My Dreams Bug Me Pt 3

For the next few weeks. My schedule never changed. Trevor and I ran in the mornings. We would visit the park and sometimes see Amelia and her friends. They spent a lot of time there. Then work. On the weekends I was free to exercise, do chores around the house, and whatever I wanted.

I had been sending 5 notepad sexy pictures and 5 sexy pictures every day. Trevor never mentioned them; he never tried to kiss me or hold my hand. Boys are crazy. Jenny had been helping me send sexy pictures, she sometimes held the camera. But I never told her about the notepad type ones.

It was a very late Saturday night. I was in bed at around 11pm. I ran in the morning with Trevor. And then in the afternoon by myself. I was much more tired now then I was any other night I could remember. I was lying in bed. I felt like I had only fallen asleep for a second.

I woke up to a text. "Outside now. Bring your lipstick." It was from Trevor.

I put on some running shorts, sports bra, and a T-shirt. Trevor was parked outside. He was driving an old rusty minivan. I climbed into the passenger seat, and he drove off without saying a word.

We pulled into my work. It was 2 am. The lights in the parking lot were off. But he didn't park in the front. He drove around to the back. Where we had cardboard storage, broken old shopping carts lined up, and the dumpsters.

Trevor didn't speak. He parked the minivan facing 4 dumpsters. The vehicle lights were left on. They had been moved. We normally kept them in a straight line alone the wall. These were in a C shape. Bags and bags of garbage were on the ground, some broken open. Rotting food stunk as I asked why we were here.

Trevor walked to me. In his hand he had a clear plastic cage. It was full. To the top. Maggots. I froze. My legs quivered. I put my hand on the hood of the minivan to brace myself.

"I have a specific notepad picture or two that I would like. Take off your clothes." Trevor smiled.

With fumbling hands, I pulled off my T-shirt. I paused to look at him and around us. "Naked." Trevor hissed as he took the lipstick from my hands.

I nodded and pulled off the sports bra and shorts. I kept looking around as I kicked off my shoes. Trevor handed me the cage. He held it up to my face and said "Hold this. Don't move." I complied. The maggots inches from my eyes as I was frozen.

I felt Trevor writing on my stomach. I lost a bunch of weight over the summer. 10 lbs and I was much leaner. I didn't have a ripped 6 pack. But I was leaner. Trevor then went behind me. Writing on my butt.

He walked back to my front. He took the clear cage and my hand. He walked me to the dumpsters, I felt like I was going to puke. He pushed me on the ground. My back leaned against several bags of trash.

"Spread your legs. Smile, hands on knees. Show your pussy and tits to me." Trevor smiled as I complied. My legs shook. I never looked down to see what he had written on my stomach.

He was holding the maggots as he took pictures. I sat up straight. My stomach was flat so you could read what he wrote. Trevor threw some garbage on me. My shoulder, my legs, he rubbed grease, oil, and dirt on my naked body. He took more pictures. I was disgusted. I was scared.

Then the worst of the worst.

Trevor walked over to me. He opened the cage, and he flung the maggots on me. They stuck to my face, my hair, my tits, and my stomach. More were on my thighs as they wiggled. I was frozen. I couldn't smile. I felt like screaming and crying.

Trevor took more pictures.

I could feel the maggots on the ground wiggling against my butt, my thighs, and at my pussy. I wanted to scream. I wanted to move. But I couldn't.

If you were to name one fear. One nightmare. The most ultimate of extreme scenarios that you feared the most. This was nearly mine. Bugs. Worms. Maggots. I always had a fear that one would get in my ear, in my eye, in my mouth.

Then the worst of the worst. A bug would get inside my pussy. A fly would get in, lay larvae and they would grow. They would eat, multiple, and crawl out. My body shivered in disgust. My brain was wracked with fear.

I felt them at the lips of my pussy. I was crying as I looked at Trevor. He took more pictures. When he was satisfied, he had me sit up. On my hands and knees. I squished his maggots under my knees and the palms of my hands. Some were stuck to my ass. He wanted me to point my naked pussy and ass at his camera.

I did it of course. I was so scared. I wanted this to be done. But I could hardly move under my own power. Trevor poured the last of the maggots on the top of my head, shoulders, back and ass.

Then he took the pictures. He told me to look back at the camera. "I want to see your face." Trevor commanded.

I complied. I tried to smile, but I was sobbing and crying. When he was finished, he brushed the majority of the maggots off, stood me up, and walked me to a nearby hose. He turned it on and sprayed the garbage, oil, and most of the bugs off of me. He never spoke.

The cold water woke me up. I shivered from the mix of fear and cold water. "I got some really good pictures. Want to see?" Trevor asked as she wrapped my upper body in the towel and picked up a few maggots from my hair.

I was still naked. The towel barely covered me. My ass, pussy, and legs on full display to anyone that may have driven past the area.

I was shocked by the pictures. No. I was disgusted. I was naked. Tits and pussy on display. The words "Dumpster Slut" were written in dark red lipstick across my stomach as I was naked, posing in garbage, and maggots crawled on me.

He even had close ups of my crying face, maggots touching my pussy lips, and then the ass shots.

I was on my hands and knees; I was looking back at him. The words "Bugger me" were written in the same lipstick across my ass. Dead maggots were squished against my naked ass cheeks. I was crying. Maggots were piled on my hair, back, and full naked body.

The last two pictures were the worst. The most humiliating. They were of my hairless pussy and asshole. Drips of clear white juice clung to my pussy lips and clit. Zoomed in.

I was wet.

Trevor smiled as I looked at the picture and then to him.

His hand found my pussy. His finger sliding up and down across my wet lips. I moaned. But I was disgusted. "Dumpster slut." Trevor whispered in my ear as he slowly massaged my clit and wet pussy lips.

My legs shook, I nearly fell. Trevor braced me with his shoulder and pushed me back against the wall. The cold wall felt like gravel on my soft skin. My legs were wide, my hips spread. Trevor's fingers were tracing up and down on my wet and gushing pussy lips.

"You looked so sexy. You were crying. You were scared. The most scared you have ever been." Trevor whispered as his soft hands traced my pussy and opening.

I moaned again.

"Do you like this dumpster slut?" Trevor hissed.

"Yes. Yes, I like this." I whispered back. My eyes were shut tight.

"One day. After we have sex for a few years. I will have your pussy spread wide. Gaping. We will come back here to take more pictures. Same set up. But you will be on your back. Your legs up wide. Your pussy opening wide. Your pussy will be full of wiggling maggots. You will smile as they crawl around inside of you and fall out. Your pussy will gush. Your clit will throb. A real dumpster slut." Trevor hissed as he described the worst nightmare I have ever had.

"Oh god." I whispered as I could picture every detail. I could smell the rotting garbage, the rough concrete on my skin. The fear and humiliation. I could picture what he described. The wiggling maggots overflowing my gaping pussy. My hand instinctively shot to my pussy.

"No. There are none here. Just me." Trevor laughed.

I swear I could feel them. Maggots on me right now. But it was just Trevor's fingers tracing my soaking wet pussy.

Trevor took the towel and wiped the lipstick from my abs and butt. He walked me to the minivan. I got dressed inside as we drove back to my house. He parked in front, smiling ear to ear, and he asked. "Would you like a copy of the pictures?"

I shook my head. "No." My body quivered remembering the horror.

I got out and walked inside. It was nearly 4 am. I went to the bathroom and wiped off the grease, oil, and stench. Then I combed through my hair. No maggots were found. I pulled on my pajamas and went to sleep.

I woke up at 7 am. Right on schedule. But I was exhausted. Tired beyond belief. I smelled my arms, my bed, and looked around. I haven't smelled any garbage since last night. I was surprised. But I climbed in the shower, and I sprayed my whole body with bleach. I used it once a month to clean the shower. But today. I was showering in it. I didn't smell any garbage. But I felt like I was dirty.

After showering for nearly an hour. I used all the hot water. I shaved my legs in the cold water and went to the sink. I used the lipstick to write on my face, my tits, my arms. I took sexy pictures with words written like, "Slut, whore, fuck me" and more on my face and body.

It was the first time I had taken a picture that showed my face, the terrible words, and my naked tits in the same picture. I used red lipstick to make my nipples dark red. But you could tell they were exposed.

I sent 5 notepad sexy pictures to Trevor. Then took 3 more sexy ones as I got dressed.

"Long shower today?" My mom asked.

"Yeah. I felt dirty. Like I couldn't get clean. And I shaved my legs. It's a habit now." I smiled as best as I could.

My mom handed me food, I sat at the table, she walked over to me and smelled my hair and shoulder. "You don't smell bad to me. A bit like bleach." My mom stated before she walked away.

"I wanted to go down to the river. Some friends from school were going to hang out in the sun all day. Can I go, relax, do some swimming and sunbathing with the girls?" I asked my mom.

"Sure. Need a ride?" My mom asked.

"No. I've been running a lot. I can make it there easy now." I smiled and she agreed.

It was nearly 5 miles one way. But I lied and I would use the bike. Just like I had previously every other time. The best part was nearly no hills between the river and us. I packed a backpack with a swimsuit, extra clothes, water, snacks, sunscreen and more.

I ran off and met up with Trevor. He saw the backpack and asked what the plan was.

"How about a sunbathing day down at the park. I bet Amelia is there." I smiled. Or did my best to.

I was having troubles with what I thought about Trevor. I liked him a lot. But he scared the shit out of me last night.

"Okay. Sounds like fun." Trevor smiled. He took the backpack from me, and we rode off.

No kiss, no hug, nothing. He still showed no emotion. What was his problem?

We made it to the park. And just as I thought. Amelia and her friends were there too.

"Today is the hottest day of summer!" Amelia laughed as she fanned herself and had a bottle of water in her hand. Amelia playfully sprayed Trevor and me in the chest. It was ice water.

"Here. Over here!" A girl called from the group.

6 other girls from school were lying on large towels. Spread out and absorbing the sun. Only a few guys sat or lay down nearby. Trevor pulled off his shirt and Amelia handed him an extra towel. He lay next to her, and I was next to Trevor.

I went to the bathroom to change into my bikini. It was nowhere near as small as Amelia's or her friends. But it was the smallest two piece I had.

"Oil or sunscreen?" Amelia asked as she smiled at me.

"Oil." I stated and smiled back. I would likely burn. But I had been slowly getting more and more tan with all of these outings.

Trevor took the bottle and poured it over me. Way too much was covering my body as he smiled. His hands massaged it in my legs. His hands bumped against my mound as I smiled at him. Then he did my stomach. His fingers barely crossed the line under my bikini bottom before he moved on.

Then the top. He did my chest, my shoulders, and my arms. Each time he spread the oil across my side or my chest. His fingers crossed the line where my bikini top covered. I smiled as he smiled back.

Then it was my turn. I poured way too much oil on his chest and legs too. When I did his stomach. My hand crossed way further under his shorts than he had done to me. I felt pubic hair before I stopped. His eyes were wide with surprise as I saw Amelia tip her sunglasses down and giggle at us being idiots.

After a few minutes I went to turn over.

"Oh, oil boy. Get her back. And make sure her cheeks are fully covered." Amelia teased Trevor.

Trevor nodded and complied. He started with my claves, then my thighs, then my ass. He pulled the bikini together, giving me a wedgie as his hands massaged my ass. I had a very white tan lined ass. I think the internet calls it bunny butts or whale tails. Trevor then pulled my bikini bottoms back to full coverage.

I laid down my head as Trevor went to my back. He unsnapped my top and my hands shot to hold it in place. "Relax. You are laying down." Trevor whispered in my ear.

Amelia was smiling at me again as I smiled back. My bare back had a thick white line across it. I had never done this in a million years. Laid out with my top undone! Are you crazy.

"Oh. Amy's getting hot out here. Hey ladies. Amy's top is undone!" Amelia teased.

"Oooh. I hope no one snatches it when she falls asleep." The girls teased and laughed.

Trevor finished my shoulders, his hands snaked under my body, much farther than was necessary. He whispered in my ear, "It wouldn't be a big deal if you showed off your tits. Just a little bit. Would it be so bad?"

Trevor was finished and laid down.

"Here. Let me." Amelia smiled.

"Don't get up Amy. Or do. I don't mind. And I doubt anyone else would either." Amelia smiled and teased.

Amelia poured oil over Trevor's back as he laid down next to me. She coated him thoroughly before she returned to her own towel.

The hot sun, the cold spray of ice water from Amelia, and we only lasted a couple hours in the sun. It was the hottest day of the year. I needed a break, some water, and some shade. I put my bikini top back together and sat up.

I walked to the shade by the BBQ's and the bathrooms. Kids were playing with some sprinklers. I stood in one and let the cold-water shower over me. I shivered at the cold water. It took a few minutes to forget the scorching heat of the sun.

"Amy. Over here. Group picture time!" Amelia yelled.

"Coming." I yelled back and walked over.

But no. I would not be participating in the group picture.

Amelia was topless. The other 6 girls were topless. They were laying side by side like tan lined hotdogs, on their backs, tits up to the sun. Many had dark tan bodies with very white breasts or lines crisscrossing their chests. Amelia had the tiny string bikini tops, and the lines to prove it.

"Here. Lay down next to me. We need a group picture." Amelia teased as Trevor was standing over them with Amelia's cell phone in her hand, a massive smile on his teenage boy face, and a raging boner in his shorts.

"No. No way. I could never. Not in public." I negotiated.

"Do it. They're just tits. Do it fast. We are topless too!" The other girls hissed at me.

"Fine." I gave in. I laid next to Amelia as she clapped her hands happily.

I pulled off my top quickly, looking at Trevor. He had a huge smile and winked at me. I was on my back. My C cup tits like pyramids pointing at the sky. Trevor took pictures as he walked around. He stood on a chair to get up higher. It felt like hours. But it was likely less than 2 minutes.

The girls were giggling as they waited for the group topless picture to be over.

"Done." Trevor announced. But I knew he would have done anything he could to slow this 2 minutes down to last hours or a whole day.

I went to sit up, but Amelia stated, "Nope. Pull off the bottoms and turn over. Ass shots too. These are yearly traditions. So nice of you to show up on this day of all days." Amelia giggled.

I covered my tits with one arm, used the other to push myself to a half sit up position, and looked at the other girls. They were giggling like idiots as they wiggled their bikini bottoms down and threw them at Trevor.

Trevor was a stunned, horny, and a boner raging statue. The look on his face to see 8 naked high school girls tits and now exposed ass and pussy. He was a frozen mess of a boy.

Not to be left out I wiggled mine off and threw them at Trevor. I kept my legs firmly pressed together. But Amelia coached me a bit. "Don't lay flat. Your butt will look flat and terrible. Arch your hips up a bit. Stick your butt up. Think of a football under your hips right here." Amelia whispered as I looked over to see her and the other girls doing it.

I lifted slowly. But I felt the sun. The hot sun was on my asshole. The lips of my pussy were warm. Both were visible in the sun.

"Yes. Hold right there." Amelia smiled and instructed.

Trevor took more than 5 minutes. He walked around slowly. Taking pictures from every angle. All 8 girls were on display. Ass up, pussy out for the sun.

"Okay. I think I got it. Individuals and a bunch of group shots. I could barely fit you all in. I needed a ladder or something." Trevor mumbled.

The girls crawled around to find their bikini bottoms they had thrown at Trevor earlier. They pulled them on, wiggled, and kicked them. Then they looked for their tops. When they found they pulled them on as well.

Amelia looked through the pictures.

"You shave your legs today?" Amelia asked.

"Yeah. Out of habit. Good thing I did." I smiled.

"Pussy too?" Amelia asked as she shaded the screen with her hand and looked closer.

"No. None grow on my ass, lips, or the sides of my pussy. By my thighs. Only the front and upper like leg. But I shave that all off." I stated as I pointed to the front of my pubic area and sides.

"Oh, that's lucky. It's so tough to get to those places. My sister has to wax my back part." Amelia giggled.

"See. That's you." Amelia smiled and pointed the camera at me.

A close-up picture of my ass, whale tail white, tan lined ass, exposed brown asshole, and hairless pink pussy were on display.

Not a hair, but a drop of pussy juice was clinging to the lips. Another was dangling from my clit.

"Oh my god." I moaned.

"Don't worry. We have scrap books for us girls. It's not for the public or the internet. Just for us to look back 40 years from now and know we were hot sexy bitches." Amelia laughed as the other girls cheered.

"Uh. Need anything else?" Trevor stuttered.

"No. But Amy will help you out with that. Go use my SUV. Suck his dick. He was very nice and took naked pictures of us. Shame for him to not get something in return." Amelia smiled and handed Amy a set of keys.

"What? Do what?" I nearly yelled.

"Are you a virgin. Ok. No worry. I will do it then." Amelia stated.

"No. I mean. I haven't done it. No guy wants me to do that! I'm a nerd. I'm not hot." I nearly shouted but then whispered.

"Trevor. Come here." Amelia asked and patted the ground next to her and Amy.

Trevor sat down. His boner was threatening to poke out of his pants.

"Now Trevor." Amelia smiled and looked at him.

"Yes." Trevor asked.

"You have been very good. Oil boy and all. You just took naked pictures of 8 gorgeous high school girls. You are solid, you are hard, you have a boner. Amy will give you a blow job. I know you like her. Is that okay?" Amelia asked.

"Yeah. Yes. I would like that." Trevor nervously stated.

"See. Just put the dick in your mouth. Move your mouth up and down while it's closed on it. And lick. It's not bad. I promise. And he won't last long. Let him shoot in your mouth. Or on your body. It doesn't taste bad. I swear." Amelia smiled and shook the keys at Trevor.