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From: "Billy Forrest" <bforrest@hushmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Towel {B Forrest} (MF bd humil)
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Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2004 17:10:02 -0500
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TOWEL

by Billy Forrest


Carl had recently met Amy, a beautiful blonde who loved to play in bed
and also loved to go for walks. In the nude. Carl liked the bed part,

and Amy hoped he would learn to enjoy the walking part as well.

They found a resort on the coast in a wooded area, a bit expensive,
where the management was anxious to cater to customers' tastes and not
wont to interfere. It was on a small private island, only an island by
virtue of a narrow seldom-used boat channel. Perfect for comfortable
bedding, also nice for private walks. There were hardly any other
guests, and those few were there mostly for indoor sports. A few yards
from the lodge, a path through the woods led into a network of trails
which no one else was using.
 
On such a walk on one warm day, Carl and Amy found themselves by the
channel.
 
"Let's swim across," suggested Amy.

"We don't have towels," replied Carl.

"We can drip dry. Come on!" and with that, she jumped into the water
and swam to the other side. Carl reluctantly followed. Both stood on
the other side, soaking wet.

The path on the other side was more traveled and not on a private
island.

"Now let's swim back," suggested Carl. But Amy saw a path into the
woods which seemed mostly unused and which seemed to provide adequate
concealment. She stepped onto the path, went a few feet, and
disappeared.

Carl, not wanting a lonely swim back to the empty hotel room, joined
her.

"Now let's swim back," he pressed.
 
"If you can catch me!" called Amy, who began to run. She was used to
running in the nude with bare feet. Carl was not.

The wind rose, and clouds began visibly moving across the sky. Amy ran
ahead. Carl tried to catch up but Amy was easily able to stay ahead of
him. She seemed unconcerned that the woods were thinning out, making
them more visible, and that the weather was deteriorating. Carl could
not call out to her without risking calling attention to himself, nor
could he stop and go back.

Amy finally stopped running and looked up, slightly out of breath. Carl
caught her and looked down, admiring her figure. Neither was a
particularly strong swimmer, and a squall was headed their way. Best
to
seek shelter until it was over. A lone house with a barn was visible.
They reached the barn as the first drops of rain began to fall.

The barn looked warm and comfortable, and it was. But not empty. A
girl, sitting in a pile of hay reading a college textbook, looked up
at
them curiously. She was rather small, slender, and quite pretty with
long brown hair. Her blue jeans seemed to be painted on, and her blouse
was low cut with no bra. The tops of her breasts showed promise of much
more.
 
"I'm Lauren" she said. "Who are you, and where are your clothes?"

Carl began trying to compose a plausible explanation.

"We're Amy and Carl. Taking walks in our bare skin is a hobby,"
answered Amy.
 
"It's starting to rain," Carl added.

"Would you like a couple of towels?" asked Lauren.

"Yes, please," nodded Carl.

"No, thank you," contradicted Amy. "We'll be dry in a couple of
minutes." The storm outside showed no sign of abating. Rain drummed on
the roof.

Carl covered his private parts with his hands as best he could and sat
down. Amy continued to stand, displaying herself to advantage.

"I've never seen anything like that," said Lauren, looking at what
Carl's hands were trying to conceal.

"A virgin?" Amy clapped her hands in delight. Carl smiled.

"Yes, and I plan to stay that way," answered Lauren. Carl's smile
disappeared. "But I would like to see what you have there."
 
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," said Carl, trying to look
inconspicuous.

Amy disagreed. "Of course it is. Stand up! You don't want her to go
back in the house and call the police, do you?"

Carl did not want that. He stood up, his hands in front of his groin.
Amy pushed his hands out of the way and grabbed his cock, which reacted
promptly. "Watch this," she said. Lauren came closer.

Holding Carl's balls with one hand, Amy gently massaged his penis. It
grew larger. "You can touch it," she told Lauren, who did. Carl
shivered as Amy gave a gentle squeeze to remind him to keep his own
hands away.

"Do you mind?" asked Lauren, walking a few feet to pick up a long thin
rope.

"Of course not," answered Amy, holding Carl's rod in one hand and
gently squeezing his balls with her other hand. "Stand still," she told
Carl. Amy didn't have to squeeze very much to persuade him to
cooperate. Lauren expertly tied Carl's hands together, tossed the rope
over a beam, pulled it tight so that his hands were high in the air,
and tied it to a wooden pillar.
 
Amy released Carl's family jewels and watched as he pulled at the rope.
His penis waved helplessly in the air.
 
"This isn't a good idea," he said.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked, holding his cock gently by the
tip with two fingers and letting it barely touch her bare body.

"Do you mind if I show this to my roommates?" asked Lauren.

"Who?" said Carl.
 
"My roommates from college."

"Go get them!" smiled Amy, wanting to show off.

"Untie me!" pleaded Carl.

"They'll want to see this," suggested Amy, pressing her mouth to
Carl's. As Lauren left, Amy stuck out her tongue, into Carl's mouth.
Unable to say anything, he put his tongue into motion also.

He was finally able to pull his head back.

"Just untie the rope," he pleaded.

"In a minute." Amy kissed his nipples and grasped his cock. Carl gasped
as she squeezed. Amy then put one arm around his head to resume the
kiss and tongue exchange. Carl was unable to speak. Nor could he aim
his shaft, which found her bush but was unable to force an entrance.

Lauren returned with her two college roommates. Amy stepped back to
greet them. Both were about the same size as Lauren with nice figures,

perhaps a bit too slender. Sue had short blonde hair, while Miranda had
long black hair.

"Look what I found," she told them. Both were apparently familiar with
the male human body, although interested in Carl and willing to examine
the evidence. They walked over and looked him up and down. His member
was as up as it could get, his hands as high as he could reach.

Sue stared at Carl's rigid penis. "Can we watch it shoot?"

"Certainly," replied Amy. Carl looked down at her pubic region,
wondering whether he was going to be asked to insert his organ into its
familiar receptacle while they watched.

But Amy instead grasped his penis with both hands and began to massage
it. "No," choked Carl, but the shaft had a mind of its own.
 
"Make him say, 'please'," Sue suggested.

Amy ignored the remarks and continued to massage Carl's penis. A
combination of ecstasy and humiliation filled him as Amy pumped and the
girls stared.

"Don't *waste* it!" cried Miranda, unzipping her skirt and stepping out
of it in her panties. But Amy massaged more vigorously. Carl couldn't
help himself. He released into the air as they all watched.

"Too bad," she sighed, as Carl made a last desperate attempt to stop
the eruption while Amy removed her hand just in time. Sue laughed.
  
Miranda used a tissue from her pocket and some spit to wipe Carl's
organ for him. He mumbled his thanks, his humiliation reaching new
depths.

"Let's go get some coffee. Maybe he'll be up for a replay," proposed
Sue.

"You don't mind, do you?" Amy asked Carl.

"I'll wait here with you," offered Miranda.

Carl nodded. Amy, Sue, and Lauren walked out of the barn, discussing
the feel of rain and fresh air on bare skin.

Miranda stroked Carl's organ gently with her fingertips. In a couple
of
minutes it was back on the rise. She removed the rest of her clothing
and folded it neatly on the hay, showing a nice figure with respectable
breasts, pert nipples,  and a well trimmed bush. She was short but very
well proportioned indeed, and her face framed by long black hair and
her slender body with surprisingly long legs were beautiful in the dim
light.

But there was a problem. She was too short to fit his organ into her
opening while he was standing.

"Just untie the rope," said Carl. Miranda was afraid to do that until
the others came back. Carl poked his rod at her, and she hugged him,
but the pole and the hole were just too far apart.
 
"Is this what Lauren said I should come look at?" asked a voice from
the entrance. The speaker was a girl with long, silky blonde hair. Her
feet were bare. She was wearing short shorts and a t-shirt. "I'm Cindy.
You're Carl," she explained.

"I'm too short," complained Miranda, who was taller than Lauren's
sister Cindy. Her bush was too far below Carl's pole position even when
she stood on tiptoes.

"All you have to do is untie the rope," suggested Carl. He looked
hopefully at Cindy, who smiled back at him.

"We can just rewrap him," she said.

"How?"

"I'll do it. I've had lots of practice," she replied. Carl's expression
transformed into one more of concern than hope. He began to suspect why
there was so much rope on the barn floor. Cindy picked up a length of
rope and told Carl, "Put your feet together." He had little choice, his
cock and balls right in front of her. She tied his ankles together
neatly and expertly with a lot of rope which he was not going to be
able to wriggle out of.

Cindy then unwrapped the rope from the pillar, holding it. "Squat down
and keep your hands up," she ordered.
 
Carl could do that, or remain standing as he was. He didn't want to
even think about falling face forward with his hands tied. He did as
he
was told.

"Now sit on your butt." Carl found that comfortable and much more
stable. Cindy retied the rope around the pillar so that his hands were
stretched upwards to their limit.

Cindy then picked up Carl's bound feet and stretched his legs out in
front of him. That put Carl's organ in an ideal position for attention.
His hands and feet were tied, but he could move his hips a bit, and did
so.
 
Until Miranda sat in his lap. She began to play with herself and with
his organ.
  
"Can I help?" asked Cindy.

"Please," accepted Miranda. Cindy began to massage Miranda's nipples.
Carl wished he could do that. Cindy then moved to sit on his lower legs
and began to play with his feet while Miranda continued to prepare her
chamber for penetration. When she was finally ready, she slowly slipped
his member into her hole, a tight fit but with plenty of lubrication.
Cindy turned and watched as Miranda began to rock slowly back and
forth, with Carl's organ inside.
 
Carl took a long time releasing his pent up charge. Miranda moaned in
satisfaction, then squeezed her body  to finish the act.  She leaned
forward and hugged him as Cindy went out to get a bucket of cold water
and some face cloths. Miranda then cleaned up and dressed while Cindy
washed Carl.
 
Miranda started back to the house.
 
"I'll stay here for a few minutes," Cindy told her.

"Don't be long," Miranda called back to her.

"Now will you untie me?" asked Carl.

"Not yet," Cindy explained, taking a seat in his lap where Miranda had
been. Cindy was still dressed, though. She took his organ in his hands
and began to squeeze and stretch it. The organ, which had been very
busy a short time earlier, showed some interest but would not stand up
on its own.

"We really need Amy for this," he pointed out.

"I think I can handle it by myself," she replied.

"Maybe if you take your shirt off,"  Carl proposed, not really thinking
she would. But she did. A quick strip and the t-shirt was off,
revealing breasts which were a bit small and not exactly the same size,

but generally well worth looking at. The nipples, however, indicated
that Cindy's heart really wasn't in what she was doing.

Carl might be able to fix that. "May I touch them?" he asked hopefully,

looking at her breasts.
 
"No." She shook her head. She then stood up and stripped off the rest
of her clothing, revealing a body that was too slender and a bush that
was squeaky clean but had never been trimmed. It was light brown in
color, not matching her blonde hair. She had a few freckles on her
torso.

Cindy looked down at Carl. "Show some interest," she told him.
Carl desperately wished he could, but his penis refused to rise to the
occasion. Miranda had taken a lot out of him.

"Well then, don't," Cindy said in disgust. She gathered her clothing
and started to walk out, then saw the bucket of cold water. She poured
it in his lap and walked to the barn door.
 
"Wait!" Carl cried out. "I have to go to the bathroom!"

"You have my permission," Cindy called back over her shoulder, as she
left. A slight breeze and the last few raindrops gently kissed her bare
skin.
 
Carl's organ had shrunk to a cold, wet lump by the time Amy, Lauren,
and Sue returned. Amy had convinced the girls that hiking in the nude
was at least worth a try, and Amy and Carl were invited back the next
afternoon. Cindy and Miranda had already gone to bed together.

But it was time for Carl and Amy to be in bed as well.

Lauren offered them a ride back, which they gratefully accepted. Carl
and Amy sat in the back seat under a blanket for the short ride across
the causeway back to the lodge. Upon arriving Amy jumped out of the car
in the buff and ran up to their room, while Carl asked if he could
borrow the blanket. He waved good-bye to Lauren.

When Carl walked in, Amy was in bed ready for love. Carl was finally
up
to the challenge.

--
Copyright Billy Forrest 2004



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