The Halloween Skits

"We're going to discuss erogenous zones," Jim said as he stepped towards Vicky. He hesitated a moment and glanced towards Kendra before continuing. "Many people know a few of these, but there are some less common ones."

Jim reached his hands into Vicky's hair and started massaging her scalp. "The scalp is an example," Jim said as Vicky let out a soft moan. "Stimulation of an erogenous zone should make you feel aroused." Vicky moaned louder. "Is it working?"

"Oh yeah," she replied. Jim continued to rub her scalp with one hand and slid the fingertips of his other across her earlobe and down her neck.

"Ears, neck, and lips are other effective zones." He traced his thumb along her lips as Vicky looked up into his eyes. Jim stepped back and placed both hands atop her bare thighs.

"At the other end of the body are the feet and toes." He slid his fingers down her leg and removed her shoe and sock. He began massaging the sole of her foot. "Many people find stimulation here quite arousing."

Kendra spoke up from her chair. "Oh, that's the best isn't it, Vicky?" She knew that Jim was skilled at foot massages.

"Damn, I fucking love that." Vicky said.

"Watch your language or I'll have to extend your detention," Jim warned. He slid his hands slowly back up her legs, stopping just short of her underwear. Vicky was breathing heavily and starting to blush as he traced small circles along her inner thighs.

"Then of course, there's your well-known zones. Your vagina and clitoris." Jim's hands moved within a centimeter of Vicky's panties. Close enough that he could feel the heat between her legs. His hands continued up. "And your breasts and nipples." His hands hovered just over the fabric of her crop top.

Vicky grabbed his hands and pressed them onto her chest. "They're right here," she said. Jim felt her glorious tits for the first time, enjoying them for a moment before guilt took over.

"Sorry," he said as he pulled his hands away. "I don't want to lose my job." He looked at Kendra.

"Excuse me!" Kendra called out. "What's that called?" She pointed to the bulge in his short shorts.

Jim regained his composure and deadpanned, "That's my lap rocket darling. Want a ride?"

He wasn't sure where to take this skit now. They'd planned to have him and Kendra fool around a bit while Vicky got horny looking on. He'd grope and make out with Kendra, Vicky would get jealous and intervene, putting an end to the skit. Despite his attraction to Vicky, Jim knew that if he did that with her, Kendra would murder him.

Fortunately, Kendra spoke up. "Can I join the demonstration?" she asked. She was horny now and ready to return to the original plan so she could get felt up by her boyfriend.

"Of course," Jim said as Kendra sat next to Vicky on the desk. But he had another idea brewing in his head.

"Now we're going to review the 'bases'. Do you know what the bases are?" Both girls nodded.

"Good. What I'd like you to do is demonstrate first base for me. On each other." The words hung in the air for a second. Then the audience cheered.

They hadn't discussed this ahead of time. The truth was, Kendra had never kissed another girl. Not even in college.

Kendra was turned on, though, and she knew it would make Jim hot. She knew the audience would love it, too. The thought of kissing her long-time friend while they were dressed like sluts in front of her boyfriend and a large crowd made her pussy drip.

She turned towards Vicky, who looked back at her with a horny, wry smile. A moment later, their lips met. Kendra's eyes closed and her ears filled with the loud roar from the crowd.

Vicky's lips were soft and inviting and tasted like apricot. She felt Vicky's tongue and she parted her lips to allow it access. She replied with her own tongue and tasted Vicky's mouth.

It was unlike any kiss she'd experienced before. It was more supple, with both women intuitively responding to the movements of the other. Kendra felt a rush of wet heat in her pelvis. She was keenly aware of the feel of her breasts in her bra. She wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted, but eventually they slowly pulled their lips apart.

"Wow." Jim was slow to find his words while the audience continued to whistle their approval. "You guys get an A on that one."

The girls grinned at each other. "Do you want to show us second base?" Jim asked hopefully. The encouragement from the crowd was unmistakable.

Kendra wasn't sure how far she wanted to take this, but she wasn't done yet. She scooted herself up on the desk and wrapped one leg around Vicky. She moved close, pressing her pussy against her girlfriend's hip. This caused her small skirt to flip up, revealing her thighs and panties to the audience.

She hugged Vicky from behind and they turned towards each other to resume their kiss. Kendra's hands wandered up her friend's torso and began kneading her breasts through the uniform top. Jim involuntarily rubbed the lump in his shorts as he stared at his girlfriend making out with her gorgeous companion.

The uniform top was stiff and unsatisfying, and Kendra wanted to touch skin. She slid her hands up the bottom of her friend's crop top and soon her fingers found the hard nipples that were waiting. Vicky moaned into Kendra's mouth as her engorged nipples were played with.

The elastic band of the top was constraining. Vicky reached up and shrugged it off, freeing her round breasts for the crowd to see. Both girls heard clearly the wild cheers from the crowd.

Kendra now openly fondled Vicky's unencumbered breasts and stiff nipples. She couldn't help but grind her pussy up and down against her girlfriend's hip. Vicky, for her part, had dropped one hand to her lap and was rubbing her clit over her panties in full view of the crowd. The cheers were constant and loud.

Kendra focused on the sensation of Vicky's tongue in her mouth but needed more. She pulled back, earning a hungry glare from her friend. Then she leaned forward and took Vicky's nipple in her mouth, moistening all around it with her tongue. She lapped the soft breast skin and dragged her lips over the puffy nipple, marveling at her first taste of boob.

After a moment, she sat up and looked towards her boyfriend. Jim's eyes were glazed with arousal as he practically drooled over the scene in front of him. Kendra was quite pleased that her performance was having such an effect on him.

This whole experience was such a turn on for her. Her pussy yearned to be filled with Jim's thick cock. After the skit she would have to take him into the bathroom and let him bend her over. Maybe she would even invite Vicky along to watch.

The crowd had quieted a bit, waiting to see what would happen next. Jim spoke up. "You girls are really excellent students. I am so pleased with your work so far." He paused and Kendra sensed that he was debating whether to end the skit so he could find a place to fuck her or push his luck and see how far they were willing to go. "Shall we continue with a demonstration of third base?"

Vicky's aroused glance at Kendra told her she was game for a bit more. Kendra slid around to fully straddle her friend from behind. She kissed Vicky on the neck and whispered, "Tell me if you want me to stop." Then she made eye contact with Jim as she cupped both of Vicky's breasts.

She dropped a hand down to her friend's panties and found Vicky's hand already touching herself. Vicky grasped Kendra's hand and pressed it against her crotch. She could feel the damp heat of her friend's arousal through the underwear. She began to rub up and down, exploring the contours of Vicky's pussy through the thin material. She found her clit and applied pressure, slowly circling the hard nub. Vicky groaned her approval and reached up to pinch her own nipples.

Kendra stared at Jim who was rubbing his hard cock through his shorts. Then she slid her hand inside Vicky's underwear, across her smooth shaved skin until she reached her pussy. Her middle finger parted her friend's slick lips, then dragged up and circled her clit. Vicky shuddered and Jim let out a long "Fuuuuuuck" as he stood frozen in place.

Vicky whispered to Kendra, "I feel like such a slut, but I need you to get me off." She began to buck her hips as Kendra traced circles around her swollen bud. The crowd had grown silent, holding their breath as the scene unfolded. Vicky pulled hard on her own nipples as she rocked back and forth against Kendra's fingers.

After a few moments, her pace quickened. "Cum for me," Kendra urged. "Cum on my fingers in front of all these people. Cum for Jim as he watches me get you off." Vicky cried out and began to convulse. She shuddered and her thighs clamped around Kendra's fingers.

When she came down, the audience burst into cheers, shouting and clapping. Jim turned to face the crowd and gave an exaggerated bow, then held his hands towards the girls who still sat entwined on the desk.

Paul stepped to the stage. "Now, that will be hard to top! Let's have another round of applause for Jim, Kendra and Vicky!"

Kendra unwound herself from the desk, grabbed Vicky by the hand and Jim by the wrist and dragged them both off stage towards the nearest bathroom.

* * *

UNIFORM VIOLATION

Two hours ago, David would have never thought he'd be walking towards the stage to compete in this contest. It looked like his night was headed towards another early exit after apologizing for his drunk wife. As had become the norm, she'd made a scene, loudly berating David after she dropped her glass of chardonnay. The sad thing was that her blatant flirting with the waitstaff bothered him more than the drinking.

Tonight, her girlfriend had insisted on taking care of her, giving David a sympathetic look as they both left in an Uber. So that was how he found himself hanging out with acquaintances of a co-worker he hardly knew, trying to make the best of the night and take his mind off his marriage.

It's also how he came to meet Emma, the pretty young girl who was now walking with him towards the stage. She seemed to be everything his wife was not - vivacious, easygoing, and actually interested in David. In fact, she was unmistakably flirting with him. Her constant smile was a rejuvenation.

She wore a schoolgirl outfit that would get her suspended from any school in the country. The plaid skirt was maybe a foot long and stopped well short of the white fishnet thigh-highs that highlighted her lean legs. The white, button-up top was made of less fabric than the bottoms and was tied in a knot at the base of her ample cleavage. Her high ponytail complemented her frisky personality. A wide expanse of her flat, tanned tummy was on display, accentuated by a belly button ring that David couldn't stop staring at.

Unsurprisingly, David and his wife couldn't agree on a theme, so they hadn't dressed in costume. Instead David wore a perfectly fitted dark grey suit that complemented his salt and pepper hair along with a tie that set off his blue eyes.

When Emma had suggested that he act as principal to her schoolgirl, he just couldn't refuse. They had discussed a general direction for the skit, but mostly planned to wing it.

After they were introduced by Paul, David began. "Do you know why you've been sent to my office?"

"My teacher says I broke the school uniform code. But I'm wearing the uniform!" Emma protested.

"Miss, as you know the code requires not only that you wear the uniform, but that you wear it correctly. I'll have to evaluate whether you are in violation. Please stand up."

She stood from her chair and did a slow spin inviting David and the audience to ogle her freely.

David stepped close, their height difference noticeable as her big eyes gazed up at him through fake, thick-rimmed glasses. He placed a finger at the base of her neck and traced it down into the valley of her cleavage, surprising himself with his boldness. Her skin was a jolt of electricity on his fingertip.

"Miss, your shirt is not buttoned up and the edge of your bra is visible." He ran his finger along the exposed lace of the bra and saw her suppress a smile. His tone was stern. "This is the first infraction of our uniform code. At no point is your bra or bra strap allowed to show." He pulled her bra strap, almost causing her breast to spill out and then released it so it snapped back against her shoulder.

"Ouch! I'm sorry Mister Principal," she pleaded, "I lost my buttons this morning. I bent down to pick up a book and they just popped off." She leaned over to demonstrate. "I guess my breasts have grown since I got this shirt. I had to tie it in a knot to keep it closed. It was the best I could do."

"Regardless of the bra, we may have issues with your skirt as well, young lady." He took the ruler she carried as a prop and squatted in front of her, placing a hand on her knee. Her smooth, taut skin was warm to his touch.

"As you know, your skirt must not stop more than six inches above your knee." He placed the ruler at her knee and the skirt didn't even reach the top of the ruler. "Hmmm" he said, shaking his head.

He circled around behind her and bent down again. "This skirt doesn't even cover the bottom of your butt cheeks!" He traced a finger from her knee up the back of her thigh. Then he grasped the bottom of her skirt and lifted it above her waist, exposing her lace underwear to the entire party.

He didn't want to push Emma beyond her comfort level. When he'd asked about boundaries before their skit, she had looked him directly in the eyes and said softly, "I'll do whatever you want."

David assumed she was more comfortable because she knew he was married. She'd witnessed the incident with his wife along with the rest of the party.

For now, Emma made no move to cover up her behind. David found the proximity and youthful perfection of her exposed butt stimulating.

"What kind of underwear is this?" he demanded.

"A thong."

"A thong," he repeated. "Another clear infraction of our uniform code. Our schoolgirls are not allowed to wear thongs, are they, Miss?"

"No, sir."

"What are we going to do about this?" he clucked. He let the skirt fall back into place but remained kneeling behind her. Slowly he slid his hands up the sides of her thighs and up under her short skirt. She didn't move but he could hear her breathing intensify.

David grasped her thong and gently slid it down her legs. She stood perfectly quiet until the underwear was below the bottom of her skirt.

"Sir!" she exclaimed, sounding truly shocked. David debated whether he was taking this too far. He stood to look in her eyes, leaving her thong bunched at the top of her stockings. What he saw in her face was not discomfort but arousal.

"Miss!" he snapped, eliciting a flinch. "I've made it quite clear that students are forbidden to wear thongs. So, we'll need to take this off."

Her lip bite and subtle change in body language told him that Emma was enjoying his assertiveness. "Yes, sir," she breathed.

He slid the thong down to her feet, leaving her naked underneath the scandalously short skirt. If she moved incorrectly, her pussy would be exposed to the crowd. As he knelt in front of her, David's eyes followed the flawless skin of her thighs up to where the details were just barely lost in the shadows.

Emma carefully stepped out of her underwear and David brought them to his nose for a brief sniff before tucking them into his pocket. He might keep these as a souvenir of the night.

"I'm afraid there are too many violations of the dress code. We are going to have to suspend you and inform your parents."

"No please! Don't tell my parents. They will kill me." Emma began to beg. "Isn't there another way? Please, can we work something out, sir?"

"I don't know, Miss. We have a serious problem on our hands. Your outfit has three infractions - bra showing, skirt too short and a thong." David was willing to end the skit here. But he was also happy to keep going if she was game. "Do you have any ideas about how we can solve this?"

Emma hesitated. "We've already solved the thong. I'm not wearing it anymore." She bit her lip. "If I could fix the visible bra strap would you be willing to overlook the skirt length? I promise not to wear this skirt again."

"Perhaps. But you lost your buttons. How will you hide your bra strap?"

Emma locked eyes with him, gave a sexy smirk and untied the knot in her shirt. His heart began to race. She shrugged it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She was now standing in front of the entire party clad only in a black lace bra and a very short plaid skirt with no panties.

"Miss, you just made the problem much worse." Not that David was complaining. He was trying to memorize the sight of this nubile coed standing before him before the moment was gone.

She moved closer, making sure her back was to the audience, then unclasped her bra. His eyes bugged out as she slid her arms out of the bra straps, still holding the bra in front of her breasts with both hands.

"Miss." he said, at a loss for words. He wanted her so badly.

Emma dropped the bra to the floor and revealed her breasts to him. They were flawless. Perky and full with hard pink nipples.

Whistles and cheers came from the crowd. A lucky few saw her ample side boob. She stood still for a bit, letting David stare. Then she bent down and grabbed the shirt, briefly flashing her nipples to the audience.

She slipped her arms in and tied it in a loose knot. The shirt gaped open, threatening to reveal her hard nipples with every motion. "Will this do, sir?" she asked coyly.

"You are a creative problem solver." David nodded his approval. "Please turn around so I can see the full outfit."

This forced Emma to face the audience for the first time without a bra. She turned slowly, swaying her hips as she did so. The skirt was so short that the motion might have exposed a glimpse of her pussy lips to the crowd.

"Can I go back to class now, sir?"

David hesitated, a moment of indecision. He felt so energized by Emma. He dreaded the return to his boring existence. He knew she was turned on. Could he push her further? He didn't want to take advantage of her trust.

"Okay, Miss, I think that will do quite nicely." Emma began to bow but David interrupted her. "However, it does not excuse the fact that you did violate the uniform code and I feel you need to receive some punishment for your careless behavior."

"Okay," Emma offered. She turned to face him, curious of what he had in mind. "Just please don't tell my parents. Do you want me to clean the chalk boards?"

"No. You need to be punished more severely. Something you won't soon forget." David took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Emma looked at him quizzically.

"You may or may not know," he continued, "but corporal punishment is still permitted in catholic schools in this state. I'm going to invoke my right as Schoolmaster to give you five swats on your behind with this ruler."

Emma grinned. "Oh no! Sir, please be gentle. I didn't mean any harm." She gave him a flirty wink.

He sat on the chair. "Come here and lay over my lap and I will administer your punishment."

She glanced nervously at him, then leaned over onto his crotch. Her breasts rested on one leg and her skirt on the other. David was sure she could feel his hardness against her hip.

Leaning over caused her short skirt to ride higher, exposing the curve of her ass where it met her thighs. David lightly rested his hand against the back of her thigh, relishing the feel of her smooth skin.

"Now, Miss, are you sorry for violating the school dress code?" His palm gently rubbed back and forth across her thigh.

"Yes, sir. I'm very sorry and I won't do it again."

"Good." He slid his hand up her thigh and let it rest on her bare ass cheek. Then he grabbed the hem of her skirt and flipped it up so it lay on her back. She gasped but remained still.