CMNF, OON, naked in front of friends story – “The Shaping of the Slut” – Chapter 5

Here’s Chapter 5 of The Shaping of the Slut by CrimsonGirl©, continuing from Part 4 here. Reposted by freeipodtouch on our new forums (topic).

October passed, and so did November. It was now mid-December, and the joyful air of the holidays was about. My own soul was equally joyful, for every day had now become paradise. My discussion with the boys and Sarah had been clear and direct; I didn’t want to wear clothes around the boys any longer.

The latter group had initially reacted with a great form of stupor. They couldn’t imagine this; that our hangouts would forever have me in the nude hence. But I had been clear about it; I couldn’t, COULDN’T wear clothes anymore around them. How could I? It felt so strange, so unnatural… Why should the only girl in a group of boys be equal and clothed? I now thought. Something once unquestionable had become a question without answer. I could find no reason for the gang’s sole girl to wear clothes in the midst of the men. It just didn’t feel right. Something felt amiss whenever I was clothed among them. It felt like lying, like trying to convince myself of something that just wasn’t true.

All our friendship, we had acted as if I was just one of them, one the dudes. That’s what Isabel had respected so much about our gang, this ignoring of gender, this treating me as the same without any discrimination. And yet, all those years, I had been totally blind. That very ignoring of my gender had been the reason behind my increasing boredom within the gang. Now I could see it, crystal clear.

Isabel hated defining someone based on their gender. And she was right, not everyone was defined solely by the body they were born with. But I was, at least in great, great part. That’s what I was, a woman. Our play helped me realize this. In it, I had to embody the essence of womanhood, and that’s what I wanted to be myself, in real life. I did NOT want the boys to ignore my gender, to treat me like just another dude, no. I wanted to be a woman, to be the gang’s girl. And how more could my femininity be emphasized, than by being the only one nude? The only one shared, objectified and sexualized? It made me feel vulnerable, beautiful, fragile, soft and loving and tender… It made me feel womanly… I never felt more like a woman.

Especially after going a step deeper into this paradise of temptation. Up until November, I would only stand around and be nude around them, with only their eyes to enjoy me. That wasn’t fair. Why should they get only to look? My body was a hot, sweltering mess of arousal and desire. Only multiple pairs of hands enjoying all of it could sate it. And my body was now theirs to play with at any and all times, or at least when we were hanging out outside of college. It was another one of our evenings chilling together, now at Alex’s. Normally, I would order them around, act jokingly proud and stuck up, play video games with them and be their equal. Oh, how wrong we all were… Now we saw the better alternative, and they felt it in the plumpness of my offered breasts.

The boys had been watching a football game for an hour now. I say the boys, because for the past hour, I surely hadn’t been. Instead, I had made the rounds, ensuring that I was properly entertaining my many clothed guy friends by kissing them (on the mouth of course, I didn’t care how slutty that was, I now let all of them taste my lips as much as if they were my boyfriends), by cuddling with them and by letting them touch and grope all of my body. That felt like the only natural way for the sole girl in the gang to be. It just felt right, that the only girl should never wear clothes, that she should serve the purpose of entertaining the males… It was wrong, I knew it… And yet that electric charge in my pussy wouldn’t stop propelling me forwards. For the past hour or so, I had been spending ten minutes on every one of the seven guys, and it was now Sodden’s turn to enjoy me. I was kneeling on the couch right next to him, and his hands groped my ass while his lips kissed and suckled on my boobs. He was hungry this one, famished. His mouth was thoroughly tasting every one of my boobs, and they dripped with more saliva than there was sweat on the whole of my naked, horny body.

“Unh…unh…mmmmhhh…mmmmhh…” I moaned like the slut in heat I was. “Mmmmh…oh yeah, yeah, aaaawnnn…thank you Sodden, thank you, thank-mhhhhh…”

He began licking my tits; and his tongue caressed many a time my hard nipples. His hands took a break from slapping and fondling my bare butt, and went up to caress my hair. He was petting me. Oh yeah, I was their bitch, I wanted that. Then they came back down and ran across my bare front, pleasing everything from my shoulders to my breasts. I kissed his mouth with all the love and the slutiness I had in me. He held me against him and we kissed and kissed until I couldn’t take the heat anymore.

“Fuck, finger me, please, please…”

He spun me around, and put two fingers in my pussy while playing with my breasts and kissing me on the mouth. Our kissing muted the sound of my loud moan as I orgasmed, but the orgasm itself wasn’t any less enjoyable. I took a break to just lie against him and recover some breath while he kept fondling my boobies. They weren’t just my boobies… They belonged as much to him and the other boys as me. I shared my body with them. It felt like the only way for the girl’s gang to properly behave… God, what would Isabel say if she knew what I was doing?

I got up from the couch to have my legs working again, since I had spent the whole last hour kneeling on the couch to please every single one of the boys as I had just done with Sodden. As I walked by Ari, I felt a slap on my butt. Mmmh… I loved these SO MUCH…

“Bring us some beers” he said.

I faked insult.

“Ask politely and I will.”

Slap! His hand struck my butt with a high pitched sound.

“I said bring us beers. Don’t make me spank you again.”

“Maybe I need spanks to learn…”

SLAP!

“OW!”

That one hurt. Joyfully rubbing the red spot on my bare ass, I made my way to the kitchen and took out beers for every one of them. I loved walking away from them, like every time I went to the kitchen or some place farther away. I loved it because I knew all of them could see all of me. I came back with bottles of cold beer in my hands, and passed one to each of the boys. Holy fuck, the arousal within me was throbbing. That was so hot; how I, the ONLY GIRL in the gang, was totally nude like a whore, blatantly objectified and sexualized, and now I was even serving beers to the guys. I would never have thought serving beers could make me aroused, but doing it in such a sexist, misogynistic and unfair situation had all my arousal back in a matter of seconds, as if Sodden hadn’t even given me a release. What the hell was wrong with me? I was turned on by sexism, blatant sexism. I placed myself in front of Ari and gave him his beer. He gave me another spank to congratulate me.

“Good girl.”

Oh yeah, I was hot again. I knelt again on the couch between Alex and Ari and arched my back to offer my breasts to their touch. I waited for a few seconds, but then noticed, quite surprised, that their hands weren’t even near my body.

“What is it? Something wrong?”

The guys looked more serious, suddenly. Serious, and dare I say, even guilty.

“Listen Jade, we kinda feel bad,” Chris said. “I mean… this just isn’t right. You’re our buddy. We’re not respecting you at all, doing all this…this stuff.”

Issa was nodding.

“Yeah. You’re our buddy, not some prostitute. You deserve better than this.”

I looked at the guys. It seemed like saying all this pained them. Of course it did, they were straight boys, there was no questioning the fact that they enjoyed me my body.

“Are you guys serious?” I asked, anger boiling inside me. They sounded like Isabel now.

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