Liza's New Life

The three-headed creature actually got us to the harbor at Avalon and lowered the anchor.

"We made it!" Sam announced. "It's time to put an end to the penalties and get ready to go ashore."

Lynn extracted her hands from inside the guys' shorts and they reverted to three distinct individuals, roaming the cockpit at random, chaotically.

"Bend over, Liza." Sam told me. "It's time the bunny lost its tail."

I reluctantly bent over and braced myself against the railing on the bulkhead. I spread my feet. I didn't want to lose my tail, but the habit of following instructions was becoming as strong as keeping my promises.

"Slow or fast?" Sam asked, as if he were removing a band-aid, not extracting a whisk from the depths of my bowels.

"Slow and easy," I cautioned.

The lip of the handle stung my sphincter as Sam gently tugged, and my anus was slow to release its catch, but eventually the fullness I had enjoyed for about an hour began to diminish. As Sam continued to draw the whisk from my ass, I began to feel a familiar emptiness, hateful and lonely. Before he could extract the final two inches, I slammed my feet together, clinched my butt, and reached back with one hand to arrest his progress.

"No, don't!" I shouted as I grabbed the whisk firmly in my own hand. Holding it inside me, I stood up and turned to face him. "I...I'm not ready to take it out. Not yet."

"What?" The look on his face was one of incredible disbelief. The three of them stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

"Please, don't ask," I begged. "Just let me keep it a while longer. Just a little while longer, okay?"

"You really want it?" Lynn's eyes bulged. "But it was just for a penalty, and it's over now."

I didn't answer. I didn't know how to explain the emptiness and how awful it was. They had never experienced the fullness, so how could they understand the emptiness?

"Liza," Jake began. "We're all going into town. You can't come this far and not see Avalon. Come on. It's really neat and you'll like the cute little shops."

"No, I'll wait for you here, and besides, I don't have anything to wear, remember?" I looked down at my naked torso for emphasis.

"That's a good point," Jake agreed. "Sam, what's she going to wear?"

Instead of answering, Sam unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His pectorals and well-defined stomach muscles reminded me that he was an athlete.

"You can wear this," he said. "People will just assume you have a bathing suit on underneath." He held it out for me to insert an arm.

I put my free arm through the sleeve and he drew it around my back. I pushed the whisk into myself fully, as it was before, and I clinched my buttocks tightly. I released my grip and put that arm into the second sleeve. The tapered shirt hung on me loosely; the seams of the shoulders came nearly down to my elbows. The shirttails ended midthigh, but the sides of my legs were bared to just below my crotch. In the back, a tent was formed as it hung over the embedded whisk.

"You can keep it in until the water taxi gets here," Sam said with a shrug and went below to call make the call.

"How about me?" Lynn asked Jake. "Can I get dressed now, too?" She picked up her bra from where it had settled against the bulkhead and held it, gently twirling it, with a quizzical look on her face.

"Yeah, but not that." Jake replied. He took it from her. She didn't object. "Just your t-shirt and skirt. The bra and panties stay aboard."

She smiled coquettishly, and then went to the chest and drew them out. She pulled the t-shirt over her head, down over her tiny breasts, and tugged at it to its full length to above her navel. Her nipples, defined nicely by the fabric, were fully erect. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. I have to admit that I immediately felt the loss of that magnificent pussy. I ached all over at the thought that I could no longer see it. I wanted her to sit back down in the chair with her legs over the arms, so I could see her once more. God! What had I become? I was looking at her through the eyes of an adolescent boy. I pushed at the whisk to feel it move within me, and touched my clitoris through Sam's shirt. I closed my eyes to better visualize Lynn's pussy."The shore boat will be here in just a minute," Sam said as he came through the hatch from below. "We've got to take it out now, Liza."

I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me, expectantly. I knew that the jig was up, and that I would have to comply this time. I obediently resumed the bending position in front of him, offering my tail. I spread my legs, relaxed my buttocks, and waited in resignation.

Sam didn't waste any time. He flipped up his shirt from over the whisk and pulled it from me in one, swift motion. My anus gapped and I gasped. My knees turned to rubber and I crumpled to the deck. My head spun and I grasped frantically at Sam's ankles to keep from falling off the earth.

"Are you okay?" He hovered over me.

"Just...let me...rest a minute," I managed to get out.

"Did I hurt you?" Sam's voice was agitated. "Can I do anything?"

"Put it back...in."

"What? No way!"

I felt Sam's body move, and then I heard a splash. My bunny tail was headed for the ocean's bottom, never to fill me again. I cried. I sobbed. I closed my eyes even more tightly to try to hide from the emptiness. The three of them gathered around me; their voices mingled in meaningless gibberish. I reached behind me and pressed my hand against my still wide-open anus. I wanted the emptiness to go away. I felt I was going to die if I didn't get something up my ass.

"I need it. I need it," I repeated over and over as I sobbed.

A large hand with calluses grasped mine and moved it away from my hole.

"No," I cried. "Let me..."

Small feminine fingers touched my rosebud and two of them slid through the opening. My sphincter closed around them and held on tightly, as a drowning swimmer would a life preserver. I felt the warmth of Lynn's body as she put her other arm around me and pressed her hand at my pubis. The effect brought calm to the troubled seas. I breathed normally and stopped crying. When Jake released my hand, I placed it over Lynn's at my hole, making sure she wouldn't escape. In the distance the roar of an outboard motor grew louder. It was the shore boat.

"What are we going to do?" Jake's voice became discernible as my head found its mooring and the fog in my brain cleared.

"Liza, the taxi is almost here," Sam's voice was urgent. "Can you stand up, yet? You've got to try."

I nodded, clutched Lynn's hand as tightly as I could, and rolled onto my knees. Sam and Jake supported me and helped me stand as Lynn's fingers pushed me from deep within. Once upright, Lynn continued to hold me and support me. Sam lifted the hem of the shirt to my face and wiped it; he dried my tears. Jake greeted the taxi driver at the side of the boat and helped him pull up along side as Sam put my shirt back down and buttoned a couple more of its buttons: the ones from the middle of my breasts to just below my navel were now fastened.

"You've got to let Lynn remove her fingers, now. Understand?"

I shook my head and held onto her with both my hands, pressing her even more firmly into me.

"Oh, shit!" Sam exclaimed. "You've got to! Listen," he decided suddenly to try a different tack, "If you behave I'll remove one of your remaining penalties, okay? You've got to let Lynn out of your ass and you have got to get in the taxi!"

"Let us stay here, please Sam," I begged.

"No, I want you to come with us. If you don't make a scene, I'll remove all the remaining penalties and find something to stick up your ass in town, okay?"

"Promise?"

"Yes, for god's sake, yes."

I continued to hold her hand, but slowly drew her fingers out of me. I held onto her hand for dear life, as if it were my one link to a full rectum. I wouldn't let go. The boat was ready and waiting for us.

Sam ran below to get my shoes and purse as Jake wrenched Lynn's hand from mine and helped her into the motorboat. The taxi driver helped her from below, and got a long and appreciative look up her skirt, but Lynn pretended not to notice his attention. She winked at me to let me know she enjoyed getting into the boat, and to encourage me to do the same. I smiled back, trying desperately to think of something besides my empty asshole, and admiring how quickly she had caught on to the game.

I was next to climb over the side into the taxi, and sure enough, the young mariner was more than happy to help. He supported me at the hips, letting his hands raise my shirttails to my waist as he lowered me. His eyes lingered on my shaved pussy as I took my time getting a footing in the motorboat.

The effect of having the young man's eyes on my pussy was a familiar one. It reminded me of the first time Marc stripped me for Sam and Jake. The moistness in my groin and the blush in my cheeks brought me back to basics: the humiliation of displaying myself is what Marc and the others wanted of me, and what I must endure to earn their adoration. It dawned on me that if I weren't careful, this obsession with my asshole could interfere with keeping the anklet's promises, perhaps even cause problems between Marc and me.

Lynn and I sat on the bench at the bow of the motorboat, facing the stern. Sam and Jake climbed aboard and sat facing us from the center bench; the driver steered from behind them at the engine. Jake made sure that Lynn and I kept our knees apart, giving all the guys a constant view. Though I'd just been naked for them for several hours, I still couldn't help but tingle all over as I watched their eyes on us, moving from pussy to pussy. Lynn put her arm around me and cuddled me.

"You're right. Sitting like a proper young lady is an absolute must," she whispered in my ear and giggled softly.

I smiled broadly and reflexively moved my knees even further apart. 'Yes, this is the way it should be,' I thought to myself. 'Anything else just gets in the way.'

The taxi deposited us at the green pier, our identification was checked, I put on my shoes, and we headed for the shops. Sam needed to go directly to an antique shop on an errand for his dad, but Jake wanted to go where he thought he could find an anklet like mine for Lynn. Because time was limited, the boys decided we should split up and arranged to meet at a popular sidewalk café after our mutual errands. Sam and I continued along the beach, while Lynn and Jake, hand in hand, went straight inland.

"Sam," I broke the silence we had observed since we pared off, "May I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," he replied in a friendly tone.

"Good, but before I do, I just want you to know that I know you tell Marc everything I do."

"Yeah, that's no secret."

"Well, I know that Marc likes to hear about my being naked and likes to fantasize about it, and that's why he arranges for me to spend time with you when he has to work, and why I do all these...things, but there is one thing that has me a little concerned."

"Yeah?"

"Well, it's the...you know...the tail...thing."

"You mean the Bunny-Tail thing?" he teased.

"Yes," I sighed. "Well...I'm not sure how Marc will take it. You know, my nakedness is what he's all about. We both know that. Jeez, I've finally gotten it through my head that he really, really likes it when I'm naked for his friends, and that's what he wants, and I'm trying my best, as I promised, and it's going pretty well, right?"

"Yeah," Sam agreed with a smile.

"Yes, and I've never seen him happier. I'm going to great lengths to keep him happy, but this latest...development...could have an unexpected effect. I can tell you, he's never shown the slightest interest in that portion of my anatomy. I might even go so far as to say he might be rather...disgusted...if you were to tell him..."

"So, we're back on that, then. You want me to keep a secret from Marc?"

"Just listen, okay?" My tone was half begging, half admonishing. I took his hand and pulled him to a nearby bench that faced the beach, looking out over a few sunbathers toward the ocean. As we settled on it, he held up the back of my shirt so that my bare buttocks came to rest on the sun-drenched wood. The heat stung me; I took a quick breath. Once seated, the front flaps of the tapered shirt rested on my thighs and my bared pussy was on view to anyone who might look. I realized that sitting down for a serious conversation wasn't a good idea after all, but I was determined to go through with it whatever the cost. He gently pulled on my knee closest to him to make sure my crotch was sufficiently open.

"I know you enjoy...well, this," I began again and looked down at my spread-apart knees, "and what we've been doing the last few days, and I have to admit...well...though it's..." I stammered, suddenly unable to gather my thoughts coherently.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Sam prodded, his lips becoming a mischievous smile.

"Well, you know," I continued, trying to gather my wits, "what we do is...well, anyway...we both...well, all of us, now, I guess..."

"Are you trying to say you're enjoying yourself?" Sam helped me along.

I swallowed hard, not yet ready to make a bold admission. The idea that I was doing this for Marc gave me a certain aura of altruism, nobility.

"What I'm trying to say is that I think it all could come to an ugly end if certain things aren't handled correctly. You want us to keep spending time together, right?"

"Do you?"

I hung my head, unable to answer.

"Do you?" he repeated more forcefully.

"Yes," I whispered, silently cursing the way this eighteen-year-old handles me.

"And you're afraid Marc won't let you come out to play anymore if he knows you've learned to shove things up your butt?"

"I...I'm not sure." I let my annoyance at the way he phrased it show in my voice.

"So, what's the favor, exactly?"

He reached over and slowly, seductively undid the button at my breasts, pulling the material away from the right one so he could see my nipple. I scanned the beach quickly, but the only person who might have noticed was too far away to be of any consequence.

"Yes, well," I became momentarily distracted, "the favor, then, is that you let me be the one to tell Marc about this – in a proper way, when he's ready."

A couple in their early thirties walked by in front of us just at that moment. They both stopped, stared intently at my crotch for several seconds, and then the woman pulled her husband along without delay. I couldn't help but blush and feel my heart race as I watched his eyes remain fixed on me even as his wife began to fling indignant and unrepeatable epithets toward him and, without reservation, me. I never even considered drawing my knees together; to flash unsuspecting strangers was the fulfillment of a promise I wouldn't break, no matter how insulting, or humiliating.

"Oh, wow! That was a good one," Sam laughed in great delight.

"Oh, god," I moaned in resignation, even as my nipples ached from being so hard.

That's when Sam's cell phone rang. He was still laughing when he answered it. He listened and made some monosyllabic replies, and then handed it to me. It was Marc. He called to tell me that his client was flying him to Catalina; they would be here for dinner, and for me to get a hotel room for us to stay the night. He asked a few questions about how I liked sailing and other chatty things, and then hung up.

"Well, it appears you'll be sailing back without me," I told Sam. "Do you know any good hotels around here?"

"If we have to find a hotel, we better get going. We don't have much time..."

Sam stood up and pulled me up along with him. The antique store was another two blocks away, so he had time to explain about the broach his father had sent him to pick up for his Mom's birthday. I neither cared about, nor listened to everything he said about the authentication process and the paperwork involved with the precious item, but wondered instead, as he babbled on, whether he would rat me out to Marc, and if he would keep his promise to find me a new tail. I could feel my resolve to think about something other than my asshole weakening, and I tried to be strong, but nevertheless I looked forward to examining the inventory of this store with only one thought in mind.

"NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE," read the large sign on the door of the shop. Sam and I stopped and looked at each other. He looked longingly at his shirt and my eyes grew wide in disbelief of what he could be thinking. With a slight nod I drew his attention to the people walking by and made a face that would make the devil himself modify his evil plans.

"Come on," he said as he opened the door and ushered us through it.

"May I help you?" a clerk of about forty challenged in a haughty voice as he stepped in front of us to bar our going any further into the store.

"We're here to see Mr. Long about a broach my dad bought," Sam spoke up.

"The Senior Mr. Long is in his office, but you cannot go back there like that."

"I know, but she has my shirt," Sam pointed to me, "and I really need to see Mr. Long. Could you at least get him for me?"

"All I can do is ask you to leave. Come back when you are properly attired."

"I don't have time for this. Please tell Mr. Long I'm here!"

Sam's plea was met with an icy stare.

"Please," Sam repeated.

"If the lady is wearing your shirt, I suggest she give it back to you, then you may go to Mr. Long's office."

"Yes, but then she won't have a shirt, and we're right back where we started."

"The rule does not apply to the ladies," he answered as if that was an obvious exception any reasonable person would know.

"Okay, you asked for it." Sam smirked and looked at me. "Give me back my shirt, Liza," he said.

I gasped in disbelief, even though I sensed it was coming. Why is it that everything I fear most always happens? My eyes ran quickly over what I could see of the small shop, but the fact that no other people were there gave me little comfort.

"I...I'm not wearing a bathing suit under this," I stammered to the clerk.

To my amazement, he just shrugged his shoulders, as if to ward off unnecessary and unwanted information and made no reply.

"I need my shirt, Liza," Sam pressed.

I swallowed hard as I reached for the top button. I don't know whether I was guarding that button, or preparing to comply. I just wanted the joke to be over. The very idea of disrobing for a stranger in a public place was way beyond anything I might have imagined, despite my anklet's promise of "anytime," and "no limits." This was very different from the playful flashing Sam expects, or getting naked for trusted friends in safe surroundings to titillate my husband. It occurred to me that my ability to keep a promise was going to be tested to the utmost.

"Hurry up, Liza. We don't have a lot of time. I don't want to navigate the marina back home in the dark."

I tried to move my fingers that were still holding the top button, but I couldn't. I was dumbstruck. Sam finally lost his patience and reached for the bottom button. My hands went to his, but they didn't stop him, only followed his progress. He unbuttoned it and moved quickly to the next. My hands continued to rest on his. The second button was loosened, then the next. I bowed my head. My breathing quickened.

"Marc will love hearing about this," he whispered in my ear as the next button came loose.

With the next button the shirt no longer hid my pussy, and with the loosening of the last one it fell away completely. Sam spread the shirt wide as he pushed it down my shoulders and off. My purse tumbled to the floor, but I paid it no mind. As my arms were released from the sleeves, I brought one to cover my pussy and the other across my breasts. The clerk leered. Sam winked mischievously, but didn't fuss about how I hid myself.