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This is one part of a multi-part story, which will eventually expand into a connected universe of characters and stories. Within these stories I will be exploring themes of exhibitionism, first-time sex, incest, fetishes, bondage/non-consent, toys and masturbation, and most likely others. I will not be warning people about what is in each part of each story in order to avoid spoilers, so consider this your warning. If you like this story, and want to follow my characters’ adventures, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.

This part of the story continues directly from the previous one. I would highly recommend beginning with the first part, as it will make much more sense. Enjoy!

All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.

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Friday night

Cassadee’s smile faded as her heart skipped a beat. She had forgotten about this part. Suddenly her confidence vanished, and she was once again a frightened little girl. Subconsciously, she positioned her arms to cover her nudity.

“Cassadee has agreed to give us a special show tonight. One that will far surpass everything that has come before. She has decided that she wants to truly open herself to you—heart, mind and body. Cassadee will be ending her performances tonight by sharing with all of us the most intimate, most private thing a young girl can do by herself. She pretended to do it during the last song, but Cassadee is now prepared to go all the way.” A dancer brought out a chair and set it at center stage with the pole directly behind it.

“Cassadee,” said Tom, turning toward her. “Are you ready to give us this most precious and beautiful gift, by allowing us to watch you masturbate, talking us through your technique and sharing with us that ultimate ecstatic moment of female orgasm?”

Holy shit holy shit holy shit! What could she do? How could she refuse? She had signed up for this in a moment of impulse. It had been in the back of her mind all along, but she had put off thinking about it until this moment. She couldn’t back out. She would look like a total fool and she would never be able to face her friends or neighbors again. Her mind raced, trying to think of any possible way to escape this. But there was no escape. She was here right now, in the spotlight. She had to give Tom an answer. Cassadee swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke into the microphone.

“Yes, Tom, I think I am,” she said with a quavering voice.

“All right, ladies and gentlemen! You heard our guest of honor. I will ask you all to give Cassadee absolute silence for this part. The experience will be ruined if there is talking or noise in the background. Additionally, please silence your phones. We don’t want any sudden ringtones to ruin the moment either. Now, Cassadee, have a seat right here and we can begin as soon as you are ready.”

Cassadee sat on the chair with her legs pressed together and her arms covering her breasts. She was hyper-aware of everything—her nudity, the stares of the audience, the silence as they waited for her to begin. Goosebumps covered her whole body and she shivered, suddenly feeling cold.

She watched as some people who didn’t have a good sightline, moved as quickly and quietly as they could, standing around the center stage in the middle of the club. Everyone was now mostly in front of her. The silence was deafening after the constant din of loud music and cheering. She could actually hear her heartbeat in her head.

Seeing no way out, and needing for this to be over, Cassadee spread her knees and scooted her butt forward so she was barely sitting on the edge of the chair.

“W-well,” she stammered nervously, “when I’m at home in bed, which is where this usually happens…”

There was a light spattering of nervous laughter, which quieted down quickly.

“…I’ve normally been thinking about something that turns me on and makes me…umm…wet…” She pulled herself apart with her left hand and touched her opening with the fingers of her right. She had thought that the anxiety of the situation would have dried her up, but nope. She was as wet as ever. Dipping her fingertips inside of her, she drew them away, stretching a viscous web of sticky fluid between them and her vulva. “As you can see, I’m really wet right now.” Numerous heads nodded as they watched.

Without thinking, she brought her fingers up to her nose to sample her scent, then stuck them in her mouth, tasting her arousal. Her eyes widened. She hadn’t actually meant to do that in front of them. But she saw the effect it was having. Some guys were rubbing their crotches through their pants while a few of the girls were biting their lips or touching the arm of the guy they were with.

Cassadee had a sudden realization that she had power over this entire room. That sent her libido into overdrive. She felt a spontaneous release urfa escort of lubrication that ran out of her pussy, dripped down the edge of the chair and pooled on the floor in front of her in a long, unbroken string. But instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt empowered. This was what pleasure was all about—feeling it and giving it. She was truly ready to give these people the gift of herself.

Running her first two fingers over her opening and dragging the slippery fluid up through her folds, coating her nub, she said, “I use my juices to lubricate my clit.”

This was met by a couple soft moans.

“I run my fingers between my labia and dip them inside me.” She demonstrated exactly what she was describing by massaging up and down a few times, then sticking two fingers inside her entrance, up to the last knuckles. “I don’t know if this is weird,” she explained with some trepidation, “but I like the smell and taste of my wet pussy and I usually lick my fingers more than once.” Again, she sucked her fingers clean of the sticky lubrication.

More moans could be heard throughout the room and she smiled. She glanced at her parents. Her dad’s face was red, and his eyes were transfixed on what she was doing between her legs. Her mother blushed as she caught Cassadee’s stare, then nodded and smiled as if to tell her to keep going. Ben Davidson, Tina Gleason, Jeff Stewart, and Sara Deming, along with many other friends from school were all watching intently, feasting their eyes on her graphic display of self-pleasure. Stu Delevan, Lester Camden, and other people she knew from around town were watching also. And Connor MacLochlan, or “Mr. McLovely” as he was known around school, looked at her with lust in his eyes, his wife seated right next to him. He was her teacher, and the years-long recipient of an obsessive crush, at least on her part. She stared into his eyes and she could tell he was turned on. He winked at her. This is for you, Mr. McLovely, she thought to herself as she prepared to give herself an orgasm in front of him and the rest of the assembled spectators.

“Then, when I’m really turned on, like I am now,” she said, biting her lip shyly, “I begin to circle my clit with my finger.”

Cassadee showed them how she massaged her little button, moving her finger around and around, then across the top, eliciting a gasp from herself.

“My clit is really sensitive, so I don’t rub directly on it right away. I tease it and get it worked up to the point that I can stand more pressure on it. It feels really good to stimulate it, but it’s too sensitive at first.”

She continued to massage around her clit, dipping her finger back into her entrance for more lubrication and repeating the movement.

Cassadee suddenly realized that she was actually doing it. This had been a private act that caused her anxiety and embarrassment as recently as today at school, when Jennifer Ramirez had called her out on it, and this evening at home, with her mom knowing what she was doing. And now she was masturbating in front of a group of about 300 people—family, friends, and strangers. This wasn’t a dream or a fantasy. It was real life. Cassadee was naked, her legs were spread, and she was in the process of pleasuring herself to orgasm in front of a huge crowd. The thought made her pussy gush again, and she quickly scooped up the fluid with her fingertips, sticking them in her mouth.

Her left hand wandered to her chest. “I also like to play with my breasts. My areolae are puffy, which I find fascinating, and my nipples are very sensitive. It doesn’t take much contact to stimulate them. When I pinch them it feels incredible, like someone is sucking on them while I am masturbating.”

Everyone was riveted on her performance. She decided not to hold back any longer.

Cassadee spread her legs even wider and jammed two fingers inside herself, pumping quickly. The squelching sounds coming from her wet pussy were just adding to her arousal. “Ungh…I like to fuck myself with my…fingers too. Unnngh. I usually…picture someone having…unh…sex with me…while I do it.” Her eyes involuntarily glanced at Mr. McLovely and when he caught her look, she knew that he had received her message—Cassadee Ellison thought about Connor MacLochlan when she masturbated. He smiled and nodded.

No longer was she nervous or ashamed about her attraction to him. He obviously knew she had a crush on him. It was apparent. And she was masturbating in front of him. What was left to be ashamed of now?

She withdrew her fingers from her passage and began to rub faster. “Uh…uh…this is when I usually speed up…around my clit…because the feeling is building…up…” The pressure in her pelvis was gaining momentum. She could feel the familiar tingles in all the right places. She knew her face and chest were flushed, and she was beginning to sweat. Her leg muscles were quivering.

The sea of faces in front of her, all staring balıkesir escort at her naked body as she was brazenly displaying her most private sexual act was like fire in her sex. She had been sexually awakened by this experience, having given birth to a newfound love of exhibitionism—a love of showing every part of her body to those who wanted to look, and uninhibitedly pleasuring herself for others’ enjoyment. She wanted them to look at her nudity. And she wanted them to watch her come. Knowing she was going to do that was almost painful in the pleasure it was bringing to her vagina.

Cassadee jammed her fingers inside herself again, pumping in and out. The wet noises would have been embarrassing if she weren’t already past the point of caring. There was no going back from this. There was nothing of herself left to share except her orgasm. And that was coming—no pun intended.

“I’m getting pretty…close…” she said, pinching one nipple, then switching to the other. She pulled her fingers out with a little pop and more fluid ran out and onto the floor. Her fingertips were now moving furiously across her clit. She scooted her butt even further off the edge of the chair and her legs went rigid as she flicked her little nub.

“Uh…ooohh…my orgasms…are…unngghhh…usually about the same…but…aaaahh…this feels…like it’s going to be…more intense…aaaahhhhh…”

Cassadee was past the point of no return. She couldn’t stop now if someone yelled “Fire!” She slid off the chair and plopped down on the stage, sitting right in the puddle of her fluids. Then she leaned back against the chair, pushing it out of the way with her shoulders and lay down on the stage. She spread her legs as wide as she could with her bare feet sticking straight out to either side, pumping her fingers inside herself. Except for the wet sounds of female masturbation, you would have been able to hear a pin drop. Cassadee’s fingers slurped out of her vagina and began murdering her clit, which was now throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

“Aaaahhh…I’m…I’m really close…unngghhh…fuucckkkk…uhhh…”

She lifted her head off the floor and looked at the faces in front of her as time slowed down. The only thing she could hear was her labored breaths and the steady thump of her heart in her eardrums. Please watch me, she thought, projecting her desire to those assembled. Don’t look away. I don’t want you to miss it. I need you to see me come. The pressure inside her abdomen was drawing down to a quivering ball of flame in her womb. She felt that instant of weightlessness before the orgasm hit and then she came crashing down to earth.

“I’m comiiiingg!” she moaned out as her pelvic muscles contracted with a pressure that pounded her womb like a hammer. Over and over the contractions pulsed through her sex, radiating throughout her entire body. A reservoir of vaginal fluid was released from inside her body and squirted to the stage right in front of the spectators gathered there. Cassadee was shocked by the amount and the distance achieved, but could do nothing except ride the crest of each orgasmic wave, bucking and lunging.

The audience was treated to the most spectacular view of the muscles between and around Cassadee’s vaginal opening and her asshole as they flexed and contracted like a beating heart, followed by the eruption of female fluid that issued from her vulva.

As the waves of painful pleasure subsided and were followed by a languorous bliss, Cassadee’s body melted into the stage. She lay there breathing heavily, with lidded eyes, massaging herself gingerly, not caring in the afterglow that she was still effectively playing with herself in front of spectators.

A sound like a massive ocean wave built until it was all that could be heard. Cassadee leaned up on her elbows to see her friends and family, and even strangers, cheering wildly and applauding her in a standing ovation. A smile came to her face as she lay back down, recovering from her performance. Money rained down on and around her, covering her like fresh snow.

Tom took the stage and said, “Oh my goodness. I don’t think we will ever again see the like of what we have witnessed here tonight.” He reached down and took Cassadee’s hand. She allowed herself to be pulled upright, standing shakily. Confetti and currency stuck to her sweaty body in places. Tom peeled a couple dollars off her back, then put his arm around her and pulled her close for support. “Thank you, Cass, for putting your most private and intimate act on display for the viewing pleasure of your friends and family. We love you and appreciate you even more. Give her one more round of applause, folks.”

Cassadee looked to her parents and saw nothing but happiness and support. She glanced at Mr. McLovely and his wife. He nodded to her and mouthed the word ‘beautiful’. His wife smiled broadly and winked. That was all the approval she needed. Her heart swelled with a mixture trabzon escort of accomplishment, pride and confidence. She hadn’t really known what she wanted to study when she went away to college, but might a career in human sexuality be a possibility? It was certainly her number one new interest.

“Cassadee is going to go into the back and get cleaned up and she will be back out to talk to you fine folks afterwards. The current time is 11:30pm. That means that in a half hour I will usher Cassadee into the back room and her mentor ceremony will begin. Anyone who would like to stick around until she has finished her ceremony is more than welcome. We will have a meet and greet for anyone that is still here at the end. Tom kissed her on the cheek and pointed her toward the dressing room, patting her lightly on the bare butt to get her moving.

Cassadee entered the dressing room and was practically smothered by the other dancers. They were all kissing her and telling her how wonderful her performance had been. Cassadee no longer felt as if she were intruding on this place and these girls. It now felt as if she belonged. These were her sisters. She had been initiated into a sorority of young women who took their clothes off for money and public adoration. She could definitely see herself coming back here in the future and doing this just for the fun of it.

Jessica hugged her with pride. “That was the best performance I’ve ever seen, mine included. I wouldn’t be surprised if this breaks a house record and you end up receiving more money than anyone before you.” She pointed to three large buckets in the corner that were overflowing with cash.

Cassadee’s eyes bugged out. “That’s all for me?” she asked with incredulity.

“It is. Sheri and Kacey are collecting the rest, then we will take it to Tom’s office for safekeeping. Once he counts it, we will know for sure if you take the top spot.”

Cassadee thanked her, giving her a huge hug, and went to the restroom. She was a mess. Her skin was sweaty, and her makeup had run. She hopped in the shower to rinse off, keeping her hair from getting wet, and toweled dry. Then she went back to the dressing room and let Jessica do a little something to fix her hair and makeup again. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed. She wouldn’t be wearing any clothes for the rest of the night, until she left to go home.

She exited the dressing room and strode boldly into the main area. People began noticing the naked girl walking through and congratulated her, giving her hugs and kisses. Her mailman, Mr. Johnson, told her it had been the best Coming of Age party he had ever attended.

Finally, she made her way over to her parents and Mr. and Mrs. MacLochlan. Her mom and dad each embraced her and told her how proud they were of her. The way they saw it, she had become a woman tonight, even though she had been eighteen for a month now. Cassadee soaked up their love and admiration. Although, she couldn’t help but notice that her sensitive nipples were stimulated a little more with each hug.

Connor MacLochlan pulled her into a huge embrace and told her what a wonderful job she had done. His hug lingered a little longer than she thought it would, and it stoked something inside of her. His wife also hugged her and whispered in her ear. “You are perfectly lovely. I can’t wait to have you over for a get-together.” For the second time tonight, Cassadee was surprised. She hadn’t thought her teachers would want to socialize with her outside of school. First the Chens, and now the MacLochlans.

As she moved on, greeting other people, she was a little disappointed that Mr. McLovely hadn’t asked her for a private dance. Maybe he felt awkward with his wife there. Although, Mr. Chen hadn’t felt awkward. He had specifically asked her to give his wife a private dance. It was a puzzle she would have to ruminate on.

Tina Gleason came up to Cassadee with three of their friends from school. Everyone was in awe of her performance, saying it was the hottest thing they had ever seen. “I’m so fucking jealous, man!” Tina said with a faux pout. “You set the bar way up there. No one is going to come close to that.” Then Tina pulled her aside and whispered, “By the way, why did you do that thing with my dad?”

Cassadee knew that Tina was talking about the moment during her second set when she had spread her legs and given Tina’s dad a personal, closeup shot of her pussy and Cassadee didn’t quite know what to say. It seemed it might not have been viewed by certain people in the best light.

She had always had a little crush on Tina’s dad, but she had never thought that much about it. But the look of lust on his face tonight was telling. “Umm, I don’t know. I couldn’t do it with my parents. That would have been weird. But I have known your dad for years and it felt like a safe option. I talked it over with my dad and he thought that your dad wouldn’t mind.”

Tina squinted her eyes, trying to determine if Cassadee was telling the truth. “I’m sure he didn’t. I’m not so sure about my mom, though. They’ve been going through a little bit of a rough patch. Plus, dad always asks about you. It almost seems like he has a crush on you and it’s made my mom a little sensitive. I’m not sure how this is going to play out at my house, but I guess we will see.”

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