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Suzy’s College EntrepreneurialismAs a young woman at college in the late sixties, I soon became aware of the power I could exert over guys of my own age! Although this was supposed to be “the swingin’ sixties”, anything of a sexual nature has passed my small village by. I was the sort of person who liked to study what was going on around me though, so when I got to college, as a virgin, I was intrigued to explore aspects of sex for the first time. I guess it was due to having an elder brother and hanging around with him and his mates as I grew up but I had been learning all the time. In general I had been allowed to play with my brothers and his pals, I was a bit of a tomboy and they didn’t mind having me along as we climbed trees and made camps together. I eavesdropped a lot on their conversations though and I discovered how important fantasies about girls were to them. I also discovered the various girlie mags they shared with each other – easy really, since my brother hid his under his bed in an old toy box. I learned exactly what turned them on, whether it was sexy underwear, bosoms, the promise of seeing a hairy fanny (in those days girlie mags were very tame indeed) and of course of actually touching, seeing and eventually fucking a pussy…. They would talk for hours about their fantasies and I overheard much that would be of later use.I was also testing out my emerging theories, that I could benefit from the power I, and girls generally, had, having fun with situations where I could tease and explore the effects I was having on guys. Occasionally I would deliberately let a lad see my panties – just a little peek. He would think it was entirely accidental, but I was testing and testing reactions. I noticed how a guy would position himself near a girl who he thought he may be able to catch unaware, how guys would let girls get on the bus home first, then follow them up the stairs to the upper deck, trying to look up at their panties. How they would hang around outside girls changing rooms, how they’d get a girl to reach for something or bend over to pick something up.I got very good at fulfilling some of these fantasies myself. Once at college a guy was standing by a lab bench with his hand flat on the surface and I bent over putting my breast over it as I pretended to reach for a book. He thought that was an accident! I became adept at going up to a guy and saying his tie needed straightening in a way that let him see down at my bra. It was great fun seeing the reaction.Miniskirts were not allowed at college, but most of us girls ignored this by rolling over the waist-bands of our skirts to make them shorter. In the late sixties in winter I would wear tights with a panty-girdle over the top and would sit opposite a boy in discussions and let my skirt ride up so he could see the gusset as I moved my legs slightly – this would usually happen while he was speaking or asking a question and it was great to hear him stutter and lose his train of thought.After a few weeks at college I had ratcheted up a gear. In summer, on the college field at breaktime, I would remove my knickers and would give tantalising glimpses of my bottom – just short enough to make my subject wonder if he had really seen what he thought and hoped he’d seen.This was all well and good, and I had fun with it, but I wanted more – I loved the reaction my teasing was generating, but I was beginning to feel horny myself, seeing the power I exerted was not enough. So I chose my first victim. Dave was a slightly geeky guy, not one of the elite sportsmen (who had serious ego problems) but a nice shy boy. I quite fancied him and thought he’d make a good subject. One lunchtime I contrived to be sitting and talking to him in a corner of the college field about our upcoming history exam. I knew he fancied me and he had responded well on earlier occasions when I’d “accidentally” let him see down my blouse. I was wearing a summer dress, and had “forgotten” my panties. He was sitting on the grass alongside me as I went to my bag to retrieve a history book, bending rather more than was necessary. I assumed he was watching and he would have seen quite a bit of arse-cheek. Then I sat back down carelessly, one leg flat on the grass and tucked under me, the other upright so I could lean on it. This allowed him to see right up my hairy pubes from the angle he was sitting, though it still looked accidental. He swallowed hard.“Err Suzy, I think you should be careful sitting like that,” he stammered.“Oh? Why’s that, Dave?”“Well you don’t seem to be wearing any knickers and I can see your, you know…”“Oh, that’s OK. I often don’t bother with knickers on nice hot days. I like to air to get to me. Is it a problem for you?” And as I said this, I reached down and touched my mound with my fingers. “I find that knickers make me itchy sometimes too. I’m sorry if it worries you, shall I go?”“Oh god no, don’t do that Suzy! Its fine by me, I like looking at your, your… hairy bit. In fact I love it. I just thought you may not be happy that I could see it. I’ve never seen one before…” He was fiddling with the front of his trousers, which I knew from earlier research that he had an erection.“Well I don’t think I’ve let any lads see mine before. I’m glad you like it. Would you like to see more?”“Oh gosh, yes please!”So, looking around to ensure no-one was nearby, I sat back with an arm supporting me and lay my legs out flat on the grass. Then I slowly hitched up my skirt until my hairy pussy was exposed. Dave was transfixed and focused completely on my little triangle while I gently opened my legs further, leant back a little more and then raised my knees. I was getting wet down there, and feeling very sexy, but it was nothing to what Dave was clearly experiencing – he was bright read and sweating, a great bulge in his school trousers and breathing very deeply and quickly. He looked like he was going to faint. With my free hand I reached down, thinking I’d expose my pussy lips and open them up for him, when…“Oh shit!” he said and I could see his hips thrusting involuntarily and a wet patch appeared at his flies. “Oh shit, I’ve cum in my pants!”It was my turn to be transfixed. I’d made a boy ejaculate without touching him, just by almost showing him my most secret parts. I was feeling extremely horny at this, and was nearly on the point of rubbing my pussy, there, on the field!Dave looked mortified at himself, picked up his bag and held it in front of himself as he ran. “Sorry Suzy…really sorry,” he said as he went.“Its OK Dave!” I shouted but he had run off in the direction of the gents toilets. I took a deep breath and adjusted my dress before I too left the field. “Now what?” I thought.——–ooooo——–Over the ensuing days Dave kept well away from güvenilir bahis me, even though I was itching to chat to him about his reaction. If he caught my eye, he’d go red and slink away, but one day I managed to way-lay him on the way to the bus-stop. I sidled up next to him as he walked and, after making him jump with surprise and embarrassment, I asked him what the matter was and whether he regretted my little show?“Oh no Suzy, it was fantastic, but I felt so bad at cumming in my pants. I thought you’d be disgusted at me and wouldn’t ever want to talk to me again. I felt like I’d ruined something lovely. I can’t stop myself thinking about how wonderful it was to see your furry bits, but then I remember how awful I felt when I ejaculated and it spoils it for me.”“You silly sausage,” I smiled, “I don’t mind. I was just amazed what an effect it had on you. I know boys like to see girls without their clothes on, and I know all my friends will certainly not let a boy see them like that, but I hadn’t realised just how desperate you lads are to see it! And I hadn’t really showed you much anyway really!”“Well my friends and I do swap girlie mags between us, but they are so frustrating – they show girls boobs but nothing ‘down there’. You letting me see yours was so exciting I just couldn’t help it – in fact just thinking about it now is in danger of making me cum again in my pants!” He looked very sheepish.“Have you told anyone about what happened, your friends?”“No. I wanted to, but couldn’t face telling them about me messing up. They’d all be really jealous but they’d make fun of me. I’d look a right fool.”An idea rapidly formed in my brain. “Would they like to see my hairy fanny do you think?”“Goodness yes!” said Dave.“Well I wouldn’t want to show it to anyone just like that,” I said, “there’d have to be something in it for me. How many of your friends would come along if you asked them if they wanted to see inside my knickers?”“Well, Pete, Phil, Tony and probably Mike would – they’re all like me – no girlfriends and desperate! What are you suggesting?”“Well I think that if it was worth my while, they could come along with you and I could show them what I showed you – but I’d have to get paid for it. I get 30 shillings a day working on Saturdays at the chemist, so I think if the five of you could get, say three pounds together between you, I could do a little private show. What do you think?”Dave swallowed. “I think they’d be up for that. I certainly would, Suzy. Where would you do it?”“Where do you lot meet and talk about girlie mags then?”“Usually at my house, in my bedroom. My mum keeps out of the way cos its just us boys listening to records and talking. I suppose I could sneak you in when she’s in the kitchen. Could you do that?”“Yes, as long as you make sure they’re well-behaved. I don’t want anyone touching me, so you’d better make sure they don’t – if I scream I don’t think your mum will be happy?”“Good grief no. OK I’ll make sure that’s all right. Shall I get it organised then?”“Yes, do that, but for Christ’s sake keep it just between ourselves. I don’t want gatecrashers, or that’ll be it. And your mates won’t want others muscling in either will they? Let me know when its all agreed, and remember I want three pounds!”That was it – I’d committed myself now, but I wasn’t unsure, now that I’d thought about it, and the money I’d be getting…. I started to look forward to seeing the effect I would have on Dave and his mates!——–ooooo——–Next day Dave made a bee-line for me at the mid-morning break. His pals were chomping at the bit, he said and would pay me the three pounds if I did as I promised. Could I come to his place that evening? No problem.After my dinner at home I left to go out “to see some friends” and went over to Dave’s house – just a short bus ride away. The deal was that I’d meet his friend Pete down the road and he would then go into Dave’s hose and when the coast was clear (i.e. Dave’s mum in the kitchen) one of them would come down and let me in – then I had to go straight up to Dave’s bedroom. (It would have been so much easier of mobile phones had been invented then!) It all went well and I arrived to find all five of them sitting on Dave’s bed or on the floor. They all had a hungry look in their eyes.“Hand over the cash then!” I said by way of greeting. “And keep your own hands to yourselves! I know you’re all a bunch of randy frustrated perverts but I’m a generous girl and I’ve taken pity on you!” This was actually pretty true, I did feel a bit sorry for them – it must have been hell being a boy in those days – no internet porn, no access to hardcore porn like nowadays. Even girlie mags only really showed what Page 3 of The Sun showed. No wonder they were frustrated. Victims of male sexuality… themselves!Dave handed me the money and I checked it before putting it into my purse. “What are you going to do then, Suzy?” one of them asked.“Didn’t Dave tell you? I’m going to take off my knickers for you! What did you expect?”“Well,” said Pete, “I think we didn’t really believe you would, but you’re here so that’s good. Can we see your tits as well?”“I prefer boobs,” I replied. “But, OK, that’s fine”. And with that, standing at one end of the bedroom, I slowly took off my jacket and hung it up on a hook on the back of the door. Then I began to undo the buttons on my blouse. I looked straight into each of their eyes in turn and they began fidgeting where they sat, surreptitiously putting their hands on their trouser fronts. I did this as slowly as possible until all the buttons were open and the blouse loose, showing just a narrow line of my chest and the middle of my white bra (I only had white bras…). I was just about to open the blouse when I realised I could make more of a show of this, and heighten the pleasure and anticipation for the boys, so I turned my back on them as I removed it and let it drop to the floor. There was shuffling behind me as they were confronted with my back and the back of my bra. I could hear heavy breathing and whispers of “wow” and “don’t know if I can stand this”. Then I turned towards them, stretched out my arms and asked them if they liked my pretty underwear.“Oh yes its great”, said Tony, “are you going to take it off?”“All in good time – you really are impatient aren’t you? You lot are so needy. Mind you I think all boys are. No wonder girls won’t show you what you want, you almost ruin it by being so desperate!”“Well we are desperate!” Tony replied. “We cant help it, girls tease us so much, our willies have a mind of their own, girlie mags are rubbish. We only want to look for God’s sake!”“And you are getting a look now aren’t you, so calm down and enjoy it – I’m not running off just yet, relax.” As I said this I reached behind türkçe bahis myself and began to unhook my bra. I suppose I should tell you about the bra, but there really isn’t much to say about it – it was, to be honest, boring. Plain white Marks and Spencer cotton. My mum would never have let me buy anything that she would have called exotic, or you would call sexy, so the delights of push-up bras, underwired bras, coloured bras and so on were not available to me. Or the boys. But they didn’t seem to mind. My boobs were quite pert in those days, and still growing. I was a 36B, and I fitted my bra quite well, possibly it was a little tight for me. I knew the boys had seen plenty of pictures of breasts, but was guessing they hadn’t seen real ones and judging by the attention focused on them I was right. Five sets of eyes were boring into my chest as I held the cups over my boobs then let them fall away.“Oh fantastic” shouted someone only to be hushed by Dave, “Shhh, don’t let my mum hear!” Then some more whispered appreciation as they looked at my nipples. I moved a little closer to them all so they could see better, and they certainly took advantage by leaning forward, but they remained well-behaved as promised.“Can we see them from the side?” I obliged. “Can you let them hang down a bit, you know, sort of bend forward?” I did so, then cupped them with one hand so they could get a sense of the size. I continued to play with them for the boys benefit, squeezing them a little, then diddling the nipples with a finger, describing a circle around the areolae. I noticed one or two of Dave’s pals had their hands in their pockets and seemed to be rubbing themselves. I didn’t comment. After a minute or two I sensed they were ready for more and decided to put the bra back on. If I was going to show them “down there” I didn’t want to be completely nude, maybe Dave’s mum might just appear or something and that would be difficult to handle.“What are you doing Suzy, you promised we’d see your furry front?” said Dave.“Its OK, I’m not going, but its sexier if I have some clothes on – I promise that!” I made the act of putting my bra back on as sexy as I could, leaning forward so my boobs dropped into the bra cups, then turning my back as I reached for the clasp. Then I put the blouse back on too, leaving most buttons undone and let each in turn have a look down the front, but with no touching, though I guessed they would be itching to get their hands on them.“Right then,” I said, “this is what you’ve come to see, so sit tight now. Don’t get over-excited!”This evening, although it was still summer, I had decided, for show purposes, not to be bare-legged, so, on top of my knickers I was wearing plain tan tights and a shiny nylon panty-girdle. In those days, that was what you did. We didn’t wear stockings anymore, not in the swinging sixties with mini-skirts so fashionable, and our mothers made sure they were always well supported and covered, hence the panty-girdle. Over the tights I had long black plastic boots.I turned my back on the lads again and bent forward from the waist so that my miniskirt hem rose up showing more and more of the back of my thighs. “Touch your toes, Suzy” hissed one wag. I knew what he was up to, and so I did as he suggested. There was a collective intake of breath as my skirt rode up higher and my panty-girdle-clad bottom came into view. “Do you like looking up girls’ skirts then?” I asked. “I like looking up your skirt, Suzy!”I stood back up. Some moans. Then I sat on the floor with my back to the wall and bent my legs with my knees in front of me. My skirt was bunched up but the back of it was on the floor. Then I moved my feet apart and opened my knees a little so they could see up the skirt and my panty-girdle gusset was visible. “Oh, now that is really nice!” breathed Pete. Murmurs of agreement. I pulled my skirt up so they could see properly, then stood back up and unzipped the skirt, kicking it off. I stood there in my blouse and, skirtless, they could see all my tights and the panty-gridle to my waist. I twirled round so they could admire my nylon-clad bottom. I bent forward again to touch my toes. I could feel the temperature of the room getting higher. I could see some of the boys rubbing themselves more openly now.“Don’t get too excited!” I whispered. Then I had an idea. I found myself thinking about the money I was getting for this – equivalent of two Saturdays at the chemist shop, and thought how good it could be if it was a regular thing – would they be prepared to pay more in future? So I said “Look, I know I said you are not to touch, just look, but I’m prepared to give Dave a little treat for organising this and letting us into his bedroom for it, so, just this once Dave, come over here and take my panty-girdle off for me will you?”He was over like a shot. “No funny tricks, Dave, just grab each side and slip them off me, OK?” He gulped and with trembling hands put them on my waist and held me quite gently. Then he slowly began to pull them down my tights. They are quite a good fit, so it took a little effort, but they gradually descended down my legs, and I put a hand on his shoulder as I stepped out of them. “Your legs are really hot, Suzy, I can feel the heat coming off them. I’d love to touch them! Can I?”“Well, you didn’t try any funny stuff so I suppose I can allow a little touch, just a treat for you. Give me a hand.” Dave held a hand out to me as I stood there in my tights, my plain white M and S panties visible through the nylon. I took his hand and opened my legs a little, guiding his palm onto my inner upper thigh, about six inches below my crotch. I held it there as he coloured up into a deep beetroot and used his other hand to adjust himself in his jeans.“You REALLY like this don’t you Dave?” I grinned at the boys and they grinned back, but jealously. I held it in place longer so he could feel the heat off my legs and from my gusset. “Imagine putting your hands between my legs eh, lads! Would that make you cum do you think?” I glanced at Dave and gave him a secret wink, he went redder, if that was possible… “Imagine running your hands up my legs, then rubbing my panty gusset, then putting your hands inside my knickers…”One of the boys was getting beside himself and I saw him unzip his flies and begin to get his tool out. “You can put THAT away right this minute, we’re NOT doing anything like THAT today thank you…” I told him, and he fumbled it back and zipped up. But I hoped that the “today” was noticed….“OK Dave, that’s enough for today,” I smiled, “I think your friends are ready aren’t you, boys?”“Oh yes, Suzy, let’s have a look, we can’t wait much longer,” said Pete who seemed to have become the spokesman. So I took off my boots and started to pull güvenilir bahis siteleri down my tights – that got them interested OK. Not the most seductive of moves I thought to myself as I held the door handle for support and balance on one leg as I peeled them off. Anyway, I was finally standing there naked from the waist down apart from my panties. Very appreciated.“Now, just in case your mum comes in, I’m putting my skirt back on – don’t worry, you wont miss anything!” This was true but I also thought it was sexier to be partly clothed and to tease them a little when I eventually showed all. I also put my boots back on and stuffed the tights into my handbag. But I lifted the hem of my skirt up so they could see my knickers – I’m not that mean. “Now look at my nice knickers, that’s all that stands between you and what you’re longing to see isn’t it?” I teased, pulling up the skirt at the back now and showing my bottom. “If I go like this I bet you like it even more don’t you?” and I moved my feet apart about 18 inches and bent forward to touch my toes again. “Can you see my panty-gusset? Do you like how it’s stretched over my private parts? All my bottom crack is in there, and my hairy fanny. You like it don’t you? I know this is your fantasy, isn’t it?” Then I reached under myself and ran a finger along my gusset. “Can you imagine how nice it would be if you were doing this?” No-one spoke but the silence was palpable, you could hear a pin drop, and some quite heavy breathing from my little audience. It was time to put them out of their misery. I let my skirt drop and, with my back still to them, I reached for my panties and deftly took them down and stepped out of them. Now they gasped in unison, they knew my pubic area was completely bare now. I turned around and stared at them as slowly, so really teasingly slowly, bit by bit, I began to raise the skirt again. Inch by inch. I had my legs together and gradually I reached “see-level” the bottom of my furry triangle came into view. “Oh fuck..” said Pete. “Don’t stop!” said Dave.I didn’t. I just kept raising my skirt until my entire pubic triangle was on display. There was a lot of trouser and jeans rubbing going on now. “Wow let’s see your bottom please Suzy” asked Dave, so I turned round to oblige. One of the boys began to exclaim and looked super embarrassed at his lap. I knew from previous experience what he’d just done – or I’d made him do – but I looked away to spare further blushes. He was certainly satisfied.But I was getting fed up with holding my skirt bunched up in my hand so I sat down again and leant against the wall. Once again I pulled the skirt up and bent my knees, then I lazily let my legs fall open so they could see my crotch, unadorned now, external pussy lips fully on show. “Now I think that’s what you wanted to see isn’t it? Do you like my little pussy? You can come a bit closer if you like… Hey careful, not too close, let everyone have a look!” I was feeling extremely turned on myself now, seeing the effect I was having. “I think you boys would like a lesson in female anatomy. Stand clear and let me lay on Dave’s bed.”I got up, smoothed my skirt down and sat myself on the bed, then I told them all to sit opposite me on the floor and stay there. Then I settled back and lifted my legs onto the bed, knees bent again, pulled my skirt up to my waist and opened up fully – they stared at my blatantly rude display. I felt myself getting wet. I pulled my legs back onto my chest and felt my pussy opening wider and wider. I knew now that all my inner and outer lips were splayed for their examination. “Can you see up me all right boys – nice isn’t it.”“Oh shit!” said one of them, “I’ve cum off. Oh bloody hell!” Another one for me I thought! I could feel juices running out of me.I pulled my lips open a little more and put a finger lightly on my clitoris, touching it so lightly and delicately I was in danger of cumming myself. “Can you see my little love button – that’s what a girl likes to have rubbed, that’s how you bring a girl off. See my pee-hole, that’s where my wee comes out, see it? See how wet I am, that’s because I’m enjoying seeing you lot excited. Now… when I do this..” and I moved my bottom to the edge of the bed, right in front of their faces, lifted my bum up a bit as I bent my legs further back and apart.. “you can see my bum-hole too. What do you think about that? Its rude isn’t it, more than you ever hoped isn’t it? Isn’t it?”“Fuck yes, Suzy! Oh fuck its lovely! Oh blimey!” said Pete and he unzipped his jeans, got his erect penis out, held it and gave it one rub then just shot what seemed like pints of cum out into the room, some going on the carpet, some onto the bed next to me. “Oh shit, sorry everyone, just had to do that. Fantastic. Sorry Suzy, I know what you said but you’re so lovely, so sexy. Couldn’t help it. Really. Just couldn’t help it!”Then Dave and the other lad, who had either not brought himself off yet, or had not yet cum in his pants, both followed suit, getting their willies out and wanking off – just like that! Bloody hell – they were so overcome with lust they didn’t care who saw them, or what effect it might have on the furniture! They just spurted out. I was fascinated to see how engorged they were and how the spunk just exploded out of them. It was disgusting but exciting at the same time. I didn’t say anything. I tried to look disapprovingly at them, but just remained as I was, legs akimbo and displaying everything I had. In fact I decided to give them a final treat and pulled open my blouse and lifted my bra off my boobs so they could see my nipples again. I was still on the verge of orgasm but told myself not to cum – that would have meant a loss of control. I’d wank off myself later at home thinking about this evening, I didn’t want them to think I needed this almost as much as they did. I told myself it was just for the money. But I’m not sure I was feeling that now.The guys were all exhausted but ecstatic. It was time to go. They wanted me to stay, of course. “Maybe you could do something else? Can I touch you, Suzy? Can I lick you? Can I put a finger in you Suzy? Can I feel your tits? Can we undress you, then? Can we feel you through your panties? ….” They were really randy little sods and I told them so. No! No! No! That wasn’t what we agreed. You got more than your money’s worth. “But Suzy! You cant leave us like that. We must have another show! Please Suzy, please!”“I’ll think about it – perhaps I’ll allow one or two of you to go further – but it’ll cost you! I’ll talk to Dave about it soon.” I got myself dressed and looking acceptable. I put my knickers in my handbag along with my tights, put my jacket on and left them, after they checked that Dave’s mum was safely engrossed in a TV programme. I caught the bus home, feeling quite horny without my tights or knickers on, but decided not to go onto the upper deck. Just in case. Fortunately my mother didn’t notice my bare legs when I got home.——–ooooo——–

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