Description: the latest chapter in the enlightenment of Aubrey White during the early years of the Next Sexual Revolution. In this episode, she realizes submission may be the key to ultimate freedom.







Aubrey was so relaxed that when it came time to leave, it took a bit of coaxing for Charlene to get her out of the lounge chair. For the first time in her life, Aubrey felt comfortable in her own skin. Every inch of her being felt supple and sensitive, as if her very nerve endings were plugged into the cosmos. This sense of contentment lingered long enough that she did not even try to cover herself when they were escorted out to the waiting SUV by the male attendants. In fact, she winked at the one who she caught staring at her rear. A tingle surged up her spine, and she blushed as she hurried into the vehicle: the day before, she wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such a thing.

Charlene had not missed the little interchange. She remarked, “Still not sorry you passed on getting the special?”

Aubrey slowly shook her head, “I don’t know if I can…”

“Look, stop thinking and start living a little. You’re tightening up again already,” Charlene clucked, like a concerned mother. “You really need a good fucking. Isn’t there someone you have fantasized about?”

“Well, the guys at the café are pretty nice,” she murmured.

“Aha, that guy Max is pretty hot. Or maybe Javier. He’s a hunk, and single too, not that it matters much these days. Serial monogamists are getting to be a bit of minority in some circles.”

“Hmm,” Aubrey said a bit dreamily. “Javier.” She recalled his tanned skin and ripped arms and imagined them caressing her.

“Oh, ho. I think we’ve got a prospect. Leave your door unlocked, and we’ll work something out.”

“What? That’s crazy!”

“We have people looking out for us, don’t worry. It will be safe.”

Aubrey looked at her suspiciously, “The benefactor again? I’m very curious to meet this person who has so much money and influence. I may have heard rumors about such people.”

“Well, well. Not so innocent after all,” Charlene replied.

“Where are we going now?”

“You’ll see.”

Their next destination was the photo studio of one Keiko Miller, an artist who specialized in erotic installations. Her studio was in a renovated brick building almost a hundred years old but now stripped and modernized with exposed beam columns to reinforce the obsolete structure. The entrance led first to a wide area where she displayed her work, some of them quite obscene. Aubrey paused to look at a fountain that consisted of an anatomically correct model of the artist shooting water from her crotch overhead into another sculptures open mouth. The detail on the fake pussy was incredibly realistic, down to the individual hairs.

Aubrey hoped that the liquid was just colored water. Keiko Miller herself was an Asian woman with angular features and sharp eyes. She was dressed very casually in torn jeans and a tank top.

“Ah, the stars of the show,” she gave air kisses to both of them in greeting.

“Why are we here?” Aubrey asked, though her suspicions were quickly confirmed.

“You’re going to get some candid photos done. Got to get ahead of things and put up a good image instead of just the inevitable crappy phone shots,” Charlene clarified. “Keiko here has generously offered her services this afternoon.”

“Wait, what phone shots?”

“Come on, you’re not that naïve. Curiosity seekers are still going to be taking photos of us, assuming some haven’t already. Professionally done images will offset the deluge of garbage that is going to hit the social sphere and media,” Charlene continued. Keiko nodded in agreement as she showed them to the portrait studio already rigged up with a backdrop and lights.

“There’s so much porn on-line, why would people care? I’m not sure what to do,” Aubrey stammered.

“Just follow my lead and Keiko’s direction,” Charlene replied. “The University will publish some of these as proof of your progress. Or are you still prejudiced against my lifestyle.”

“Of course not!”

Stiff at first, Aubrey let the others instruct her, after some makeup was applied over her face and body. She had never been much into photography, never mind the narcissistic trend of selfies or putting her personal life up on websites. However, she found herself fascinated at how she looked on the computer monitor when Keiko uploaded the first set of photos from her expensive camera rig.

“Wow, I look good,” she said. Indeed, the lighting and makeup made her light skin, already improved from the makeover at the spa, seem creamy and lustrous. Charlene had opted for more pornographic positions, but Aubrey had been coaxed into some centerfold style poses that pleased her. She even borrowed a platinum wig that made her look like a classic pinup girl.

“Woa, channeling a bit of Betty Grable,” Keiko whistled at one pose of Aubrey, hands on hips and derriere pushed up.

“Who?” Charlene asked but no one answered as they moved on to other shots.

Aubrey told Charlene to stop horsing around. The younger girl was doing a classic stripper pose, hands on her calves while leaning forward as far as possible and legs spread so her snatch was gaping wide.

“Come on, give it a try,” she insisted as she spread her labia open with two fingers. Aubrey refused, of course. “Oh, come on! Show me the pussy. Show me the pussy!” chanted Charlene.

Keiko interrupted, “I think that’s good enough for now. Let’s go eat. There’s a good sushi place.” She began packing up some gear, including a dSLR with a zoom lens.

When they left the studio, the SUV was gone. Aubrey asked, “Do you have a car we’re using?”

Keiko shook her head, “No, the place is in walking distance. I thought I’d take some photos while we stroll there. It’s a nice afternoon.”

Butterflies danced in her stomach, but Aubrey nodded and followed Charlene into the parking lot. It all seemed so anticlimactic at first, as there was little traffic on the side street. Aubrey kept her head down as Keiko randomly took snaps, sometimes crossing the street to get zoom shots or walking far behind them. Gradually, Aubrey allowed herself to relax. With Charlene to take some of the spotlight, she felt a little better about her embarrassment. Both of them kept a pair of sandals to protect their feet from the rough pavement.

A car honked and a couple waved from inside. Charlene pushed up her tits at them in response. They laughed and took photos with their phones. After ten minutes they were walking on the shoulder of one of the larger connecting roads with more traffic. A bicyclist sped by with hardly a word. However, a man walking his dog took some photos with Charlene. Aubrey was coaxed to put her arm around the grinning older man. She barely flinched when his fingers brushed the curve of her hip. An odd warmth was spreading from her belly. Aubrey shook her head, wishing she had brought a hat. Her head felt light. Keiko kept snapping away, the sound of the camera seemed loud. Thousands of people would be staring at her exposed flesh. She trembled.

Even when they finally arrived at the tiny sushi shop on the main street, her head felt like it was floating, almost like the time she had downed too many glasses of wine in one sitting. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the sudden gloom of the interior. The restaurant was a quaint place in a single wooden frame building that was probably an old home re-purposed much in the same way as Keiko’s studio. The sushi bar was all modern with a cool stone counter top and fake bamboo place settings. The Asian hostess greeted them and prepared covers on the stools for them to sit on as Keiko continued to click away. The chef behind the counter nodded his head and continued working as if having two nude guests was nothing unusual.

A guest walked up, asking for a candid and they obliged. She was a portly old woman who put her hammy arms around Charlene and Aubrey like they were her best old friends. She even gave the victory sign as Keiko used the guest’s smartphone to take this picture. The old woman looked at the photo and grunted, evidently pleased. She retired to her own spot without so much as a look back.

“You get all types,” Charlene remarked. “Sit down, Keiko, it’s time to eat.”

Aubrey was surprised at how famished she was. She ate with gusto, downing the pieces of sushi as soon as the chef placed them in front of her. Now, the odd feeling in her gut was replaced by the spreading sense of satisfaction, and something else. She felt an itch she had never felt before, at least not in public.

Wise as ever, Charlene said, “Need something else? Dessert.” She winked at the bus boy, a young Hispanic man with wiry arms and hook nose. Charlene leaned forward, so her nipples caught on his folded up shirtsleeve as he reached to refill her water glass. He froze like a deer in headlights. When Charlene put on her most alluring act, few could fight it. She licked her lips, staring into his eyes. He tried to be polite, but the temptation was too strong as he openly gazed at her fabulous set of fun bags, now fully pressed against his arm. Charlene tongued his mouth as Aubrey watched.

Aubrey tried to think of something else but the itchiness in her crotch seemed to grow. She tried not to wiggle in her seat but the temptation kept growing. A bead of sweat trickled down the small of her back. She realized that her breathing has begun to match the other couples movement as they embraced, just like the time in the spa salon earlier. This time, she was even hornier. Impossible, she thought.

Charlene came up for air, “Come on Aubrey, you know you want some.” She grabbed the bus boy’s ass as he nuzzled her neck. The Asian hostess took his water pitcher before he could drop it. Keiko was already back to taking photos.

The hostess pulled the bus boy back, “Hey, we still have tables to clean. Get Bobby from the back to help out first. I’ll fill in to help the customers here.” The woman was in her early twenties, with cute bangs and a lean figure that was more petite than either of the two naked guests. Her almond eyes seemed large due to her elfin face.

“Works for me,” Charlene said pulling the smaller woman toward her and wrapping her legs around her midriff. The hostess pulled something from her apron. It was a small vibrator which she handed to Aubrey. “That might help scratch that itch. Don’t pretend you’re not getting excited, I can see the spot on the seat cover.” She didn’t wait for Aubrey’s reply before deep kissing Charlene, using her small hands to knead the tanned girl’s ample breasts. Some of the guests angled their seats to get a better view. The chef continued to fill orders, ignoring the display in front of him.

Charlene helped the hostess take off her apron and unbuttoned her blouse. Quickly, the woman was topless, her A-cup breasts small but daintily cute out in the open. For some reason, even Aubrey imagined herself nibbling on them. The bus boy returned to help remove the last of the dishes from the counter, and lifted Charlene up onto it so that her legs were spread for all to view. Aubrey had to move a bit back as the star of the show let herself become the fresh sushi plate. The hostess moved to eat her out. At the same time, the bus boy pulled the rest of the woman’s clothes off. He knelt to prepare his superior’s bum for rear entry. Keiko moved around to get good angles.

Aubrey used this commotion in order to sneak the vibrator onto her lap. She hoped no one noticed as she flipped the switch on the bottom but everyone’s eyes seemed transfixed by the trio. Charlene squirted onto the hostess’s face. The chubby old woman from earlier clapped. The bus boy unzipped and spat onto his hand in order to lube up his engorged cock. It was a bit thin, but seemed to please the hostess well enough when he pushed into her as she continued to eat out Charlene. Aubrey discretely maneuvered the vibrator until the tip was on her clit. She tried not to moan.

She was focusing on riding the little machine, so she was caught by surprise when the hostess (now relieved of her duty for a moment as the bus boy penetrated Charlene on the counter top) put her arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Aubrey was too involved with her own cresting pleasure to stop. Her head felt like she was floating above the entire scene, almost as if she was an observer herself. Was that her on the stool, back arched as she probed herself with a vibe? Was that her, letting a petite Asian woman kiss her? The woman’s hot breath tasted sweet on her tongue as she panted. Aubrey imitated Charlene’s earlier move and used her legs to pull the other person closer so that they embraced fully. Her skin tingled, as if new channels of communication were opening up. Slowly, the hostess worked her tongue down Aubrey’s chest. She kept teasing moment by moment until she had grasped the vibrator. Aubrey let go, using her hand to brush the other woman’s hair in fascination. The hostess used her expert tongue to plunge into Aubrey, while holding the tip of the vibrator so that it continued to stimulate her clitoris.

Aubrey came.

It was so sudden that she didn’t realize she had let out a vigorous shriek of pleasure. She sat back stunned for a moment as everyone stared at her, even the bus boy who stopped in mid-stroke.

“Oh, fuck it,” Aubrey thought to herself, closing her eyes. Then she said, softly, “More, please.”

Later, back at home, she watched videos of herself that were now spreading across the internet. There was no hiding it now: she was a certified slut.

She sprawled on her bed, tired but satisfied. In her mind’s eye, she replayed her own memories of the afternoon. The bus boy had lifted her onto the counter beside Charlene. The other helper, a Korean fellow named Bobby, had taken his turn with Charlene while the bus boy, whose name Aubrey did not recall, eased his way into Aubrey. It had been a long time since she had been so thoroughly fucked. In fact, she didn’t recall a time where she had ever been as well tuned up. This guy knew what he was doing and his stamina far outclassed either of her earlier partners. After leaving a cream pie, he had taken a break while the hostess cleaned Aubrey out, then Bobby took his turn.

Aubrey had never orgasmed more than once in a single day in her life. She had let her ex fuck her two or three times per session out of duty more than anything else, not from any real desire. Today, she had been insatiable. She had convulsed from consecutive orgasms as Bobby pumped away. The hostess had then nibbled at her breasts, increasing the pleasure. Indeed, the sights and sounds seemed to amplify each other. Where she would usually have been taken aback, the sound of lovemaking enticed her to even more passion. The bus boy had taken another turn, this time with her hands on the counter as he stood behind. The foursome had become a sweating mess, leaving droplets on the floor that had to be swept away with a mop. Customers had come and gone, some taking pictures, while others whistled their approval.

As the memory played out, Aubrey realized she had a mini-orgasm again as she toyed with herself on her own bed. She laughed.

They had been picked up after Keiko had thanked them and walked back to her studio, with Charlene waving goodbye from the SUV as an exhausted Aubrey shakily walked up the steps to her apartment. After a quick shower, Aubrey had examined herself, hands shaking. She’d actually had a public orgy after walking around naked for a whole day. She covered her face.

What would her relatives say? She had ignored some of the messages on her phone. There were congratulatory emails from her students. That’s right, she thought. How was she going to face them the next time she appeared in class?

They’ve seen it all. There was nothing to hide anymore, she realized. Further humiliation was meaningless after this moment. She closed the laptop and fell asleep.

Sometime in the night, she awoke to someone lapping at her pussy. Her heart raced at first with surprise, then pleasure. It was dark, but it was clearly a man’s rough tongue moving its way up and down her slot. When she opened her mouth to express her gratitude it was immediately filled with another person’s tongue. She assumed it was a man, a different one. Half-asleep, she groped around the bed until she found the thing she now desired: his member. She tugged until he got the message and moved up so she could fellate him. It was the first person she’d ever given a blow job since she had broken up with her ex, she realized.

She was going to give a total stranger a better, more enthusiastic BJ than she had ever given what’s his name, who escaped her memory now. Poor bastard, she giggled.

She realized that she didn’t care a whit, anymore.

“More dicks please,” she murmured. “Or pussy.” She noticed that something soft and furry had been pressed against her chest. Smelling sea and salt, she tasted a woman for the first time in her life. It was more pleasant than expected. Whoever the woman was, her mucous was rather thick. Was this natural? Aubrey wondered. For a moment, the stuff almost clogged her nostrils until the woman was pulled away. Aubrey heard a yelp as someone slid home and the bed shook from their coitus.

“It’s a queen sized bed, but how are you all not falling off of it” she burbled as another cock was forced down her throat. People laughed. For an interminable time, she was moved from position to position, between cock and pussy until she lost track of time and amount of times she had climaxed. She’d never tasted a full load of semen before this night, since she’d always made sure her ex had shot away from her face. This time, she accepted the hot matter as it pulsed onto her lips. She grimaced, but gave it a full tasting. She had a feeling she’d have many opportunities to get used to the stuff.

Just before dawn, she noticed she was alone except for another woman on the wrecked surface of her bed. The comforter was thrown onto the floor and only a thin sheet kept the two warm in the early morning chill. She recognized the woman as the Asian hostess from the sushi joint. Curious, she sniffed the other woman’s crotch. Seemed like the same one she had cleaned out during the night, she assumed.

“Good morning,” the woman announced. Aubrey looked back, “Good morning.”

“Hi, I’m Maricel,” the hostess offered.

“Aubrey, nice to meet you. I guess our friend’s took off already. The boys from the shop?”

“Hardly, they went home after work. I think it was Max and Javier from the coffee shop. Charlene gave them the invite. I tagged along because I was bored. Plus, I figured you owed me since I gave you some primo head yesterday. You did good. A little more practice and you’ll be a pro muff diver.”

She should have guessed the men were different, not that she had cared at the moment. Now, she felt pleased but a little disappointed, as she had wished more time with the two. Then again, she’d have plenty of more chances. Another thought came and she put her head into her hands.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh, I just realized I’ve had sex with more guys in one day then the entire rest of my life. I’m a whore,” she moaned.

“Welcome to the club of cum buckets,” Maricel joked. “We need to come up with better terms though. How come the guys get to be called studs?”

“Good question. I’ll get right on that.” They laughed. She dozed for a bit in the other woman’s arms, fully at ease but the phone rang before she could totally drift away.

“What?” she barked into her phone.

“Hey, it’s Charlene. Get showered, I’m picking you up in fifteen. Photo shoot while the morning light is good.”

Aubrey groaned. She had hoped to sleep in for the day.

“Just let yourself out, Maricel,” she said as she headed for the shower. Maricel buried her head under the pillow rapidly on her way back to dreamland.

The morning photo shoot in front of the University gate went without much fanfare. When they packed up the camera, the only automobile that drove by was a police cruiser. The two male officers merely smiled as they passed. Charlene made a gesture with her hand imitating a cock in her hand, but the officer rolled down his window and said, “We’re on duty, but maybe we’ll find you gals later.”

Aubrey stretched, “Where to now?”

“Look who’s getting into it! Might as well walk over to the café and say hi to the boys. Heard you had a little after party last night at your place,” Charlene ribbed her.

“Why didn’t you drop by?”

“Oh, I got my usual haunts,” she said secretively. “How are you holding up?”

“Amazingly well,” Aubrey said, chirpily. “I’d say this is the best I’ve felt in my whole life. It’s weird though, why am I still so horny? If they had agreed, I think I would have boned those cops too.”

“You get used to it. A doctor once told me that as the hormones get going you enter a state of continual heightened arousal.”

“Well, you make it sound like this thing is catching. I thought it was something biological. You know: genetic. It’s not like I’ve been diagnosed with FHS. Maybe all the excitement has just gotten me turned on for now. Kind of like how they say women who live together start to menstruate at the same time or something.”

“Er, not much is known about the mechanism yet, for FHS is still being studied,” Charlene responded, avoiding Aubrey’s eyes. “Hey, want to race down the hill?” She began jogging down the slope. Aubrey tried to keep up but her flip-flop sandals were not conducive for much running.

“Hey!” she gasped. Well, she needed the exercise to keep trim if she was going to be hanging around naked all the time. It didn’t dawn on her that she had already accepted she might continue the lifestyle even after the test period had ended.

They sprawled on the patio, near the same spot where they had argued the first time during a time that seemed quite distant to Aubrey. She hadn’t imagined that she’d be kicking back like her student with her beaver out for the world to see and not a care in the world.

“I guess I’ll have to keep this thing shaved now, not that it was that hairy before, I mean.”

“Oh it was fine. But if you need anything, head back to the spa anytime you feel like and they’ll take care of you.”

“Yes, about that…” Aubrey had wanted to probe more about their earlier discussions but Javier came out with their drinks. She blushed for some reason, still embarrassed even though the man had already explored every nook and cranny of her body. Her eyes tracked to his jeans which packed the pecker that had filled her night with a lot of good times. Really good times: she practically began salivating in recollection. He gave her a kiss but went back to work.

She pouted, “I never even got a good look at it. We should have turned on the lights.” Once again, this was a novelty, as she had always insisted on the lights being off during her past encounters. “I was pure vanilla, wasn’t I?”

“Got some chocolate heading your way, sister,” Charlene drawled as a couple walked by the café. The man looked at them with wide eyes, but the spouse grabbed him by the arm. “Uh-uh, not on my watch, mister. Shake your flabby tits some other way, this one is mine, bitches.”

Charlene shrugged, “Can’t catch ‘em all.”

The next couple of days passed in a blur as Aubrey prepped for class again. The staff clapped when she met them for a meeting organized for her return to work. Melissa grasped her hands, “Oh my, you’ve really changed. That tan suits you.” Aubrey set down her carry bag in order to give her old friend a hug. A member of the student newspaper took photos of the occasion. Even the old bitch, Dean Osaka, was all smiles as they took the photo op together.

Osaka gave her a pinch on the buttocks, “Good to see progress on our initiative. I wish I was young again, but I’m afraid they’d protest if I took my clothes off.” She noticed that Aubrey didn’t take the opportunity to correct her, but she chose not to take offense and let the President take his turn in giving Aubrey a good groping.

“My my, it’s nice to see that our faculty is so well endowed,” he joked as he massaged her tit.

Aubrey hadn’t officially said she was participating in all the tenets of a hyper-sexual, but she let the geezer continue with his ministrations. Strangely, she’d given up caring. It was as if her sense of personal space had become compressed into a tiny nugget somewhere inside of her heart where only there it remained inviolable. Otherwise, what did it matter what the world did with her flesh? This cold wonderment disturbed her for a fractional moment, but was swept away by the rush of desire. She really, really wanted to rub one out. She flushed and pushed the man’s hand back.

“I’m curious, but is it any coincidence that most of the faculty happens to be young and attractive women?” she said, looking around the meeting room as people stood around chatting. A big welcome back banner was spread across the front of the room.

“I think it’s a good sign that the glass ceiling is no more, soon even my position may be replaced by an up-and-comer,” the President said, smelling his hand with some satisfaction. His eyes twinkled with some creepy knowledge.

“Why do I have the feeling that you will be checking them out just as freely as you just did me,” she continued. Melissa pulled her away before she could say more.

“Don’t you get it? He means you may be on track to be the President someday, that’s great news! Don’t blow it.”

“Sorry, sis, but I do plan on blowing it, and he’s going to like it.”

“Oh ok, as long as we’re on the same page. You look amazing, by the way. I am jealous of all the attention you’ve been getting in the news feeds. You’re a hero!”

“Well, why don’t you get naked too? Might be good for your career,” she said without apparent sarcasm.

“I’d need a good trainer. Can you teach me sometime?”

This time Aubrey was taken aback, “Oh. Ok. I didn’t expect that response, not right away. I mean.” Melissa pumped her hand in enthusiasm to seal the agreement.

When she finally arrived at her class, the students all rose to give her a standing ovation. She bowed, did a quick turn around the podium and posed her ass at them. They cheered even louder.

“Thank you for your warm welcome. I’ve learned a lot about myself the past few days. It may come as no surprise that not only have I accepted the lifestyle of FHS but I am announcing that I will continue to live my life as a full time participant. Medical professionals have come to an agreement that I may have had latent tendencies that I had been suppressing all this time. I am fortunate that I was given this opportunity to explore my true nature. I hope others are as lucky.

“There will be time for photos later, so please listen for the moment. Now, before you think I’m still the old stick in the mud from before, I just want to say that there will be new rules for class conduct but ones flexible enough for our new situation. The most important rule is that I am still in charge of this class, and the most important principle of this class is still the continuation of your education. With that in mind, there will be a reward schedule made up for top performers during class evaluations and testing: the top 10 students of the class will be given end of quarter privileges with me. For female students who don’t swing that way, we’ll work out an alternate reward schedule, can’t let the guys have all the fun, can we?

“The top performer will have me for a weekend as their slave, to use as their will, man or woman at the end of the semester. To keep things interesting, there will be pop quizzes with various winning prizes that will be picked from a bowl with suggestions. Write yours down and a TA will collect them later. Once a week, we will have a free session, where Charlene and I will entertain you in the study hall. Charlene has agreed minimize disruption during class except for emergencies. But just to launch our new time together, we’ll walk down the aisles for a free grope and photo shoot. OK, here is your first freebie.”

She stepped from the lectern and turned around. She leaned forward so everyone had a good view. Just like Charlene had suggested, she fingered herself as the class took photos.

She then turned saucily once more to look at the crowd who seemed to tense in anticipation. Slowly, she stepped from the stage and began walking.

As she walked down the row, students reached out to feel her up. Her arousal kept increasing as the pressing hands teased different parts of her body. Charlene was already in the back, body-surfing the mass of students from other classes who had come to witness Aubrey’s official return to work.

“Professor, you’re leaking!” one student exclaimed. Aubrey approached the student, hands on her hips in challenge. She said, “Why don’t you clean it up for me then?”

The student looked around but quickly reached out to grab her by the hips and pushed his face into her eager muff. She came in front of her students, using her own hands to tease her nipples as her pubic mound ground into the student’s face. The intense shame of it all lit up her visage in a golden radiance of lustful abandon. Supplicating hands surrounded her, touched her, fulfilling her most base desires for acceptance and community–indeed, the suffocating cage of society itself as it gave with one hand and took with another. She was a chalice of emptiness to be filled with the hedonistic lust of her new followers, or new masters, such as it may be.

Her shame was dead, long live her shame.





To be continued…

