SWEET LITTLE DAISY MAE: My Life As An Exhibitionist

by Lexi Cummings

  After years of going to other player’s homes for his poker games he decided that it was finally time that he had his friends come to our house. Marge would never allow that sort of thing in her house especially with the smoking. There is a small den at the end of our home that he set up for the game. We made sure that we had plenty of everything before the guests arrived. I stayed in the living room and as the guests came through George introduced me to each of them. They all seemed very nice and asked if I would like to sit in but I said no and watched a movie. George checked on me from time to time on his way to the bathroom. He told me to be sure to stop in and say good night before I went to bed.

  Around midnight I was getting tired and got myself ready for bed and headed down the hall to say good night. As I entered the room all conversation stopped. One of the men that had been smoking a cigar had it fall right out of his mouth onto the table. They were all looking at me with a shocked expression on their faces. George looked up from his cards and spoke.

  "Ready for bed already? Why don't you come here and give old George a great big hug." He reached his arms out to me and I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around him.

  Now of course you realize that being dressed for bed that I was wearing just my t-shirt. This was just the way it had been for years but I don't think that the other men were prepared for what they saw. They began to speak up.

  "Hey, how about some of that for your new Uncle Tony?" Said the burly man across the table.

  George just gave me a nod to go ahead so I walked around the table and hugged him also. He squeezed me tightly to himself with a hand on my back and the other on my bum.

  "Can Simon have a little sugar too?" Said the next man.

  Tony gave my butt a couple of light spanks before letting me go to Simon. The next was Dave who gave one of my butt cheeks a good squeeze before letting go. After that they all wanted me to stay and watch the games but I told them that I was tired and had to go.

  Later when everyone was gone George quietly came into my room and pulled down my covers to look at me as usual. This time he had something in his hand that he was shaking back and forth but with the light behind him I couldn't make out what it was. Again, he covered me and quietly left.

  After that night all of the poker games were played at our house. The men all wanted me to call them by their first name and they I would be their waitress getting them drinks and snacks all night. They would give me a chip every time that I did something for them and by the end of the night they would cash them in and give me the money that I earned. With each order I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I truly loved the attention that I got and it was something that I thought that I really needed being home alone most of the time.

  Of course by the end of the night I would have to give each of my new friends a big hug before going to bed. I did notice that as time went on that their fingers would be touching my private parts more often. I could even feel Tony's finger touching my vagina a few times. I got a strange sensation when he did that but I knew that it must be wrong and didn't tell George about. it not wanting to cause trouble.

  That night when George came into my room to look at me I could see two silhouettes. One was much larger than the other so I deduced that it was Tony. George lowered my covers and I could hear them whispering to each other. I heard George whisper "no!" when I saw Tony bending over. I thought that he was going to kiss me on my forehead so I clenched my eyes shut so that he wouldn't see them open when suddenly I felt something touching my vagina.

  He was kissing me right on my pussy!

  He stayed there for a moment and I felt something soft running up and down it's surface. I think it was his tongue. He was licking my pussy! Why would he lick my pussy? I heard George whisper something again and Tony stood up and left. George pulled my covers back up and kissed my forehead and left also. I could swear that he whispered "sorry" as he kissed me.

  After he had closed the door I put my hand down to my vagina. It felt wet but it seemed a bit more than what it should have been from just a few licks from his tongue. I slid my fingers around and found that it appeared to be coming from inside of me. It was very smooth and slippery and my fingers began to smear it around. I enjoyed the feeling that I was getting inside as I moved my hand around the smooth mound of my pussy. My middle finger slipped inside and that was it. I couldn't hold back after that. It felt too good! I began to rub harder and noticed that it felt best up near the top of my crack.

  My mind began to think of strange things as I recalled Tony licking at my pussy with his tongue. I imagined that he was doing it then as my hand worked rapidly causing me to squirm around on the bed. I remembered how close the men were to my pussy earlier in the evening and how Tony actually put the tip of his finger into my hole while he held me against himself.

  Then it happened. For the first time in my life I had an orgasm. It was wonderful! Waves came over me as my body jerked and convulsed on the bed. They talked about this in school but they didn't say that I was going to enjoy it as much as I did. Once I finished I just laid there breathing heavily with my hand still on my pussy.

  I know that I should have been mad at Tony for what he did but I wasn’t. It felt good and I liked it!

  I woke up the next morning in just the same position that I was in when I went to sleep. My hand was still on my pussy and I noticed immediately that I was wet again. I started to rub the area lightly and found that I just couldn't stop myself from masturbating again. I brought myself to another wonderful orgasm as my legs clamped my hand against my sex like a vise. After a moment I jumped out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast. I was as happy as could be as I danced my way into the room. George was already seated at the kitchen table reading the paper as I came in. He lowered the paper to talk to me.

  "Did you sleep well dear?" he asked. His eyes went from my face to my crotch in an instant.

  "Yes sir. I had a very good sleep." I said almost giddy.

  I watched his eyes and they seemed to be fixed on my pussy. I looked down and saw that it was pink and puffy with my light fuzz wet and matted. For the first time since I began to dress this way before him I became self conscious about what he saw. I figured that he must have figured out what I had done and would be disappointed in me for touching myself.

  I know that my face must have turned beet red further giving away my transgression. I put my hands down to cover myself from his view. I didn't want him to be angry with me. Instead a broad grin came upon his face.

  "Come and give old George a big hug." He opened his arms for me. I walked up to him still covering myself as he pulled me into a tight bear hug. "You are becoming such a big girl. You have made quite an impression on my friends. They love having you around on Friday nights. They all hope that you will be able to join us from now on. Would you like that?"

  "Yes sir. They treat me nice and I even made a little money just for serving them. I will do it as long as you wish."

  "That's a good girl. Promise me that you will never change."

  "I promise. I will always be your little girl."

  Truth is that I really enjoyed being with those men that night. I loved the way that they smiled at me, the way that they held me, even the way that they touched me. I was beginning to have feelings that I never had before especially after what happened later in the week.

  Part 3 – Showing myself to George’s friends at the poker game.

  On Tuesday, after school, I was finishing with the laundry. I removed the clothes from the dryer and after separating our underwear I went into George's room to put his into his drawer. I opened the bottom drawer of his bureau and placed them inside. While trying to straighten things out my hand bumped something at the bottom. Moving his underwear aside I found a stack of magazines under them. I took them out to see what they were.

  They all contained pictures of naked women and men and some showed them together in different sex acts. I knew that he wouldn't be home from work for a couple
of hours so I removed them and spread them out on his bed. I jumped up on the bed and propped a pillow behind me and picked one up to see what was inside. I couldn't believe my eyes the first time that I saw the pictures. There were beautiful women showing their privates to the camera. Some had their vagina opened to get a better look inside. They were even putting things into them!

  The next one had naked men with the women and they were performing various sex acts together. As I was going from page to page I found that I couldn't take my eyes away. I started feeling strange down in my pussy and when I put my hand into my shorts I felt wetness inside again. It felt good to rub my hand against it and the more that I looked at the pictures the more I wanted to rub myself. I found that the pictures that made me most excited were the ones where the woman showed off her privates and the man's penis would get really big. I remembered the way that the cable man’s penis grew when he looked at me and it began to make sense.

  I thought about the way that I dress in only my t-shirt when I get ready for bed and wondered if George felt that way when he saw me. Then I thought about being dressed like that with my naked bottom showing to his poker friends and something came over me. My body began to spasm and my pussy gushed with fluid. I was having an orgasm just by thinking about others seeing me naked.

  What I thought was just an act of innocence became something dirty. George's friends like me to be naked for them and that's why they wanted me around so much! My hand worked feverishly on my now soaked pussy as I again clamped my legs together and closed my eyes. I just laid there panting as my body calmed down. I wondered to myself if this is why the people depicted in the magazines were doing what they were.

  After that I just laid there and thought about it for the longest time when it dawned on me that George would be home any second and I didn't have dinner ready. I quickly scooped up the magazines and put them back in his drawer just in time for him to come through the door. I quickly made dinner and spent most of the rest of my day in a daze thinking about things.

  After that first day it became an every day ritual to pull out the magazines and masturbate on George's bed. Different ideas went through my mind and I started to imagine the next time George's poker friends would see me with my naked pussy showing for them. I started wearing just my t-shirt after school as I imagined the men watching me masturbate. I couldn't control it anymore as my mind was always on showing myself and masturbating. I was caught daydreaming in school by my teachers several times and nearly got in trouble for it.

  Finally Friday arrived. My school day seemed to be the longest ever as I thought about what was to come that evening. After school I paraded around the house in just my t-shirt and devised a plan to make the evening a bit more interesting. I remembered seeing in one of the magazines a woman wearing just a t-shirt as I did but it was cropped short to just below her breasts which peeked out underneath. Taking a pair of scissors I cut one of my shirts to look the same way. I put it on, stretching it over my tits, and looked at myself in the mirror.

  I checked myself out from every angle. It barely covered my large breasts and basically just hung over them like a tent. When I raised my arms the shirt would rise to just above my nipples. I began to have second thoughts thinking that George would get mad knowing that I am showing myself off for these men on purpose.

  I pulled out the magazines and propped myself up on his bed. Watching my reflection in the large mirror over his bureau at the other end of the bed, I could see how I would look to the men dressed this way. I looked every bit as nice as the woman in the magazine and if she can have an effect on men than so can I.

  My fingers went down to my pussy and I spread my lips open as I faced the mirror. I was doing the same things as the women in the pictures and it made me feel very warm. I buried the fingers of one hand inside and I used my other to rub myself hard. I brought myself to a very strong orgasm and decided that I will follow through with my plan.

  After taking a long hot bath I carefully shaved my pussy mound smooth, just like the women in the pictures, before I got myself ready for the evening in my room. The skin around my vagina felt very soft and smooth and added a little extra to the occasion. I wanted to look extra sexy for the men so I fixed my hair and put on some makeup and eye liner for the first time since they have been coming over. I wore a pair of tight jeans that I found in Becky’s closet. They were well worn and from the front it was easy to make out what I’ve learned to be my "cameltoe". The finishing touch was a snug fitting pullover sweater. No bra of course.

  I was ready!

  Hearing a knock on the door George asked me to answer it as he was down the hall getting the table ready. I opened the door and all three men had arrived at the same time and were waiting at the doorstep. Their eyes lit up upon seeing me with my makeup and tight sweater.

  "Hello Daisy Mae. You look great tonight!" Said Tony as I let them in.

  I blushed.

  They each quickly put down their bags and gave me a big hug. The soft material of the sweater felt good against my breasts as they pressed me up against themselves which caused my nipples to harden. As I backed away it was clear where their attention was as I had them follow me down the hall. George had little time to notice me as he greeted his friends.

  The men had me very busy getting them drinks and snacks. I made it a point to flirt a bit with them as they would always give me a chip along with a hug each time that I returned. I kept checking the time as I couldn't wait for my plan to go into effect when I got "dressed" for bed. Finally I couldn't wait any longer and decided that it was close enough.

  "I'm going to get ready for bed. I'll be back to say goodnight." I said.

  The other men at the table seemed to perk up as they gave each other a knowing smile. Little did they know that they would be in for something special this evening!

  I went back to my room and slipped my sweater up over my head. Next I worked my tight jeans and panties off and looked at my naked refection in my full length mirror. I held up my firm breasts and pinched my nipples. I could feel my body becoming excited thinking about what would happen if the men in the other room could see me now. I reached down and felt liquid leaking from my pink pussy. Working my middle finger inside I brought it up to my face to inspect it. It was wet and smelled of my sex. It made me wonder if the men will be able to smell it too when I go back to them.

  I slipped the cropped shirt over my head and imagined the men thinking that I have become some kind of dirty girl for them. I was getting very nervous but had to get back out there soon before George came to get me and tell me that I couldn't dress like this. I finally took one deep breath and opened the door. I slowly walked down the hallway as I heard them all joking and laughing. I stood just to the side of the doorway out of sight visibly shaking as I tried to talk myself through it.

  "Is this what you really want?" I asked myself. "In school they call girls like this sluts. Is that what I'm becoming? Once they see me they will know what I am. They will know that I show myself to them on purpose. No more acting innocent like I don't know that I excite them. This will change everything!"

  Minutes passed as I waited to get up the nerve to step around the corner. I thought about all of the time that I have been here and how much I love George. I wondered how disappointed Marge would be in me if she knew what I was about to do. That's when I decided to chicken out.

  "I'll just go back and dress the way that I always do and act the same as before. I'm not ready for this." I thought.

  I pushed myself away from the wall and turned to go back to my room.

  "Daisy Mae? Is that you out there? What are you waiting for? Come on in girl." George spotted me!

  Oh god! He saw me. I have to go through with it. Maybe if I try to act as though nothing has changed it will work out alright.

  I eased my way around the corner. I had second thoughts. I was embarrassed. I was humiliated. My hands were covering my pussy for the first time in front of them. My eyes looked
down at the floor. George and his friends see me now as some kind of slut, I know it!. My breasts are barely covered. My pussy is pink and puffy and I'm sure oozing some kind of thick fluid. My face and hair are done up like they have never seen before. What have I done?

  "My my. Will you look at that? Come closer Honey. Let us get a good look at you." Said Tony as he pushed his chair away from the table for a better look.

  I walked slowly into the room and up to him. I stood before him with my eyes still looking toward the floor. He placed his hand under my chin and raised it up. I looked into his eyes and then over toward George who had a shocked look on his face.

  "You seem to have grown into a beautiful young woman. We are very lucky that you are sharing yourself with us. There is no reason for you to be shy about your body, Honey. It is beautiful. You are beautiful. George should be very proud. Here sit down and watch us play for a while." He turned me around, raised me up, and placed me on his lap.

  I was totally humiliated. I was sitting on a middle aged man's lap nearly naked and exposed knowing for the first time that they wanted me this way because it excited them.

  The rest of the men looked on with hungry eyes as Tony held me tightly while they played. George looked upset about the situation but he had let things go on up until now and didn't know how to go about stopping it.

  "Daisy Mae can I speak to you in the kitchen?" Gorge motioned for me to follow him.

  "Aw come on George. Let the poor girl stay. She did herself up real nice for us tonight. Besides, it's still early." Tony said as I hopped from his lap.

  I followed George into the kitchen. He stopped and turned toward me holding me by the shoulders. He bent down to look into my eyes. He saw that I was visibly upset to the point of tears.

  "What are you doing? Don't you know that by looking like that they might get bad ideas about you?"

  "Yes, I know." I couldn't look him in the eyes.