As I undid his zipper my hand went over his bulge and, again, my heart almost stopped. What a cock!, I thought. Boy, I'd love to . . . But I was still crying scared and had to go on. I pulled his trousers down and my hand accidentally (I think it was accidental, at any rate) rubbed against the back of his cock through his boxer shorts. The effect-beside the hot flood of lust in me-was his cockhead poked out of the opening! I was dumb-struck. I was eyeball to eyeball with cock (it was pink and lovely, like a little pony poking its head out of the stall at sunrise). I could hear a bunch of the girls and some guys, giggle and laugh. Hard as they tried to be to us, the sight of a guy with the head of his naked cock sticking out was too much to bear.

Jimmy blushed all over and stuffed the beautiful apple- shaped cockhead back in. I looked at him, hoping he wouldn't blame me. He didn't. He looked at me in a way to show he understood. And I took off his pants.

I was on an emotional rollercoaster. I didn't know what to feel. Shame or lust or fear or . . . I felt like all my insides were being rearranged all at once. Everything was hot and gooey and slipping and mucking about. My insides felt like outsides and the outsides, in. There were no borders anymore. Maybe there never were, but I felt as though I had suddenly lost all moorings and was adrift, and I was used to stability. I NEEDED it. But it wasn't to be had. All sense of order and propriety and human dignity and mutual respect had be violently wrenched away from me. I felt like I was lost and like even if I was found I'd never be at home in the world again.

"Jimmy, peel those stockings off the bitch!"

Jimmy tried one last stand. "Isn't this enough! Haven't you seen enough. What do you want? Huh?" He was shouting and they let him. "What the fuck are you trying to do. Maybe we don't want in your stupid club. Maybe you can go fuck yourselves. Fuck you! Fuck you! You son-of- bitches. What the hell do you want? Huh?"

Bert's voice was low and steady, "We want you to do what you're told." The calmness in his voice made it all the more frightening.

Jimmy, barely holding back his tears, dropped to his knees in front of me. He grabbed my right thigh above the stockings for support (though his hand directly and surely on my naked flesh made me jolt and start shaking even harder-I felt like I was going to lose my stomach). Then he grabbed my bright red garter and began pulling it and my white stocking off my leg. I could see my tanned and pink flesh emerging from the soft white casing of the stocking.

"Slowly!" Bert said.

Jimmy slowed down and, I cannot blame him for this, began to caress my thigh, knee, and calf and he pulled the pink stocking off my firm leg. I was crying, sick, and embarrassed, but fucking HOT, too. I lifted my leg and pointed my toe for him to take the stocking off. I wished everyone would disappear and he would eat me right there! He did the left leg the same way only a bit slower and caressing, even squeezing once or twice, all the way. My crying and trembling seemed to increase.

"Now. His tee-shirt and socks."

Everything was swirling and bumping around. I pulled his tee-shirt up and off, rubbing into him as I did-no longer was it an accident. I WANTED FUCKED! And I could see his white, hairless chest, fairly muscular (only not like Bert's or Steve's) through the sheen of my tears. Then I took off his socks, with shaking fingers, slightly caressing his thighs as I did.

But I could feel black bile in me rise as I stood up again, in my little pink bra and panties.

"Her bra!" Bert barked.

Jimmy went behind me as I began shaking and crying harder. I could feel his hard-on poke in my right cheek as he struggled to unhook my bra. He rubbed it around a bit, I'm sure on purpose, but I didn't blame him. I was too fucked up to blame anyone anymore.

As he remove my bra and the cool air hit my little pink titties there in front of everyone, so everyone could see, I fell to my knees in shaking dry heaves.

There I was, with only panties on, puking (or, rather, trying to puke) through my tears for all the world to see. Coughing and choking, I spasmed as my stomach lurched and lurched, and I shook and lurched like a dog in front of everyone. I was sick as shit! My crying came in loud gusts between empty heaves. My hands would go to my mouth and then to the floor. I tried to snap out of it, but I no longer had any control. EVEN MY BODY HAD BETRAYED ME! I shook with lust and shame and fear, and heaved, tears pouring out of my eyes, and nobody said a fucking word. They all just watched and watched.

Soon, I felt a cool hand on my brow. I looked, and through my tears and embarrassment, still with a few short heaves, I could see Julia. Her sweet face was looking directly at me with understanding and sympathy.

"Relax. Don't you understand? We've all been through this," she said comforting me. "A lot of girls and some of guys have even gotten sick. You're not alone." And she stroked my hair and back as I kept shallow heaving for several minutes and then settled down somewhat.

She was right. I shouldn't feel so bad. And to think, JULIA came over to comfort ME. Hell, I felt a better. I was still shaking some, after the heaves had passed, and still crying, but Julia had strengthened me. I felt better and was able to stand again, even though I was almost completely naked in front of a crowd of mostly strangers, all of whom were dressed to the teeth.

Bert looked at me, a little more sympathetically, I thought, but said only, "His shorts."

I gulped and wiped my face, pushing some of my tears aside, and let my shaking hands go top the sides of Jimmy's shorts. As I gripped the elastic, I seemed to feel that Jimmy was, perhaps uncontrollably, shoving his pelvis somewhat forward. I wanted to pull his shorts down fast, to get it over with, but before I started Bert told me to do it slowly, do I closed my eyes and started pulling them down. I could feel the tug of his boner as it caught in the elastic and the sudden release as it sprung free. I could hear some oh's and ah's from several girls. One even said, "Yum. Yum."

I was scared as shit, but I couldn't keep my eyes closed. There was his COCK! Still bouncing and swaying slightly right in front of my face. It was hard and strong, not as ridged as Steve's, not as dark as Bert's. It was a young, teenage cock with a bold pink, apple-shaped head, still a bit plump, with some baby fat on, but able to be firm. A bopping, muscled, mouthing cock beating a tattoo of lust into my heart. Scrolling a scrimshaw of hot sex on my Irish tooth. Fat and pink as a baby! BOY! YES, fans, IT'S A BABY BOY!

I was HAD! My sex drive was in forth, but my fear was in reverse. Where to go? Where to go?

"Off!" snapped Bert, and off they came. Jimmy stepped out of his shorts and stood there before me. I was on my knees. I simply couldn't move. I wanted to pop that fat little cock in my mouth and warm it up. It must be cold, I thought in my confusion of sexual lust. It must be looking for its mother! Here, honey, I thought, I'm over here. Just let me get my little lips around . . .

"Go ahead and touch it," Bert said.

I reached up and grabbed the baby's red head and squeezed. It was soft as a baby's cheeks. But warm and alive. It kept pulling up as I pulled slightly down. Wonderful! I wanted to nurse it. I wanted to nurse on it.

But then I realized where I was and let go, terribly ashamed for what I had done. I wanted to fuck it and every boy now knew. I wanted to stuff it in my mouth, feel it swirl over my tongue, jump like a goat and spit down my throat. Now everybody knew. I was a shameless slut! They could all see through me. I'll bet I blushed.

"Stand up!" Bert said.

I stood and Jimmy, on his own, now walked up to me and held me close to him. I could feel his whole body next to mine! He was BUCK NAKED and I only had on my little pink panties. He held me close, as if to comfort me, but I could feel his dick lurch against my tummy, and I think I could feel him push it around a bit.

He held and rubbed my young back, gradually letting his hands roam down to my ass. He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, rubbing them as he did. I felt one of his thumbs, outside my panties, go up and down my little ass crack.

All of a sudden I could see what he was trying to do! The darling boy was trying to take my mind off of my fear and shame and trying to make me hot so I wouldn't get sick again. He was stoking my furnace so the whole world wouldn't turn upside down. God, he was considerate! Most boys would only thinking about themselves at a time like this, but NOT JIMMY. He was trying to get me FUCKING HOT so I wouldn't be so freaking scared.

Then Jimmy slid down my little body, rubbing against me and feeling up my little titties and tummy and back, and grabbed my pretty pink panties from either side and began to pull them down slowly. When he got to the top of my cunt crack, he licked my belly and grabbed my ass. I WAS GOING PEOPLE! I thought, but I got real sacred and tried to pull away from Jimmy, but he pulled me back, squeezing my buns and shoving a thumb up and down my ass crack, almost down to my virgin butt hole, and I could feel myself push back against him as my body refused to do as my brain ordered. Then Jimmy exposed my little blond cunt for all to see and I could hear oh's and ah's from a bunch of the boys and, strange to say, from some of the girls, too, I think.

When I stepped out of my pink panties and Jimmy stepped back, to look at me, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, I realized we were both more naked than jaybirds (because jaybirds have feathers!) in front of ALL THESE FUCKING PEOPLE! I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there trembling and sobbing quietly while I felt myself juiced up sexually, really squirming inside and all. I kept my hands awkwardly to my sides and tried not to appear too dumb and look at the floor or close my eyes, but not face anyone either, but I found myself gazing directly at Jimmy's hard, apple-headed dick.

I was STUCK. Still crying a bit, hot as hell, stark naked in front of 40 teenage boys and girls, all of whom were dressed to the teeth, in suits and formal dresses, high heels, etc. And only a short time ago I had been at a fancy ball and I felt like I was in heaven. NOW here I was, embarrassed out of my mind, having cried and pleaded with the man I loved (and the man who now barked orders at Jimmy and me), having fallen to my knees in dry heaves, and having been stripped naked, piece by piece in front of the entire crowd to my eternal humiliation, and NOW I was looking down the loaded barrel of Jimmy's ripe cock! Jimmy, who at first had seemed as shy as I was, appeared to be more sexually aggressive as he stripped the last items from me, feeling me up and even licking the top of my crack and touching my titties and ass cheeks, but I believed then as now that he was only trying to help me get over the hump, so to speak, that he was trying to get me excited so that I would stop crying and worrying and being scared. He wanted to help, not like some boys who would only think of themselves at such a time.

"Suck him, Sue," Bert's voice was low but firm.

"What?" I had started crying a bit more again as I realized this affair was not going to be over with our disrobing.

"Suck his cock," Bert said, then, "Like I taught you."

Now I was even more embarrassed. Bert had talked about me sucking him in front of all these people! My crying was more pronounced, my shaking a bit more intense.

"Come on."

Jimmy sympathetically nodded encouragement to me. He was really trying to help me through this, a step at a time. He walked over to me and held me by my shoulders in a brotherly sort of way, but his dick poked me in the stomach and he moved it around a bit on my soft skin as he held me. "Go on, baby, you can do it." He took my hand and brought it too his prick, and as he kissed me lightly on the lips, I couldn't help but squeeze his cock softly and give it a few tentative pumps.

BOY it was something! Hot and hard, but smooth with, as I said before, a bit of baby fat still on it. I was HEATIN' UP FAST! But I still didn't want to get down there on the floor and suck his cock in front of all those people.

We just stood there for almost a minute softly kissing me while I was still crying and lightly pumping his cock as he pushed it back and forth, touching and rubbing it on my stomach occasionally. I was getting hotter and hotter, but at the same time I was scared, because I knew I'd have to DO IT. I'd have to kneel down, buck naked, and suck a boy's cock in front of a bunch of people. Yet, and this was the first time I think I realized it, the humiliation was adding to my sexual heat. I mean, I really didn't want to suck a cock in front of people, but . . . well, I really did, too. (Maybe that's why I'm writing my sexual autobiography biography-the humiliation itself seems to do something for me . . . I don't know what.) I just knew I was really scared but that I also REALLY wanted to taste that cock.

I grabbed it from behind the head and, in front of all those kids, started shamelessly rubbing it all over my belly while I began kissing Jimmy harder and then frenching him with my tongue and his squirreling around and then me squirming a bit against him. I was still was crying a bit, but I started sliding down Jimmy's hard body, still squirming a bit, trying to rub against his naked skin. When I got my titties to cock level, I couldn't help but stop for a moment and rub the fatty ripe head over both of them. GOD, that felt naughty. And nice. I slid down to my knees and just looked at it for a minute. Jimmy was still pumping into my hand a bit, his hips going back and forth a bit, his breathing shallow.

"Oh, yeah," he said.

I think he was really into it now, and I was so grateful for him getting me hot that, even though I was still scared, I licked the tip of the soft apple head while still pumping him. GOD, it was nice! Then, to my ever-lasting shame, I let my little lips circle the head and let the head slide softly into my mouth. JESUS! IT WAS FANTASTIC. What a great cock! I grabbed Jimmy's butt with one hand and reeled him in, squeezing his buns. I got two then three and four inches in while my hand still worked him over. I remembered to swirl my tongue under the head of his cock, a sweet cherry of flesh, and I remembered to licked him further down, keeping my lips real moist and tight, waving and wagging my tongue back and forth on the underside, and softly moaning. Bert had taught me and taught me well. And I knew I was so far into it that my ass was swirling around in the air behind me and my pussy was sticking out and everyone could probably see it.