finally, she pulled back. “Oh now don’t you look cute.”
“Can I see?” I asked. “Can I see?”
She handed me a mirror out of her purse and I couldn’t wait to take a look.
My lips were definitely totally pink but it was like a totally cool pink and it was totally like wet and glossy and it was nice and soft just the way I liked it.
“You look good,” she said.
“Thanks.”
“In fact, your lips look so soft and wet and full that they kind of make me want to do this.”
I didn’t know what “this” was until she did it but then my eyes went totally wide because there she was leaning in and kissing ME!
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m kissing you. Why? Didn’t you like it?”
Well yeah, I did like it, but that wasn’t the point only having come that far, I was trying to figure out just what the point was.
“Maybe we should do it again.”
“Maybe we should.” Wait! Had I actually said that?
But apparently I had. Then again, maybe Miss Scarlet was going to do whatever she wanted no matter what I said because she leaned in and kissed me again.
She ran her tongue over her lips. “Mmm, yummy. I think pink suits you just fine.”
I couldn’t believe she actually had me kind of panting a bit but that was exactly the case.
“I’ve got something for you,” she said.
“You’ve got something for me?”
“Yes, I do because have such a pretty body.”
“Thanks. So do you.” Wait had I actually said that?
She just smiled and she leaned in and she kissed me again and I couldn’t help but kiss her back.
Her body stayed pressed up against mine. “You’re so pretty,” she cooed softly. “You make me want to kiss you all over.”
I nodded although I wasn’t sure I even knew what I was agreeing to anymore.
“You make me want to kiss you all over,” she purred again and just to prove the point, she kissed me again but it wasn’t just my lips she was kissing anymore. It was my lips and then my neck and then my shoulders and my breasts. I couldn’t help but pant as she took particular care to kiss my nipples and then she moved lower still.
It was my tummy and then my waist and then ...
My legs seemed to have opened up of their own accord because there she was settling in between my legs and I couldn’t help but moan as she kissed me there.
But it wasn’t just kissing anymore. It was her tongue, tentative at first but growing ever more insistent and the more her tongue licked me there, the more helpless I seemed to be in letting her do anything but what she planned to do to me.
So she kept licking me, softly and yet insistent at the same time. She kept licking and she kept licking and she kept ...
It felt so good to cum and still her tongue kept licking me. Oh geez, I was so wet.
It was only then that she pulled back and I had the feeling that maybe I should do the same thing to her only she turned and looked at the door. “Someone’s coming,” she said.
Now, I was looking at the door, too.
“You’ve got to hide.”
I wasn’t sure why I had to hide but I agreed with her nonetheless.
She picked up my clothes and handed them to me. “Here, follow me.”
There was a secret passageway. Honestly, I would have never known it had existed if she hadn’t shown it to me but there it was.
“Get inside,” she told me.
I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me.
As I huddled there, I reflected on what I’d been about to do. I’d really intended to lick another woman’s pussy. I’d really wanted to eat her out and there was a part of me that still did.
I shouldn’t stay here, I told myself. I shouldn’t stay here and let myself succumb to those urges so I put my clothes back on and I made my way through the secret passage to see where it would go.
Where the passageway ended was in a study. There was an older man there and it seemed almost as if he’d been waiting for me to arrive. He certainly showed no surprise at a girl suddenly popping out of a hidden passageway. He was wearing a purple shirt and he was puffing on a pipe as I emerged from the passageway. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I think so, yes.”
He held out his hand. “Plum’s the name. Peter Plum. I’m a professor.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you.”
“And I you but if you don’t mind my saying it, you’re looking a bit tired.”
“I am?” I asked.
“Yes you are.”
I know I was like I wasn’t feeling tired but suddenly I had the feeling that maybe I ought to know why he thought I looked tired so I asked him why he thought I looked tired. “Why do you think I look tired?” I asked.
He took a couple of puffs from his pipe before he answered. “Hard to say,” he said finally. “There could be so many reasons but if you asked me, I’d say it was probably because you were tired of thinking.”
Tired of thinking? What did that mean and yet almost at the same time I realized there was something to it. Thinking was hard.
The professor puffed again on his pipe. “I see you see what I mean.”
There was something wrong with what he was saying and yet the more I tried to think about what he was saying, the more tired I was starting to feel.
He just looked at me as he puffed away on his pipe. Finally, he had a suggestion to make. “You know, you might find it easier if you stopped thinking.”
Stop thinking? What the heck was he talking about and yet I had to admit that in a way, that thought almost seemed to make sense to me.
“Thinking only gets you in trouble. If you think, you have to make choices and if you make choices, you might make a wrong choice but if you never think then you never have to make a bad choice.”
That actually made sense.
“So what about it? Are you a thinker?”
I’ll admit it. There was something about the question that gave me pause but this no thinking thing was kind of new to me so after a moment of hesitation, I answered truthfully. “I’m not a thinker,” I said defiantly and it actually felt good to admit the truth.
“It’s better to let other people do the thinking for you, isn’t it?”
Yes, of course. I could totally see that. I mean it wasn’t like I was dumb or anything like that but I had to admit it was easier to let other people do the thinking for me.
The professor took a couple of more puffs on his pipe. “There now. I can see you know what I mean. Would you like me to help you out? Would you like me to do the thinking for you?”
I nodded kind of shyly like. That was really nice of him to do the thinking for me.
“Well if that’s what you want, then the first thing we’re going to have to do is to get you out of those clothes.”
What? No!
“I can see you’re trying to think again. That’s not good.”
He was like totally right. I’d been thinking again or at least I’d been trying to. It was a good thing that he’d noticed it and that he’d called me on it.
“Let’s try that again. The first thing we’re going to have to do is to get you out of those clothes.”
Yes, of course. He was so totally right.
“Why don’t you take off your top.”
For a moment, I bristled at that but then I remembered that I really wasn’t smart and after all, he was just trying to help me so I took off my top.
“Oh now those are very nice,” he said.
“Hey,” I protested as he touched my breasts and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was little doubt that he was going to kiss them at any minute.
“You’re trying to think again,” he chided me. “You should let me do this,” and with that, he kissed my breasts.
I still had misgivings about what the professor was doing but I had to admit that it did feel rather good so maybe the professor was right. Maybe I was thinking too much.
He was still kissing my breasts when I realized that he was opening my jeans. “Hey,” I protested.
“You’re thinking again,” he chided me. “You should let me do this.”
Nuh uh, I tried to tell myself as I felt his fingers slide inside my jeans. Thus was like so totally wrong and yet there were his fingers pushing down inside my panties and pressing up against my pussy and I just couldn’t help but moan as I felt his fingers rub me there. Maybe he was right, I told myself. Maybe I was thinking too much.
“We should take these off,” he told me.
I still had my misgivings about it but I still let him take my jeans down and then I was letting him take my panties down, too.
“I know what you need,” he said.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
“This,” he told me as he led me over to a couch and then he sat me down on a couch and before I knew it, he was leaning down between my legs and he was licking and kissing my pussy and for just a moment there, I thought to myself that this was totally wrong until I realized that I was thinking again and that’s when I laid back and I let him do what he was doing to me because I really did enjoy it.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I told him I did.
“I’ve got something else I think you’ll enjoy.”
“What?” I asked.
“This,” and with that, he took a candle from one of the end tables and I couldn’t help but gasp as he stroked it between my legs because he was like so totally right. I really did like it.
“You’re not thinking anymore, are you?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was just looking down at him and his candle and so far all he’d done was stroke it on the outside but I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like on the inside.
Almost as if he knew what I was “thinking”, he now turned the candle and he was pushing it up inside me and I couldn’t help but gasp as he really did push it up inside me.
“You like that, don’t you.”
I couldn’t help but nod numbly.
“I knew you would but I think I’ve got something else that you’re going to like just as much. Here, why don’t you take this,” he said and with that, he led my hands down to where the candle was still embedded in my pussy and I couldn’t help but continue to fuck myself with that candle.
I wasn’t totally stupid. I knew what I was supposed to do with candle. I looked down at myself as I watched myself slide that candle in and out of my pussy and I had to admit to myself that the professor was right. This really was a good thing.
What I wasn’t watching as I continued to fuck myself with that candle was the professor himself. He’d backed away and then he’d stood up and so intent was I on what was happening between my legs that I hadn’t actually paid attention to what other things he might have been doing.
I might not have been paying attention but I soon found out when pressed his cock against my lips. “Here you go,” he told me. “Suck on this.”
As if I had a choice. I mean I was like totally panting from what my candle was doing between my legs so when he put his cock there, I kind if like had to totally let him in ... so I did.
I’m not sure if it was right or not but I didn’t care. I was so turned on by my candle that if he wanted me to suck his cock then I was going to do it. I sucked his cock.
“That’s it,” he taunted me. “No more thinking for you.”
I would have agreed with him except that would have meant stopping what I was doing with my mouth and besides, I don’t think he really needed to hear me agree with him. One thing was certain though. I was like so right there. I was so right on the edge. My candle had done what it was supposed to do that I like so totally needed to cum.
“I’ve got something for you,” he taunted me. “Would you like to see what I’ve got for you? Hmm? Would you like to see what I’ve got?”
You know I might have actually said yes but he never gave me a chance to do it. He like totally came in my mouth even as my pussy was cumming, too, and as much as I liked what my pussy was doing, having him cum in my mouth like that, that was like so totally gross.
He was looking at me. “What’s the matter with you?” he asked.
“You just came in my mouth,” I retorted.
“So?”
“So that’s like totally gross.”
He nodded knowingly. “I see,” he said. “You’re thinking again.”
I was starting to get mad. He just didn’t get it. “I am not thinking,” I told him. “I don’t think and you can’t make me think so stop saying that. I am not thinking but what you did was like totally gross.”
He just shrugged at that. “I thought you’d enjoy it,” he said.
“Well, I didn’t,” I told him. “It was like totally gross.”
I remember stomping out of the study and thinking to myself how could I have let him take him take advantage of me like that. I mean I knew I wasn’t smart, certainly not as smart as he was him being a professor and all that but did that give him any right to take advantage of me like that?
Of course I’d forgotten to take my clothes with me. If I’d have been smarter, I would have remembered to grab my clothes before I left the study but as it was, I was still completely naked and I totally couldn’t go back and let him take advantage of me all over again.
So lacking anything better to do, I moved on down the hallway.
I went in a room and the room was filled with so many books and it was like I knew that at one time, I had liked to read but for some reason now, that just wasn’t the case. Maybe the professor guy was right. Maybe I wasn’t very smart. I tried looking at one of the books but I just couldn’t do it. I mean it wasn’t like I couldn’t read it. It was just that I didn’t want to read it.
I moved on to the next room.
I recognized this room even if I didn’t recognize the man that I found standing there. This was a billiards room.
The man looked me up and down and that’s when I remembered that I was still naked. “Well hello there,” he said. “I’m Reverend Green.”
A minister. Like I couldn’t have gotten any more embarrassed than I was then. I was naked in front of a minister.
“It looks like someone’s been enjoying herself,” he said.
“Who?” I asked and it was only then that I realized he’d meant me. “Me, no. You’ve got me all wrong. I’m not like this.”
“Pity. I kind of like the way you are,” he said, “although honestly, your breasts could be bigger.”
“My breasts? What’s wrong with my breasts?”
“I just told you. I think maybe they could be a little bit bigger. I can help you with that though.”
Honestly, I was so like kind of mad that I totally forgot I was still naked now. “You can?” I asked. “How?”
“Ah, now that is the question, isn’t it? How can I make your little tiny titties bigger. That is indeed the question.”
I would have told him off right then and there but that would have meant he probably wouldn’t have made my breasts bigger and suddenly I knew that was exactly what I wanted him to do. “You said you could make them bigger?” I asked hopefully.
“With this,” he said holding up a tube.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s a sort of a lotion. Rather remarkable really though because this lotion makes tits grow big so what about it? Would you like me to make your breasts grow bigger?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the tube in his hand. I didn’t know if he could do what he said he could do but I really wanted him to try so I nodded. “I do want it,” I told him. “I want you to make my tits big.”
“Well all right then. Come on over here and let’s get started.”
I went over and stood in front of him and I watched as he squeezed some of that gel stuff into his palm and I remember thinking how maybe there wasn’t anything wrong with my breasts, how maybe I didn’t need to make them bigger, but almost at the same time, I couldn’t help but think that I’d kind of told him that I wanted it and I couldn’t help but think that maybe it would be wrong to back out now.
“Now this might tingle a bit,” he told me as he rubbed his hands together, “but that’s totally okay.”
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement about what was going to come next.
He stepped forward and then his hands were on my tits.
He was like totally right, you know. I mean as soon as his hands grabbed my tits, I could feel them start to get warm and yes, they were starting to tingle but the way I had that figured, that had to be a good thing because that meant it had to be working and that’s when it finally really struck me. My tits were going to be bigger.
“I see someone likes this.”
My eyes locked in on his as he continued to fondle my tits and the best I could do was a little whimpering moan because the warmth that had started in my tits was spreading to the rest of my body.
“I can see it’s working,” he said. “Your tits are getting bigger.”
Were they? I couldn’t tell because I couldn’t break eye contact to look down and see for myself.
“It’s definitely working,” he said again.
I thought I could feel it, too, now.
“There’s only one way though to find out just how big your tits really are.”
“H-how?”
“Open my pants.”
I was like still totally looking at him as I reached down to open his pants.
“Now, push them down,” he told me.
Again, I did as I was told to do. It actually kinda felt good to let someone else make the decisions for me.
“And the underwear, too.”
I pushed his underwear down and this time I didn’t even need him to tell me what to do next. This time I wrapped my hand around his cock and ooh, he felt big.
“Kneel down.”
I knelt and now his cock was right there in front of me and now I knew that the reason he felt big was because he totally was big. That was so awesome.
“Push your tits together.”
I like totally knew what was going to happen and I knew I couldn’t wait for him to do it so I pushed my firm tits together and just as I thought would happen, he slid his cock between my tits and oh my God, even though he was big, my boobies were totally able to handle him so I guess he was right. I guess my boobies were bigger now.
He was stroking his cock between my boobies and I was like totally watching it because it was so cool.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned.
What? What was happening?
“Oh fuck,” he groaned again.
I still didn’t know what was happening.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned yet again and this time I felt something new. There was a new wet feeling between my super sized boobies and now I could see a white goo and I realized that he was totally cumming on my boobies and I knew that was like totally cool.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned again.
Oh yeah. It was totally cool.
Mr. Green left his cock between my boobies until he’d finally finished emptying himself onto them but that still left me with a problem. “Hey,” I protested. “I’ve still got cum on my boobies.”
He looked at me and he nodded. “Hmm yes. I can see where that might be a problem but still it looks good.”
I stamped my foot just to let him know how angry I was. “That’s not fair,” I said. “I’ve got cum on my boobies.”
“Hmm. Well maybe we can find something that you can clean yourself up with.”
The billiard room had a bar in it and what we found was some paper towels and while that did the job of helping clean the cum off of my boobies, it was only after I’d left the billiard room that I realized I still had a problem and it wasn’t my boobies because I totally liked them but it was that I was still naked.
I supposed maybe I could have gone back into the billiards room because Reverend Green was a nice man but then on the other hand, it seemed kind of stupid to not ask if he could help me before so instead of going back, I moved on.
The next room on down the hall was a music room. The name conservatory popped into my head although for the life of me I had no idea why but there was a big piano there and the room was empty and I was still naked.
It still bothered me that I was naked but like I said, I wasn’t going to go back and get my clothes but like I said, it still bothered me that I was naked. I mean what if somebody saw me like that?
Okay, okay. What if somebody else saw me like that?
Well, nobody was going to see me here because there was no one here and I was like totally bored. I mean weird, huh? I didn’t want anyone to see me naked but I didn’t want to stay in a room where no one could see me naked.
I was bored. There was no one here and that’s when I started looking around and you’ll never guess what I found.
I found another secret passage.
I swear I really wasn’t looking for one but I found one anyway. Maybe it was because I’d seen the one in the kitchen so maybe I just thought there’d be another one. I don’t know but when I found it, I thought it was so totally cool. I couldn’t wait to see where this one went.
The room was a lounge and at first glance, I thought the room was empty when I got there but when I looked over the back of one of the sofas in the room, I realized I was wrong because there was this woman asleep on the couch which was just fine with me because I didn’t want to be seen anyways so I turned and started to creep towards the door.
I never made it though because before I got there, I heard someone ask, “Going somewhere?”
I turned around to find the woman standing there looking at me. “Going somewhere?” she asked again.
She certainly was a sight to behold. I’m surprised I hadn’t noticed it before but I guess I had been in such a big hurry to leave that I hadn’t really taken a good look at her and besides, the full effect of her wasn’t obvious until she was standing there in front of me.
She had curly dirty blond hair whose ringlets were pulled up by a purple headband. I could see she was wearing earrings which was hardly a surprise except that the earrings she wore on one ear didn’t seem to match the ones she wore on the other. She wore bracelets, too. Maybe eight or ten of them on each wrist. She had on a red top that was both bright and red and she had on a purple skirt that was almost as type. Nothing about her seemed to match any other part of her and yet it seemed to work for her.
“Going somewhere?” she asked yet again.
“I was, um, I was just leaving,” I stammered.
“Dressed like that,” she said and then she smiled. “Or should I say undressed like that?”
That’s when I remembered I was still naked. “I really ought to be going,” I said.
“Fine, but if you are going to be going, maybe you ought to put some clothes on before you go.”
That stopped me in my tracks. “You’ve got some clothes I could wear?” I asked hopefully.
She nodded toward the corner. “Over there in my suitcase. I just got here myself and was resting after the trip when you came in. Funny though, I don’t think I heard you come in through the door.”
I wasn’t sure what I should say to that.
The woman didn’t seem to give it another thought though. “Come on. Let’s see what we have for you to wear.”
I took a couple of steps forward. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to get something but now looking at what she was wearing, I wondered if she’d have anything that I wanted to wear.
“Come on. I haven’t got all day.”
“I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.
“What’s there to know? You put yourself in Patsy Peacock’s hands and she’ll take care of you.”
“Who’s Patsy Peacock?”
She just gave me this funny sort of look. “Why I am,” she said. “That’s my name.”
“Oh.” How was I supposed to know that because she hadn’t told me it before.
“Now come on. Get over here.”
What could it hurt, I thought. I mean what was the worst that could happen? She wouldn’t have any clothes that I wanted to wear and I’d still be naked. That’s what.
Her suitcase was totally huge and when she opened it up, it looked even huger. She took one look at me and then she started rummaging through the clothes.
“I got plenty of bras but none that would fit you so hmm, how about this ... no, no, no, totally wrong, how about ... no ... wait, this. Yes. That would work.”
I still couldn’t see what she’d picked out.
“Now for the other part,” she was muttering as she once more dove into her suitcase and I couldn’t help wondering how much she had in there.
Finally, she pulled back. “Yes, yes,” she said to herself. “That will do nicely. And now for the hair.”
I tried to tell her I didn’t need anything for my hair but she still wasn’t listening.
She closed her suitcase and she looked back at me. “Let’s get you dressed now, shall we?”
I tried to tell her that I could dress myself but she like totally wasn’t listening to me and I guess I thought that maybe because she was supplying the clothes, maybe I should let her do it the way she wanted or then again, maybe it was just easier to let people who were smarter than me do the thinking for me.
It wasn’t long before she was done and when she was done, she told me to look in the mirror and when I did, I had to admit she was like totally right. This was so totally me.
She’d picked out a tight, white half tee as a top which was just perfect because as she’d said, she didn’t have a bra that was big enough for me but it was so tight that it didn’t make a difference. Oh yeah, and you could totally see my nipples, too.
The skirt she’d chosen was pink and pleated and really short and the pink totally matched the color on my lips as did the ties that now pulled my hair into pigtails.
“So what do you think?”
“I love it,” I gushed.
“I thought you would. Now just one more thing to add.”
I looked at the nylons in her hand and I shook my head. “I don’t think I need to wear those,” I said.
She just laughed at that. “Who said anything about wearing them, silly?”
I still didn’t know what she was talking about even after she pressed in close to me but when she told me to put my hands behind my back and when I did, she used the nylons to tie them there, I finally got it.
“You are just too cute for words,” she told me.
I couldn’t help but pout at that. I was not cute, I wanted to tell her but I had a felling she might not like it if I disagreed so I stayed quiet.
“You know what the best thing is about you not wearing any panties?”
I shook my head but again I didn’t say anything.
“The best thing is it means you’re always ready for something like this,” and with that, she pushed me backwards and no sooner had I tumbled onto the couch than she was pushing my knees apart and settling in between my thighs and crawling up under my little short skirt.
I couldn’t help but moan as Patsy settled in there. There certainly was nothing that I could do to stop her from getting what she wanted and it was pretty clear what she wanted. What she wanted was to lick my pussy.
Oh god. I loved it. I wanted her to lick my pussy and oh my God, there was her tongue right there on my little clitty. Oh my God.
“You like this?”
I couldn’t help but moan again. “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, I love it.”
“Good. I’m so glad to hear it. I do so love making sweet, young girls cum.”
I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t a sweet, young girl but right about then, I just didn’t seem to be able to say anything at all.
“And unless I miss my guess, I’d bet you’re about to cum right now, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” I moaned.
Once more, her tongue went to work on my pussy and this time, she wasn’t going to stop until she got the job done and boy was she doing it. I was right there. I was right on the verge. I was ... oh fuck!
“I think someone liked that, didn’t she?”
“Uh huh.” Oh God. What had I done, I asked myself. Oh God. I had to get out of there.
“You know,” she said as I scrambled for the door, “any time you want to do it again, you just come on back around and visit Patsy Peacock, okay?”
I should have had Patsy untie my hands before I left. It took me nearly five minutes before I could work the nylons loose enough that I could get enough slack to get my hands free.
I moved on down the hallway until I came to another room and when I opened the door to that room, I found myself in a dining room but I wasn’t alone. There was a man there in the room with me and from his uniform, I assumed that he was most likely a military man. He looked at me. “Well now,” he said, “who might you be?”
Before I could answer that, he answered for me. “Don’t answer that,” he told me. “I think we both know the answer to that and I think we both know why you are here.”
What was he talking about?
“My name is Colonel Miles Mustard and you came here for this.”
He was holding up a feather. Why would I come here for a feather.
“You came here for this,” he said. “You know, you take life way too seriously.”
I didn’t take life that seriously or at least I didn’t think I did.
“Would you like to see what I mean?”
I still didn’t think the colonel was right but I wasn’t so sure in my thinking that I wasn’t open to new things so I told him that sure if he wanted to show me then yes I did want to see what he meant.
I suppose I should have known what was coming next but he started to tickle me with the feather.
“Hey,” I protested. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know what I’m doing or you will know soon enough ... when you finally learn how to let go.”
I kept protesting and the colonel kept trying to tickle me with his feather. “Hey, quit it,” I told him.
I guess I should have figured it out by then that my telling him to quit it wasn’t going to have any effect at all and besides, he was kind of getting to me with that feather of his. I couldn’t help giggling as he continued to tickle me.
“That’s it. Just let go.”
I was really starting to giggle now. I just couldn’t help it and then I squealed when he kinda totally got to me. “Hey quit it,” I said again.
“You’re almost there.”
It was all so stupid. Why did he keep saying that? I was almost there. What did that mean? I didn’t get it.
“Just let go.”
I think something just kinda snapped in me because there I was giggling and there the colonel was with his feather and it was all just so funny that I couldn’t help but giggle some more which I suddenly realized was pretty cool because of course, I loved to giggle, and up if that made me seem vapid or dense, well what of it. Thinking was hard and giggling ... well giggling was fun.
I think the colonel knew what I knew but that didn’t stop him from continuing to tickle me. “You let it go, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“No nasty thinking for you. Thinking is for smart people.”
He was like so totally right about that. Thinking was definitely for smart people and I couldn’t help but giggle again. “You are so right,” I told him. “Thinking is for smart people.”
“That means thinking isn’t for you then.”
Well duh. I may not have been smart but I totally got it. “Thing isn’t for me,” I repeated back.
“You just want to have fun.”
“Yeah. I just want to have fun.”
He finally stopped tickling me with that stupid feather. “That’s just what I wanted to hear you say,” he said, “because I know how we can gave some fun.”
“How?”
“The how is easy. You just need to turn around and face the table.”
I did as he told me to. “What? Like this you mean?”
“Yeah. Like that. Now lean forward and put your hands on the table.”
This was really silly I thought but if this was what the colonel wanted me to do, then I could do this, too.
That’s when I felt him coming up behind me and I could feel him lifting up my skirt and it was only then that I remembered that I still wasn’t wearing any panties.
There was no way he couldn’t notice that but then I felt something sliding in between my legs and I couldn’t help but admit that this was fun in a sort of super cool kind of way.
I couldn’t help but moan as he entered me. I hadn’t realized just how wet I was until just that moment but the truth was that I was wet.
And then he was pushing even more inside of me. “Isn’t this fun?” he asked and I couldn’t help but moan because it certainly was fun.
He had his hands on my hips as he continued to use me and I had to admit this was way much more funner than thinking. This was super fun.
“I think someone likes this.”
I couldn’t help but moan. I did like it. It was super fun.
“I’ve got something else I think you’ll really like.”
“What?” I asked.
“This,” he told me, and that’s when I felt him cumming between my legs and I had to admit that I did really like it because I was cumming, too, and that was like so totally super cool and I knew I didn’t have to think about it at all.
I think I used to be smart and I know Mrs. White did me in the ballroom with her strap-on and I know Miss Scarlet did me in the kitchen with her pink lipstick and I know Professor Plum did me in the study with the candle and I know Reverend Green did me in the billiard room with his lotion and I know Mrs. Peacock did me in the lounge with her nylons and I know Colonel Mustard did me in the dining room with his feather but if you want to know who bimbified me, it was Mr. Boddy in the hallway with his pocket watch and I think that’s like totally cool with me.