Georgia - S01 E94

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Georgia - S01 E94

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 94

Two minutes later Ben said,

“It really works Georgia; every time that someone says ‘Priapus’ you have an orgasm?”

And I did – again.

“Shit; sorry Georgia.” I vaguely heard.

Two minutes later Ben said,

“Does John know about this?”

“No; I haven’t had the right moment to tell him yet but I have had an orgasm in front of him before.”

“Did you jerk about like that and did your eyes roll up like that?”

“My eyes rolled up?”

“Yes they did.”

“Well I never knew that.”

“How could you? You don’t go around with a mirror in front of your face and your brain is a little pre-occupied at those moments.”

“I guess so.”

“And John realised that you were cumming?”

“Yes, he said that I was just like mummy when she used to cum.”

“It must have been hard for both of you when she died.”

“Yes it was; that’s why I look like I do.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well I don’t look 18 do I? look a lot younger don’t I? You were fooled when you first met me weren’t you?”

“Yes I was. So did the trauma of losing your mother affect your puberty or something?”

“That’s what the doctors said. Daddy took me to loads of specialists but they all said the same thing, and here I am looking like this.”

“Well you were a very beautiful young girl and you still are a very beautiful 18 year old young woman.”

“Thank you Ben; you’ll embarrass me if you keep talking like that.”

“Embarrass you! Says the girl who’s showing the world everything that she’s got and goes to cafés total naked. I think that you never developed a sense of embarrassment.”

“Yeah, I don’t really understand what that concept is.”

“Maybe your looks is why no one says anything when you walk around naked.”

“Maybe, or maybe it’s because no one seems to be offended by the female body; just men’s bodies.”

“Weird isn’t it? It’s a crazy society that we live in Georgia.”

“Ain’t that the truth; but I’m not complaining, not with what I can get away with.”

“You’re a lucky girl Georgia.”

“I know.”

After a slight pause I continued,

“So where do you want to go when we’ve finished eating Ben?”

“I have no idea Georgia.”

“Shall we just wander around and take in the strange sights and the atmosphere?”

“Sounds good to me and I can say ‘Priapus’ lots of times.”

“Ben ….”

Two minutes later I said,

“Ben, not when I’ve got a knife in my hand; my muscle reactions might cause me to stab you.”

“Oops; I didn’t think about that.”

“But I do like it when you say that word.”

“I bet you do.”

We finished eating, and the second bottle of champagne; then left to wander around.

Ben was amazed by the Ibiza night life and people and made a few jokes about the outfits on some of the people. He was funny but he stopped when I told him that they were probably really happy people, unusual but happy.

A bit of a breeze was building and Ben told me a couple of times that my skirt had blown up and that my bare butt and pussy was on display.

“Oh, I didn’t know (true), this skirt is so light that I can’t feel it. That’s why I wore it.”

“Naughty girl Georgia.”

“Are you going to spank my bare butt Ben?”

“No I am not, but I might fuck you later.”

“What’s wrong with right now.”

“Georgia; as you said, women can get away with displaying their goodies but if I got my cock out I’d probably get locked up.”

“I’ve never seen any policemen around here but who can tell; anyone of those people could be a not so plain clothed copper.”

“Tell you what Ben, would you like me to take you to a bar where you can finger me and make me cum, without saying that word, right in the middle of the bar.”

“What? That can’t be right; not even for Ibiza.”

“It is; do you want me to prove it?”

“Yeah; I want to believe you but. ….”

“Come on; you can bring the bottle.”

I led Ben to the alleyway to Groper’s Bar then told him to look up.

“What am I looking for Georgia?”

“That little sign.”

“Oh yes; this should be interesting.”

We went in and I told Ben to stand a little away from me while I got us some drinks. I sat on a bar stool and ordered a couple of bottles of beer. The inevitable happened and when I went over to Ben he said,

“Sorry that I didn’t totally believe you Georgia; this is amazing. Did that man put his finger inside you?”

“Yep.”

“Bloody hell. Can I finger fuck you?”

“You’ll have to sit down to do that; your arms aren’t that long; but the will reach my tits.”

Ben put a smile on my face and a nice feeling going from my tits to my pussy.

“So do girls come here just to get groped?”

“Loads of them. Look around. I’m probably the only girl here who came in with a man. There’s lots of girls out there who love getting groped anonymously; it’s just that there’s nowhere for them to go in England.”

“I’ve heard lots of stories of girls getting groped on the London Underground at rush hour.”

“I’m sure that some girls ride the underground hoping to get groped, but not all of them; most of them will be too uptight to appreciate the attention that they are getting.”



“So you’ve been here before then Georgia?”

“Oh yes, I love it.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me? So have you cum in here before Georgia?”

“Loads of times.”

“Again, why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“It’s fun and you don’t have to tell the guy to go away afterwards.”

“Okay, I can see that. Hey, there’s a free chair over there; shall I go and sit on it?”

“Yes please; and I can stand between you and that gut in the red shirt. Maybe you both can grope me at the same time?”

I did get 2 hands sliding up my inner thighs but it was Ben’s (I think) that got to my pussy first and he proved that he is good with his fingers, making me cum 3 times before we left.

“So where do you want me to take you now Ben? A club?”

“I want you to take me somewhere where I can relieve my blue balls. All this you cumming is driving me crazy.”

“Ever fucked a girl on the beach or in the sea Ben? Apart from me that is.”

“There’s a beach just up the road from the marina, do you want to go there?”

“Come on, we need to find a taxi.”

The taxi dropped us off at Talamanca beach and we walked onto the sand. The next hour or so was spent fucking, on the beach and in the sea. Fortunately I didn’t get any sand in my pussy.

When Ben was spent we decided to call it a night, walking back to the yacht. I decided not to put my top and skirt back on and Ben walked back with a naked girl hanging on to his arm.

About half an hour after I’d had a shower I crept out of my cabin and went to daddy’s cabin.

He did wake me up in the morning in my favourite way.

It was departure morning for daddy and Ben and I gave them both a naked hug in the carpark before they got into the car for Pau to take them to the airport.

Both my hugs were the jumping up variety, wrapping my arms around their necks and my legs around their waists. I didn’t think that my pussy juices might put a stain on their trousers until I saw a little wet patch on Ben’s.

As I was walking back to the boat I saw Kate and Zoe out for their naked morning punishment walk. We went to daddy’s boat and I introduced them to my sybian.

While Kate was having her first ride on the sybian I asked them if they’d heard about Party Boats. They both had but their father had refused to let then go on one. Apparently he’s said that they were places of debauchery and that his daughters were not to go on one.

“Leave it with me,” I said, “I’ll find out how we can get on one.”

“It will make daddy mad.” Kate said in between moans.

“And.” I replied.

“He might spank us.” Zoe replied.

“And I’ll come and confess that it I organised it and forced you to go with me.” I said.

“You’re a right masochist Georgia,” Zoe said, “you know that don’t you?”

“And a slut and an exhibitionist; don’t forget those.” I replied.

“So did you fuck that Ben?” Kate asked.

“Yes.”

“And your father?”

“Yes.”

“You lucky girl.” Zoe replied.

After watching Kate cum for her third of the day (spanking and her father’s fingers); Zoe asked me if I was free for the rest of the day, wondering if all of us could go to the beach again. I apologised and told her that I had an appointment with my hypnotist that afternoon; which was true.

After Zoe had her first sybian fuck they left, leaving me to plan my day. I’d already worked out a rough itinerary, I just needed to organise myself.

The first thing that I did was move all my stuff back to the bigger cabin. As I was doing that I found the package that Celeste had sent me. I quickly ripped it open to fine a note and some more clothes.

The note read: -

Dear Georgia,

I’m guessing that by now you have progressed to wanting to wear totally see-through clothes. With this in mind I have obtained some new rolls of material and made you some new dresses, skirts and tops. Have fun wearing them.

Love,

Celeste

P.S. Please phone me when you get back, I have a couple of events that you may be interested in.

I quickly spread out the pile of clothes and instantly got wetter when I held up the first dress. Celeste was right, it was totally see-through. I quickly looked through the rest of the pile and saw that they were all made of the same material, just different colours and patterns. I was really going to get turned on going out wearing these clothes.

As I hung the skirts and dresses up I compared the length of them to my other skirts and dresses; the new ones were a couple of centimetres longer but that didn’t matter because of them being see-through.