Perfect Streak (6 page)

“
This is too good to keep
to just ourselves!” proclaimed Danny. “Head for the goal line!”
With that, the boys took off at a trot with their captive’s bare,
swollen pussy near the head of the charge.

Hildy’s energy was just
about spent. She could do nothing but go for the ride as the boys
carried her up the five steps and into the corridor where dozens of
excited people were now milling about. Dr. Zabrinski’s impassioned
attempts to restore order to the Assembly Hall seemed to be an
exercise in futility. Passing an open Assembly Hall door, Hildy
heard the provost’s pleas of “Everyone remain seated!” going
unheeded as dozens left the room in short order. All Dr. Zabrinski
had to offer was a boring awards ceremony that almost no one
enjoyed sitting through. Outside the Hall were four naked girls. It
was only too obvious which won the hearts and minds of the
crowd.

The people in the hallway
began to shout and applaud the moment they saw the naked girl being
carried toward them. Their shouts alerted the people still inside
the Assembly Hall that more fun awaited them outside, and in an
instant a throng began to push its way into the corridor to see
what they assumed was the streak show’s second act.

Hildy’s jaw dropped so low
that she actually heard it click. Her eyes sprang open so wide that
she imagined they must have resembled two pennies resting squarely
in the middle of two white poker chips. She flushed bright crimson
all the way down to her bare toes. Directly before her was a sight
so astounding even the movies could not have topped it. Pouring
into the corridor were hundreds upon hundreds of her fellow
classmates. The corridor outside the front of the Assembly Hall was
built extra large to serve as a lobby and box office area during
public performances, so it accommodated the growing crowd
reasonably if not comfortably. It was the same crowd she had
beckoned with glee earlier to look at her tits and cunt. However,
this time she appeared without the key ingredient that made the
prior performance an exhilarating hoot. She was without her paper
bag. Now her friends, classmates, crushes, and enemies were seeing
her naked tits, naked ass, and naked pussy,
with her naked face
! And this time
the cell phone cameras were out.

Click! Click!
Click-click-click-click-click-click!

A few of the girls who
carried small digital cameras in their purses had those out,
shooting with flash for what would be good quality images that
could later be reproduced on computers and on the
Internet.

Flash! Flash!
Flash-flash-flash-flash!

And there were videos
being recorded. Not the video that was shot from a distance in the
back of the Assembly Hall, but cell phone videos that could zoom in
so close you could practically see right up her cunt. And, of
course, this time they all had her face in them. Captured for all
posterity—Hildy Bowlers naked from every angle.

The last of the crowd from
the Assembly Hall pushed its way into the corridor. Now everyone
had a viewing of Hildy’s live, unintended, non-anonymous nudie
show. She was hoisted higher for everyone to get a better look. As
a result of the sexual stimulation, she could see her tits were
enlarged, her nipples stood out like bullets, and her pussy was so
swollen that her cunt lips almost resembled two small pancakes
spreading out from a gaping chasm of dark pink.

Hildy saw delight in every
witness’s face. To her surprise, even the straight girls seemed to
be into it. She’d expect the lesbians to be happy with the sight of
a pretty, naked girl displayed spread eagle before them. But the
hetero girls’ faces showed what seemed to be the same unmitigated
jubilation. They weren’t sexually turned on by the sight of a naked
female. Still, being schoolgirls, they delighted in the
humiliation—the self-made, self-imposed humiliation of one of their
own. Hildy knew exactly what they were thinking.

Here was a girl who
thought she was such a sight to see that she exposed her nude body
to everyone. Then to have it all blow up on her and have to endure
a public parading in all her embarrassing naked glory!
Oh my God! How embarrassing for her! How utterly,
unbelievably embarrassing!

And—oh!—Hildy could only
imagine the expression that must have been on her own face! She was
giving the live nudie show to end all live nudie
shows!—
reluctantlyagainst her
will!

Hildy could do
nothing—nothing other than take it all in. It was worse than the
movie. Much, much worse. As she underwent her massive humiliation,
the words kept going through her mind over and over:
I’m bare-pussy! I’m bare-pussy! I’m
bare-pussy!

Without warning, Hildy
heard an unearthly scream break through the raucous crowd noises.
Even more disturbing to Hildy, that scream was coming out of her.
She couldn’t help herself. The sound that forced its way from the
pit of her stomach, past her tonsils, and out her gaping mouth was
a long, loud, undeniably crowd pleasing
“Whoah-oh-ooooooooooh-oh-oh-aaah-aaaaahhh!!!”

Hildy kept right on
screaming, one long holler after another. She had no control over
it. She couldn’t stop. The screams just kept coming. Tears rolled
down her face. She was sobbing, much to the delight of the crowd
that must have recognized the wonderful irony. This girl had chosen
to take off every stitch she had on in order to be naked in front
of her classmates, and now she cried about it. She was undergoing
the most incredible humiliation imaginable, and she brought it all
on herself.

It was all being captured
on video, including the video camera that had earlier been in the
back of the Assembly Hall and now had its red eye trained on the
screaming naked girl. The crowd loved it. They howled and egged on
more.

“
Way to let it all hang
out, Hildy!”

“
Love your
outfit!”

“
Just didn’t have a thing
to wear?”

Hildy was still in the
midst of screaming when an unmistakable sensation began to make its
presence known in her groin. She knew what this meant. She had
masturbated so many times to the fantasy of being naked in public
that she was now having an automatic reaction. If possible, Hildy
felt her eyelids stretch even wider. She involuntarily spread her
legs farther apart, and she arched her pussy as high up as she was
able within the constraints of the tight hold her captors had on
her limbs. She couldn’t help herself. It was as though her pussy
had taken control of her body.

“
Holy shit! She’s coming!”
announced a girl in the crowd.

And indeed she did. Hildy
came in front of the whole school.

“
Aaahhh!! Aaahhh!!
Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!
” she grunted. The sounds
were accompanied by the
orgasm
faces
she witnessed on herself in the
mirror the previous night. Now she was performing them for an
audience that would forever know Hildy Bowlers’
climatic face facial expression
. The
scrunched up eyes. The “O” shaped mouth. The flared
nostrils.

By the time the orgasm
subsided, Hildy felt as though she might pass out. She might have,
except that she was jostled back to her senses when her captors
lowered her a bit and turned her in the opposite
direction.

“
What else?” moaned
Hildy.

That’s when she saw two
big, jiggling tits and a wide-open, hairy pussy coming straight for
her. It was Dara being carried in by four of her own band of
captors.

* * * *

Of the streakers, Dara got
caught first. It was her terror filled scream that filled the
corridor earlier while Hildy still tried to escape. As with Hildy,
Dara’s captors had ripped off her paper bag and enjoyed fun-filled
play with the bare-ass girl in their grasp. They rushed her to a
place in the hallway where there was room for others to crowd
around and take a gander. The camera phones were out and snapping
away. Dara screamed for them to stop. They didn’t. Then came a
moment so humiliating that Dara felt she almost couldn’t tolerate
it—as if she had any choice. She saw between her outstretched,
parted thighs her own younger brother, Darren standing before her
with a camera phone aimed and ready.

“
Don’t you dare!” shrieked
Dara. “Don’t you…!”

It was too late. The giddy
Darren snapped a photo of his sister in the nude. He snapped some
more before being shoved aside by other eager
shutterbugs.

No fucking way!
the helpless girl cringed. Her own kid brother
now had pictures of her being carried naked and spread eagle
through school! All the years she spent making sure to lock the
bathroom door and not to parade around disrobed where her snoopy
brother might get a cheap thrill at her expense—all of it gone up
in smoke! Her brother could now gawk at his big sister’s big ol’
titties and hairy ol’ pussy anytime he wanted. And he could share
it with all of his friends. And all of
her
friends, as well!
Oh, the humiliation!
Not
to mention the conversation there’s going to be with Mom and
Dad!

* * * *

Hildy had gotten Dara into
this mess. Now there was nothing she could do to help her friend
who cried and pleaded for someone to give her some clothes—a plea
to which no one paid the slightest attention. Hildy’s own pleas for
mercy were equally disregarded. The sight of the two naked girls
together seemed to rejuvenate the crowd, which demanded further
entertainment. It didn’t take long for someone to suggest the
obvious thing to do with two naked girls.

“
Push ‘em
together!”

The two teams of captors
charged head on toward each other. More accurately, it was a
pussy-first
charge. They
manipulated the legs around each other in order to press the girls
together at the crotch. The captor boys began a quick up and down
movement of the girls’ bodies so as to mash and rub one pussy into
the other. It had become a girl-on-girl sex show.

The electrified crowd
chanted. “Snatch to snatch! Snatch to snatch! Snatch to
snatch!”

Hildy and Dara’s aroused
and swollen cunt lips penetrated deep within the folds of each
other’s now meaty, wet twats, rubbing hard against their clits.
They scissored each other—
just like a
couple of lezzies
!

Unable to pull back or
fully turn her head away from the confined girl right before her,
Hildy could only stare at her nude friend. The frenetic bouncing
motion created by the boys rubbing the girls together at their
cunts caused their tits to jiggle like four water balloons on a
pogo stick. Dara’s big melons flopped about particularly heavily.
But even Hildy’s less voluminous pair was bopping about in a
circular motion that resembled a stripper’s gyrating tassels
routine. As is typical of girls who are sexually aroused, both
girls’ tits had responded by swelling even larger in
size.

“
Hey!” called out one
observant boy. “They’re getting’ turned on lookin’ at each other’s
boobs!”

Hildy and Dara were
straight girls. But the quivering tits were then the most
pronounced objects in each girl’s immediate line of sight, and
those tantalizing knockers worked their magic. Hildy couldn’t deny
to herself what was happening. Dara’s jiggling, swollen orbs did a
naughty dance right in her face and despite her natural
inclinations, Hildy was unable to control the mental arousal the
vision of her friend’s bouncing funbags created. There was a
perverted, forbidden kind of sexiness about it. Combined with the
physical stimulation of their mutually rubbing pussies, she started
to feel a familiar stirring radiating from her genitals. What’s
more, she could tell by Dara’s scrunched up face that her friend
was experiencing the same reaction. They were fucking each other to
orgasm.

Shit!
Hildy thought.
Are we actually
turning lezzie?

“
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!”
they groaned
from their quivering mouths.

Now, in addition to
knowing what they looked like naked, everyone would also know their
“fuck faces.”
Was there no end to the
humiliation?!

“
PUT ‘EM DOWN!” thundered
the furious voice of Dr. Zabrinski.

The gyrating came to an
abrupt halt, and a wave of fear could be sensed rippling through
the crowd, bringing it to near silence in less than five seconds.
Only Dr. Z could overpower a mob with three short words. Only she
could cut through the tightly packed student body that had worked
with diligence to muscle out any of the other faculty members who
tried to come to the nude girls’ rescue.

The boys lowered Hildy and
Dara to the floor. Both girls were unsteady on their feet and
needed to hold onto each other just to keep from falling
over.

“
My office!” Dr. Z growled
at the two crying, nude girls shaking before her. “Now!”

The girls were out of
options. Shamefully—and, at this point, purposelessly—they both
placed arms and hands over their tits and pussies and followed the
provost to her office while parting cheers echoed from their randy
classmates.