SALLY
By Joe James

As the evening had worn on, the models had got more and more blase
about changing in front of each other.  At first, the ladies and
girls who had volunteered to act as models at the P.T.A. fashion
show, had been rather shy of each other and shooed me out whenever I
ventured near them.  As the compere of the show, I found a number of
excuses to poke my head around the changing room door and each time
was rewarded with the sight of someone in her underwear.  By the
half time break, they were so used to each other and to me that I
was actually invited in to speak to a couple of them who were clad
only in bra and pants and the others, seeing the relaxed manner in
which I responded to their state of undress, had no qualms about
removing their last costume in front of me before slipping back into
their own clothes temporarily.

The nature of the show meant that there were long intervals when I
was not required on stage, (during makeovers for instance) and
during these breaks I chatted to a few old friend amongst the
models.  One in particular, Eleanor, had been a client of mine years
before and I had photographed her nude on many occasions.  She had
no reluctance at all about changing in front of me and her example
served to encourage the others.  Soon I had a group of three or four
girls, dressed only in body stockings standing in front of me,
chatting.  As I drank the sight in, I caught a glimpse of another
girl who I had known since she was at Primary school watching the
group around me. She obviously wanted to join us but perhaps was
self conscious about staying in her underwear.  Finally, after
loitering on the other side of the room for a few minutes, she
joined us, dressed only in a white transparent body stocking.

She remained at the back of the group, listening rather than
speaking until I addressed her directly and the other girls moved
aside to bring her to the front.  She looked down at the floor as
she responded to my question, just peeping up occasionally to catch
my eye.  She had become a most curvaceous young woman and soon her
natural confidence returned and she was joining in completely.

Receiving a nod from the organiser that informed me that the
makeover was nearing completion, I sent the models to get changed.

"Much as I would like to stand  and gaze at you all night dressed
like that Sally, I am afraid I have to go and you'd better get
changed."

"Okay," she replied laughing.  "If my mum could see me now dressed
like this standing in front of you, she'd have a fit."

She skipped off and watching her ample bottom disappearing, I
grinned as I reflected on her words.  Her mother was a bit of a
dragon and she certainly would not have approved.

Some time later as we cleared up after the show, I saw Sally having
an argument with her mother which culminated in much finger waggling
and the exit of her mother.

"What was all that about?" I asked, intrigued.

"She wanted to take me home, but I have arranged for my boyfriend to
pick me up so she wasn't too happy."

"Doesn't she like your boyfriend then?"

"No. She doesn't approve at all because he's older than me and he's
got a car, so she can't keep an eye on what we get up to."

"And what do you get up to?" I teased, not really expecting an 
answer.

"Wait in the back quad afterwards until everyone has gone home and
you'll find out," she responded laughing.

"Are you serious?" I asked her.

"Well you said earlier that you'd like to see more of me in my 
underwear," she replied in a voice designed to tantalise.

After the usual stragglers had left, there was just Sally, the 
caretaker and me waiting for the appearance of Sally's boyfriend.

"He's always late," she complained.

"Well, we can wait in my car and then Derek can go home, if that's 
alright with you?" I suggested.

"Great idea," said Derek, anxious to be off.

We got in the car and I started the engine so as to warm up the 
interior.  We sat in the darkness and began to chat about the show.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"I loved it," she replied.  "I guess that I'm an exhibitionist at 
heart because I love parading up the cat walk.  I wish I had the 
opportunity to do it in my underwear,or," she laughed, "in the nude 
at a men's club."

I laughed with her, wondering whether this was the excitement of the 
show talking or the real Sally.

"Really?"

"Well I don't know for sure of course;  I couldn't know unless I got 
the opportunity to do it, but right now, I feel sure that I would 
love it."

She exhaled heavily and rested her head back on the restraint.  "I 
feel really turned on. I wish my boyfriend would hurry up.  He won't 
know what has hit him tonight."

"What do you mean?" I enquired.

"Well, I wasn't joking when I talked about the back car park earlier.  
We often go there for our action because no-one ever goes there at 
night.  We can get up to all sorts of things without any kind of 
risk."

By now, Sally was not the only one to be turned on and I suspected 
that Sally knew it.  

"Were you serious about letting me watch?" I asked

"Would you want to?"

"You bet!"

"Okay," she smiled at me.  "I'll make sure that we go into the little 
quad behind the hall.  No-one can see in so he won't be worried if I 
suggest that we get out of the car.  If you hide in the broom lobby, 
you should be able to see everything."

I turned towards her and leant back against the window.  "You are 
amazing.  I guess I'll have to stop thinking of you as a school girl, 
but I just can't help thinking of you as you were five years ago."

"Would this help you?"

I gasped as Sally pulled the front of her coat open.  She was topless 
underneath and her full breasts looked fabulous in the moonlight.  
Automatically, she raised her hands to her breasts and began to play 
with her nipples.

"My God!" I whispered.  "You are fabulous!"

She continued to play with herself and I was on the point of reacing 
over to her breasts when a car swept through the main gates and 
headed around the drive towards us.

"That's Glen," she said, closing  her coat and opening the door.  
"I'll stall him while you get into position."

Hurriedly, I drove out of the gates and parked my car around the 
corner in the pub car park.  I raced back to the quad and had just 
got into position when a car, without  any lights on, crept into the 
small enclosed yard.  It stopped and the  engine was killed.  At 
first I could make little out but once my eyes had become accustomed 
to the light I could see Sally and a man engaging in some passionate 
snogging.  Probably as much for my benefit as for his, Sally removed 
her coat and threw it into the back.  Once more they began to kiss 
and this time I could see his hands working on Sally's tits.  She 
threw her head back while he worked on her and even with the door 
closed, I could hear her urging him on.  

After a minute or two, Sally sat up and pushed him back in his seat.  
I could see her turned towards him as she did something to his 
trousers.  Then she disappeared from sight as  she lowered her head 
onto his lap and I could see her partner writhing in ecstasy as Sally 
obviously sucked his prick.  This proved almost too much for him 
because I saw him suddenly pull her off and try and regain his 
composure.  Sally's door opened and I was treated to the sight of her 
in a pair of tiny white pants climbing out.  She stared straight at 
my hiding place and I risked waving before moving back into the 
shadows.  She had seen me and kissed the air in my direction.  Her 
boyfriend, presumably recovered, got out of the car to join her and 
allowed Sally to lead him by the hand to the front of the car.  She 
released him and lay back on the bonnet. 

"Ooh, it's hot!" I heard her say and his almost inaudible reply 
contained the suggestion that things would be getting hotter.  She 
giggled as he prepared himself between her legs and then I heard 
rather than saw him penetrate her.  She cried out and continued to 
moan rhythmically as he fucked her.  

"Yes, yes," she urged as he banged her and lifted up her legs to 
drape them over his shoulders.  I had a wonderful view of her from 
the side and could see her bottom lifting off the bonnet each time he 
pushed into her to allow her to meet him. Clearly this girl was an 
experienced lover despite her lack of years and I wondered what else 
she had been up to since her school days.

My reverie was interrupted by the sight of the man withdrawing from 
Sally.  I wondered why he had stopped and then realised that it was 
to allow Sally to turn over.  This time it was her ample boobs that 
were squashed against the heat of the bonnet as he took her from 
behind.  She turned so as to face me and I could see her face screw 
up in pleasure every time he pushed into her.  There was an audible 
slap as his abdomen met her stomach each time and an accompanying 
grunt from Sally.

After a few minutes of hectic screwing it became obvious that the man 
was nearing orgasm and to prevent himself from coming he withdrew 
once more.  Sally moaned in disappointment as he pulled out of but as 
she began to straighten up, I saw him push her back down. This time 
it was his hand that he placed between her legs.  He began to finger 
fuck her furiously and she cried out in a regular panting frequency.  
She was loving it and soon I saw what I assumed to be the start of 
her orgasm.  She pushed a clenched hand into her mouth while slipping 
her other hand between her stomach and the bonnet.  She began to frig 
herself working on her clitoris while he concentrated on whipping his 
fingers in and out of her.  Suddenly she stiffened and began to 
writhe and buck on the bonnet of the car.  

"Oh, oh, ooooh!" she moaned as she climaxed and after a gradual 
slowing down of his movements, the man allowed her to regain  her 
composure before helping her to stand up.  I was rewarded with the 
full frontal sight of her in the nude, her hair dishevelled, and her 
face flushed.  There was a magnificent beauty about her and as she 
regained her breath, her breasts ceased to wobble with quite as much 
movement as before.

"What about me?" I heard him say to her.

She shrugged and shivered in the night air.

"What do you want?" she asked.

Placing his hands on her shoulders he encouraged her to drop to her 
knees.  Obediently she lowered herself and took his prick into her 
hand.  Caressing it gently with one hand while the other busied 
itself with his balls, she looked up at him.

"In my mouth?" she teased.

He nodded taking a grip of her hair at the back of her head.  She 
opened her mouth to lick the tip of his prick and then allowed it to 
slip between her lips.  Soon he was fucking her mouth in much the 
same way as he had taken her before and once again I sensed that his 
orgasm was not far off.

"Put your hands behind your back," he told her and immediately she 
complied with his instruction.  Holding her head firmly, he began to 
force himself deeper into her mouth until I could see Sally trying 
not to gag as his prick pushed further and further down her throat. 
Eventually however, she had to tear herself free and gasped for air 
as she started to apologise.

"I'm sorry," she panted.  "I just couldn't breathe."

"Not old enough are you?" he taunted, obviously annoyed at being 
denied his orgasm.

"I'm old enough," she countered.  "You can do anything you want to 
me. You know that."

"Anything?" He whispered something to her that I couldn't catch and 
then I saw her getting to her feet and approaching the car again.  
Once more she bent over the bonnet so that he was facing her soft 
white bottom. This time however, she was gripping the stalks of the 
wing mirrors as if she might be shaken off.

The man had not approached her and instead disappeared from sight 
out of the quadrangle in the direction of some trees about twenty 
yards away.

I whispered to Sally, "Brilliant so far, but what's happening now?"

"Shh!" she whispered back.  "He's looking for something to spank me 
with."

I moved back into the shadows, amazed once more at Sally's composure 
and courage.  The man returned to view carrying a thin whippy branch 
which he was stripping of leaves and twigs.  He swished it a couple 
of times above Sally's recumbent form and she appeared to shiver as 
it passed over her back.

"Why am I doing this Sally?"

"Because I need to be punished for letting you down," she whispered.

"That's right.  How many do you deserve?"

"I don't know," she murmured. "As many as you think right."

"Let's say eight then," he replied as he changed his stance to place 
himself at right angles to her.  He rested the stick lightly on her 
bottom and then raised it high above his head.  I saw Sally close her 
eyes and grip the wing mirrors tightly.  The stick swished down and 
Sally cried out in pain as it bit into her flesh.  As he raised the 
stick once more I could see a red wheal appearing already on her 
previously flawless skin.

He brought the stick down once more with a force that made me wince 
and Sally cry out again.

"Is this too much for you, little girl?" he taunted.

"I can take it," she replied, maintaining her position over the 
bonnet.  Four more strokes followed before Sally could not prevent 
herself from standing.  Her cheeks were wet with tears but her 
assailant appeared unmoved.

"I knew you couldn't take it," he teased.

"I just need a break," Sally stammered.  "Give me a minute."

The man rested the stick on his shoulder while Sally tried to steady 
her breathing.

"Right then, shall we continue?" she asked him bending once more over
the car.

He responded by whipping her twice more and then stood back and 
flicked the stick up on to the roof of the single storey building 
that surrounded them.  Looking back at Sally he obviously expected 
her to have stood up, but instead she remained in position over the 
bonnet.  Moving her hands back to her bottom, she held her cheeks 
wide open as if to let the cool night air act as a balm on her 
burning skin.  

The man approached her once more and allowed his rampant prick to 
escape from his trousers.  Carefully lining it up, he attempted 
to push it into her anus provoking a cry from Sally.  

"Not too deep, please," she implored. "I'm too dry."

Spitting on to his finger tips, the man withdrew and rubbed the 
saliva all around her arsehole before trying to again to 
penetrate her. This time there was no protest and Sally allowed 
herself to be buggered, crying out only when he shot his spunk into 
her bottom.

Finally, he stood up and wiped himself on his handkerchief which then 
joined the stick on the roof of the building.  Sally remained in 
position gasping and fighting to recover her breath.

"That was superb," I heard the man murmur to Sally.  "What was it 
like for you?"

"Do you really want to know?" she asked, lifting herself off the 
bonnet.

"Yes, what was it like?"

"Come here," ordered Sally.

The man obeyed and allowed himself to placed in the same position 
just vacated by Sally.  Swiftly, she reached around his waist and 
undid his belt and trousers.  Realising what she had in mind, he 
began to stand up but was put firmly in his place by Sally's 
taunting,

"I don't suppose you're old enough...."

There was no further protest or movement as Sally pulled his trousers 
and pants down to his ankles.  He looked vaguely ridiculous bent over 
the bonnet but not knowing that he was in front of an audience, he 
did not complain.

"Ready?" she asked.

He nodded and I saw him shut his eyes and set his teeth together to 
brace himself.  Anticipating the need for lubrication, Sally reached 
down between her legs, her fingers re-emerging glistening in the 
moonlight.  She applied her own cunt juice around his anus and then 
slowly began to push her finger into him.

"What's it liked?" she teased.

The man remained quiet and Sally took that as a signal to remove her 
finger and then attempt to enter him with two.  This time he cried 
out but Sally did not withdraw.

"Imagine what I felt with your prick inside me?" she taunted.  "I 
toook it without complaining didn't I?"

He nodded, his face contorted with pain.

"Then you're going to have to aren't you?"

Suddenly, he could take it no more.  He forced her off him and stood 
up.

"You tart!" he swore at her.  "Seeing as you think it is all so 
amusing, you can get yourself home."

He leapt into his car and slammed the door.  Sally made no move to 
follow him and he took the risk of opening the window to throw her 
clothes out.  Then he started the engine and reversed out of the yard 
before disappearing into the night.

"I bet he thinks he's really dropped me in it," she laughed as I 
emerged from my hiding place.

"Will he be back?"

"Not tonight, but he'll come crawling back when he's desperate for it 
again."

"And will you have him back?" I asked.

Sally sighed, "Probably.  He's a great fuck."

"Have you had many?" I asked as she began to collect her clothes from 
where they had landed.

"Loads," she admitted.

"Just before you get dressed, how about giving me a twirl for the 
last time?" I pleaded.

She smiled and turned to face me.

"Do you like my body?" she asked.

"I think it is fabulous."

She ran her hands down her nude figure, allowing one hand to return 
to a nipple while the other toyed in her pubic hair.

"Would you like me to toss you off?" she offered.

"I was rather hoping you'd ask," I whispered huskily.

She moved towards me, her naked body glowing palely in the darkness.  
I reached out and drew her to me.  She allowed me to caress her and 
slip a finger into her cunt.

"I've dreamt of this," I told her.

"And so have I," she replied with a giggle.

"What? Really?"

"Eversince I was fourteen," she admitted.

Her confession really fired me up and leaning her against a wooden 
door, I pounded two fingers into her cunt.  Soon she was sobbing with 
delight as another orgasm wracked her.

"I love it.  I love it," she intoned as she recovered on my fingers.

I looked down at her and kissed her on the lips.  She ran her tongue 
around my mouth and I could taste the saltiness of the other man's 
spunk.

"You are astonishing you know," I assured her.

"I know," she laughed.  "Your turn now."

We swapped positions so I was leaning against the wall.  Slipping an 
arm around my waist, she began to caress my prick.  There was no rush 
in her at all, and she began with long slow strokes that drew my 
foreskin back slowly before pulling it forward again.  The sensation 
was exquisite and I was soon moaning in appreciation.

"You really know how to do this," I complimented her.

"I should do, I've had enough practice," she replied with a glint in 
her eye.

"How many men do you think you've done this to?" I asked her, 
intrigued and excited.

"Men?  A few I suppose, but scores of boys."

"When?" I pressed her.

"I suppose I was about thirteen the first time that a boy asked me to 
toss him off.  It was during a disco and I was aware that people were 
disappearing outside from time to time but I just imagined it was for 
a kiss, (which was a big thing as far as I was concerned.)  Then a 
much older boy asked me if I wanted to go outside with him and not 
wanting to look silly, I jumped at the chance.  I thought that it 
would give me something to tell the other girls about who were always 
bragging.  Anyway, once we were outside he took me around to the back 
of the changing rooms and began to snog with me.  When his hand 
landed on my chest, I suppose I was half expecting it and half hoping 
he'd do it, so I didn't stop him.  Soon he had my bra undone and was 
fondling my boobs.  When he asked me to do something to him I didn't 
know what he expected so I asked him what he wanted.  He just said, 
"A toss" and my ignorance must have communicated itself because he 
undid his trousers himself and took my hand and put it inside.  Some 
sort of instinct took over and I was amazed at the power I suddenly 
had over him.

When he came, he shot everywhere to my absolute amazement and then 
mumbled something and ran off.  I went back inside where he had been 
spreading the word what a tart I was and how I would do anything.  I 
tossed about six other lads off that night and got myself well and 
truly finger fucked for the first time."

"What was that like?" I interrupted.

"After it was all over, I felt dreadful, but at the time it seemed 
like a good idea.  Another girl that was always bragging about her 
sexual experience heard about my activities and decided that she had 
her reputation to defend.  We both ended up tossing a lad off each, 
side by side and when her lad pushed her back against the wall and 
put his hand up her skirt, mine followed suit.  She didn't object so 
I couldn't and I felt him seeking the top of my pants and then he was 
pulling them down a bit to get his hand in.  I can remember breathing 
in and my heart pounding so hard I thought I was going to faint and 
then feeling him pushing a finger into me.  He was really rough and 
at first I didn't like it at all.  I suppose I must have begun to 
lubricate though because suddenly, it was wonderful and within 
seconds I had my first ever orgasm.  I can remember the other girl 
looking at me, astonished and then furious because she had not come.  
I was overcome with guilt and went back inside and hid until my mum 
came to get me."

"You got over it though?"

"Yeah, it didn't take long for the word to get out and soon every lad 
in the school who had never been tossed off tried to persuade me to 
do it to him."

"And did you?" I asked gently.

"Most of them," she admitted.

Her admission was enough to start the familiar tingling in my balls 
that announced an imminent orgasm.

"I'm coming Sally," I moaned.

Without altering her hand movement she moved to the front of me and 
knelt down facing me.  Her face was level with my prick and she 
looked up at me.

"Sally," I whispered, "I'm coming."

"Just relax," she encouraged as she continued to masturbate me.

Within seconds my spunk was jetting out and thick globules appeared 
all over her face, hair and breasts.  She continued her work until 
she was sure that I was finished.

"OK?" she asked.

"Oh, Sally," was all I could manage in reply.

