By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[4,376 words]
* * * * *The Skylar Kids
A Stripped for Florida Story
By Willie B Florida
williebflorida@gmail.com
5.
The next day they basked in the best that Florida has to offer. That
was Amanda’s opinion and as far as she could tell the kids thought so
too. They woke at sunrise and watched the mist clear over the crystal
clear head spring. A lone great white egret glided silently across the
spring bowl. The early morning watery huse of deep blue and aquamarine
gave way to sun speckled lilac and turquoise ripples, constantly
churning out from the deep underground aquifer. The kids splashed in
and out of the spring, and when they got cold sunned themselves
alongside the river run. Woodpeckers knocked away in the distance.
Warblers flitted between the pines, oaks and palms. Cypress knees poked
their knobby protuberances all around the edges of the spring bowl. As
the sun grew warmer turtles pulled themselves out of the water and
arranged themselves one after the other along the fallen logs at the
edge of the river run. The children laughed and played, unencumbered by
clothes, body paint, inserts or attachments. Without the pills penises
flopped this way and that. No webs or sleeves or beads or stimulators
brought young bodies to climax.
Charlene closed her eyes and ran through the list of all the improvements her teens would undergo in a few days time.
Amanda lay back and watched sunlight dapple through the leaf canopy
above and thought about taking her family back to the northern edge of
Florida, to their own little bit of paradise down a sand road through
the woods, with the creek running through, and the nearest neighbors
beyond sight or sound.
The next day everyone took a last swim before pitching in to pack up the campsite. The kids hugged one another.
“Come visit us!”
“We’ll show you our place in the woods.”
“Come back to Orlando, or down where we live. You hardly saw anything.”
“We could go camping again!”
“There’s more theme parks, we didn’t even go to SeaWorld.”
There was an intensity in knowing they were cousins and sharing so many experiences in the space of a few days.
Finally Tyrone and Amanda persuaded Sherry, Rachel and Colin to get
into their car. With lots of shouts of good-bye and take care and drive
safely, Tyrone slowly steered the car out of the campsite and along the
unpaved roadway, and then at last they pulled out of the State Park and
onto the county road. Soon all three children were fast asleep in the
back seat.
“The kids had so much fun today,” Amanda remarked.
“Even Carl,” Tyrone observed. “He’s going to lose it if Charlene does everything she’s signed him up for.”
“I have no doubt she’ll do it, too,” Amanda mused. “It’ll be a shock, she says. I have the stomach for it, she says.”
Tyrone shook his head. “How did you say you two were related?” He asked.
“Mom?” a small voice spoke up from the back seat.
“I thought you were asleep, Sherry.”
“They’re asleep, I’m just thinking.”
“What’s on your mind, sweetie?”
“Samantha says there are these rings for girls, they go down here.”
“I can’t see you, baby, go down where?”
“At the top of my vagina. You know, what you call the feel good place?”
“Uh, huh.”
“Samantha says there are girls in her class, they get a ring there and
it feels really good. She’s going to ask her mom to get her one.”
“That’s nice.”
“Can I get one, too. Please?”
“I’m not sure, honey. I’m going to have to think about it.”
“Those balls you had them put inside me…”
“I thought you liked them.”
“Oh, I did,” Sherry said excitedly. “They were very nice. But Samantha says the ring feels even better.”
“But she’s never had one.”
“Her friends have had the balls and the ring, and that’s what they all say.”
Amanda gazed out the window.
“Please, mom, please!”
“We did try out a lot of stuff on them,” Tyrone ventured.
“I know.”
“I mean, what did we expect to happen?”
“I don’t know.”
“We could just stop on the way and get it. I’ll be real quite and
cooperative, even if it hurts just a little bit when they put it in,”
Sherry offered. “That’s what Samantha’s friends told her. It stings
when they put it in, but then it feels so yummy.”
They
promised Sherry they’d stop on the way home. After another hour and a
half, Tyrone pulled the car off the exit ramp. As the car slowed Colin
woke up.
“What are we doing?” He asked.
“We’re
stopping in Gainesville for a pit stop. I’m sure everyone needs to use
a bathroom, we’ll grab something to eat, and we’re making a quick
detour for something Sherry wants.” Tyrone turned at the light. “34th
Street Deli. That sounds like a local place. Probably good.” He pulled
into a parking place and switched off the car.
“Can I have my clothes back now?” Colin asked.
His entire family turned to stare at him.
“Honey, you’re stripped now,” his mom reminded him.
“I did the whole Orlando thing, and it was cool. But if we’re going
into a restaurant I’d feel more comfortable wearing something.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” Amanda said.
“We’re naked until we turn 21,” Rachel stated. “I can’t believe you don’t know that, Colin.”
Colin opened the door, got out and slammed it shut. “I can’t believe
you did this to me, fuckers. We’re going to be the only naked kids in
the entire county. I’m not going to school this year, and that’s
final.” Colin stood awkwardly outside the car for another moment. “Can
you all get out, please,” he added in a quieter voice. “If I don’t eat
I’m going to faint.”
The rest of the family got out of the car and trudged across the lot.
Someone sang out, “Welcome to the 34th Street Deli,” as they entered
the air conditioned interior. When their eyes accustomed to the dimly
lit interior they found a booth and squeezed themselves in.
A
server came over. After placing their orders Amanda asked, “Is there a
piercing place near here? I mean, for stripped kids?” She waved her
hand at her three progeny.
“Shark Tooth,” she replied. “It’s
basically across the street from here. Turn right out of the parking
lot and left at the light. It’s in the big Publix plaza.”
“Shark Tooth?” Tyrone asked.
“Yeah, it’s local, not one of those big emporiums. They’re super nice and they’ll take good care of your kids.”
“Thanks, we’ll check it out after we eat.”
Colin made a show of sulking and casting dark glances at his family
members, but he had a good appetite and wolfed his food down
voraciously.
“I’m going to the restroom,” he growled. “Fuckers.”
His parents let it go, but as soon as he walked away Amanda conferred
with Tyrone. “Maybe Charlene has the right idea. I’m inclined to
include him in this Shark Tooth visit.”
Rachel’s eyes went big. “You’re not going to do to him what Charlene did to Carl, are you?”
“I consider myself a reasonable person, Rachel,” Amanda advised her daughter. “We won’t do anything extreme.”
“I still get my ring, right?” Sherry asked.
“Of course, sweetie,” Amanda reassured her.
Rachel looked at her mother suspiciously. “Just don’t hurt him, okay?”
“Of course not,” Amanda replied.
Food eaten, bill paid, they trouped out to the car, buckled in and made the two minute trip to the shopping plaza.
“There it is,” Tyrone pointed to a small storefront with the sign Shark
Tooth in front. An unlit neon sign in the window spelled out “milking
in progress.”
“What’s that about?” Amanda wondered.
“Who gives a shit,” Colin muttered. But he got out of the car with the rest of his family.
“Hi, everyone!” The person behind the counter had curly green hair, ear
plugs, tie-dyed overalls and a fiercely indeterminate gender
presentation. “Y’all here for something special or just looking around?”
Sherry stepped up and presented herself, “I want a ring for down here.”
“We’d like to get a clit hood ring for our daughter,” Amanda explained,
“the kind that vibrates. I’ve never done this before, so you can
explain the options.”
“For sure! My name’s Rage and this is
Mike,” Rage waved toward a young man emerging from the back of the
store. “We can fill you in on the options. What’s your name young lady?”
“Sherry.”
“Why don’t you hop onto this recliner, Sherry, and we’ll bring the
different rings out on a tray for your parents to look over.”
Two recliners were arranged facing the large shop window. Anyone out on
the sidewalk would have an unobstructed front row view of what was
going on inside, although it didn’t seem like anyone was outside at the
moment. Sherry climbed up and settled herself back on the recliner. She
opened her legs and then closed them and then looked up at the ceiling
which was covered with stickers.
“My friend’s a sticker artist,” Rage explained. “Every time she makes a new design I put one of them up there.”
“We’d also like to get a ring for our son, here,” Tyrone said.
“What?” Colin exclaimed. “I never asked for anything!”
“If you could bring out a few penis ring options, we’re looking for
something that can’t be removed. I’ve heard they have models with
pulsating bearings that can be programmed? Oh, and a prostate probe or
tickler. Maybe you could demo that for us here?”
“We’d love to,” Sage replied. “Mike, you want to get those Pulsar models while I have a chat with this good looking young man.”
Colin was at that very moment heading out the door, but turned to look at Sage.
“Yes, that’s right. I was talking about you. Tell me your name?”
“Colin.”
“Good solid name. You’ve got a nice bod. Nothing to be ashamed of. Let me guess, you were stripped about two months ago?”
“Four days.”
“You must have been outdoors a lot.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Or maybe you ran around naked even before you were stripped?” Sage asked teasingly.
“Maybe. I mean, yes . . .” Colin hesitated, wanting to be polite, but unsure whether to add ma’am or sir.
Sage caught on to the boy’s dilemma. “It’s okay,” Sage reassured him,
“I don’t know what people are supposed to say in my case, either. I’m
non-binary, but people want to be respectful.”
Colin nodded, unsure what to do with this information.
“If I had your body, I’d definitely go for what your parents are suggesting.” Sage looked Colin in the eye. “Just saying.”
“Why would you do that? You don’t know my situation.”
“I don’t know you, but I know Florida. You’ve been stripped and you are
going to be stark naked from now until you turn 21 years old. I imagine
you want to feel good, enjoy your body, not get bullied, make friends,
and maybe find a special someone one day. Am I close?”
Colin nodded.
“So this ring, it runs in cycles. It takes you from half hard to a nice
firm erection and then back around again. It’s more comfortable than
being on the full dose of pills and way better than the shot, if you’ve
ever experienced that.”
Colin shook his head no.
“Well, let’s just say the shot is not a fun thing, although some
parents think it is a super idea,” Sage said in a conspiratorial voice.
“The ring nestles down low on your shaft, and if you pick a nice one it
doubles as a fashion accessory. Best of all, it just makes you feel
good all the time. Bonus: boys can be nasty and a big dick somehow
signals bullies to back off.” Sage waved a hand as Colin started to
protest. “It doesn’t make sense to me either, but that’s how it is.”
Colin nodded.
“Would you like to hop up on this recliner and see the selection that
Mike has pulled together. Maybe we can look first and then let your
parents choose?”
Colin moved away from the door and half sat
down on the edge of the recliner. Mike came over with a tray of rings
and began explaining the different features of each one.
Sage moved over to show the “clit ring” selection to a very
enthusiastic Sherry and her mother. Rachel hovered a discrete distance
away, trying to catch what was being said while making sure to look
disinterested. After a few minutes of dithering over the choices,
Sherry pointed to one.
“Mom, what do you think? Would this be a good choice?”
Amanda nodded her approval and Sage asked Sherry to lie down and spread
her legs. She applied disinfectant and a little numbing ointment to the
little hood protecting Sherry’s clitoris and then picked up the
piercing gun. By the time Sherry let out a yelp the ring was already in
place and the gun was sitting on the side table.
“Want to
see?” Sage asked, producing a mirror so Sherry could take a look.
“Better yet, want to feel it? I’ll switch it on while I explain to
mother how to take care of it. This is the remote. You can turn it on
or off, change the intensity, or select from a variety of pre-set
patterns. If you keep it on a 2 or 3 she’ll feel a nice buzz. It
depends on the girl, but somewhere around a 7 or 8 will produce an
orgasm. Some parents keep their girl on a 9 or 10 all the time, which
basically means she will be cumming continuously. It’s your right as a
parent to do whatever you want, but at Shark’s Tooth we consider the
higher settings to be something you do only once in awhile. Continual
orgasm might sound fun, but it can actually be torture.”
Amanda nodded.
“There’s a very tiny battery in the ball of the ring. To charge it you
plug this cord into any USB outlet and click the ball into this cup. It
charges real fast. If you sit with her for about 15 minutes once every
3 or 4 days you can keep it charged. Do you have any questions?”
“Does it stay in all the time?” Amanda asked.
“Yes, we’ve installed it to be permanent. As she grows older if you
decide you want her to have something else, then this one will have to
be snipped off. Just take baths or showers regularly, or swim in a pool
or a spring, and it will be completely safe. Oh, one thing, for all
your kids, make sure to keep them on the girl or boy pills daily. For
your son it doesn’t have to be the full dose, especially since he’s
getting a ring. But the pills do more than keep a boy hard—I know,
that’s what they’re famous for—but they have all sorts of other
benefits. Most important is birth control. It’s hard to tell parents
this, especially since your kids are on the younger side, but stripped
kids are allowed to have sex with any other stripped kid. Funny thing,
because otherwise everything is up to the parents. You strip them, you
decide what paraphernalia to rig them up with, you even decide what
intensity this ring is going to be set at. But your kid is the one who
chooses when, how and with whom to have sex. Isn’t that wild?”
“I guess I never that about that,” Amanda admitted. “A cousin I didn’t
even know I had, invited us to Orlando. She stripped her kids and we
stripped our kids for the occasion and suddenly, it’s a whole new
world!”
“They say getting stripped is a surprise for the kid,”
Sage observed, “but it seems this time it was almost as much of a
surprise for you! Speaking of surprises, Mike has turned on the sign.
We’re in for a show.”
The neon sign was now blinking “milking
in progress” in bright white flashes. As if out of nowhere a small
group of people had gathered outside the window. On the table next to
Sherry, Colin appeared to be relaxing, but behind him Mike was
methodically putting things in order on a stainless steel cart that
looked like it belonged in a dental office. Tyrone appeared equally
ready to comfort his son, or grab him to prevent him from escaping.
“Alright, Colin, are we ready?” Mike asked. “Remember that this ring is
going to feel fantastic. But to get it on you we need to milk you
first. Honestly, it is an experience every boy should have at least
once. We have a few patrons who have liked it so much the parents bring
their kid in for regular sessions!”
As was so commonly the
case with the SFF program, it was unclear whether the patron was “the
boy in question” or the parents. Colin remained in a wait and see
attitude. It was going to be hard to bolt. Not only was his dad
hovering over him, but he could see a small crowd outside blocking the
exit door. But the biggest difficulty was that he’d never been anywhere
outside his own rural corner of Florida. The county he lived in was so
isolated from the surround area that it was even known by the moniker
“a peninsula within a peninsula.” As a result he’d have no idea what to
do once he got out of the parking lot! But there was no more time for
contemplation. Mike had walked around from behind him and was holding
what looked like a long, slender, flexible wand.
“I’ve got
this all lubed up. It’s going to feel very odd at first and then you
will start feeling some intense sensations. I suggest you stay relaxed
and not move more than is necessary because I don’t want to hurt you.
Colin tried to follow what seemed like contradictory statements. Colin
found Mike’s instructions alarming, but then he was told to relax.
Mike placed the tip of the wand at the opening to Colin’s anal canal
and gave a gentle but persistent push. After a few moments the wand
began gliding up inside of the boy’s body. Colin felt like he need to
poop and at the same time as if he were being stimulated with a live
wire. Nerve endings sizzled. Slowly but surely his penis engorged with
blood and extended outwards from his body. He didn’t think his erection
had ever been this full.
The crowd outside watched,
mesmerized. To be fair, everyone inside the Shark’s Tooth was watching
intently as well. The fascination of the phallus was in full power.
Mike threaded the wand up until it was touching Mike’s prostate and
then tuned it to low vibration. Mike felt a web of nerves, deep inside
his body, that he didn’t even know existed. Mike turned the vibration
up a little more and then set it to full on. Mike bucked his hips up
into the air as if he had been attached to an electric current. After
another minute he began shooting jets of sperm up into the air and
across the floor. The crowd outside seemed electrified as well. Mike
shot jet after jet. Milking in progress.
After what seemed
hours, but could only have been timed in minutes, or even seconds, Mike
slumped onto the recliner and stared with glazed eyes at the ceiling.
The recliner, floor and Mike’s clothes were splattered with long
strands of ejaculate. The crowd outside burst into applause and Mike
switched off the neon sign.
Incongruously, Colin’s penis was
still as hard as when the session had started. The prostate
stimulation, a dose of the pills and a coating of arousal fluid had the
combined effect of keeping the teen phallus completely engorged. Mike
slicked the member up with lubricant and slid an aluminum ring all the
way down to the base. He picked up the remote control device from the
stainless steel cart and gave it a tap. Colin gave a start and his
penis visibly throbbed.
“We milked him as dry as we could,”
Mike explained. “There’s no way he can ejaculate anything more for the
moment. But if I turn this all the way up, he’ll still feel the orgasm.”
“You didn’t hurt him, did you?” Rachel asked.
“Not at all. His body is already making more sperm. Give him half an hour and he could shoot all over again.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” Sherry said with awe.
“Yeah, boys are pretty incredible,” Mike agreed. “Girls, too. You want
to try cumming more often? Girls can cum all day without stopping. Your
parents might give it a try once in awhile.”
Sherry pursed her lips and looked at her mom? “Is that true?”
“We’ll have to play around and see what happens,” Amanda replied. “But,
I’ve got one more request before we’re done here. Rachel, could you
please climb up on that recliner Sherry was on.”
“I’m fine, mom, honestly,” Rachel replied.
“I know you’re fine, but there’s one more thing to take care of before we drive home.”
“Whatever it is, I . . . “ Rachel started.
“That was an order, young lady,” her mom stated flatly.
Rachel knew that voice. Her mother wasn’t kidding. It was now Rachel
who was in the same boat Colin had been in. She had no idea where they
were or what to do if she walked out the door. Like her brother, she’d
never been outside of their county, enclosed as it was by rivers and
forests.
“I just don’t want you to miss out on the fun, as
Charlene put it,” her mom explained. “Sage, we need one of those rings
for Rachel.”
In spite of her protestations, Rachel had noticed
that her little sister seemed awfully happy with the ring sensations.
Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world. Rachel lay back while Sage
administered the antiseptic rub and a dab of numbing fluid. Having
watched her sister get the procedure, Rachel thought she’d be prepared.
But when Sage set the gun in place and did the actual piercing, Rachel
let out a shriek. A moment later the pleasurable sensations started up.
She didn’t know if she was more embarrassed at having screamed, or
about having an orgasm in the middle of the store. Sage had the ring on
its highest setting and watched with amusement as the girl writhed on
the recliner.
“That will give you an idea of what you can do
with her if you want to,” Sage told Amanda. “Like I said, here at
Shark’s Tooth we don’t advise doing this to your kids all the time.
But, I have to admit that once in awhile it can be awfully fun to
watch!”
“Why do you call it Shark’s Tooth,” Sherry asked Sage.
“Did you ever go shark tooth hunting in the creek?” Sage asked. “I used to do it all the time when I was growing up.”
“Yeah, we have lots of them near our house.”
“We do a lot of piercings here at the store. It’s not all rings and
wands and stuff. In the old days, long ago, the people who lived in
this part of Florida didn’t wear clothes for most of the year. They
were naked, just like you and your sister and brother. But it wasn’t
just kids. Adults didn’t wear clothes, either, unless it was really
cold. So they used tattoos, and cuts and bumps and scars to decorate
their bodies. Shark teeth were common then, too, just like they are
now, and they’re really sharp.”
Sherry nodded her head vigorously.
“So they’re really good for making the cuts for tattoos.”
“Is that what you do here?” Sherry asked.
“Unfortunately, the board of health is not in favor of that idea, so we
use sterile needles.” Sage nodded her head. “But, if I was going to do
a tattoo at my house, maybe I’d use a shark tooth.”
“Cool.”
After saying their good-byes the Skylar family ensconced themselves
back into the car for the rest of the ride home. Tyrone was driving.
Amanda sat in the passenger seat playing with the three remote control
devices. She gauged the effects by the sounds emanating from the back
seat. The gurgling and cooing and occasional shrieks from the girls.
The gasps and yells from Colin. She notched the settings low to lull a
kid into complacency and then experimented with moving the intensity up
again. She wanted to know what difference it made to move it up slowly
or suddenly.
“You know, mom,” Colin said during one of the
lulls. Amanda moved the ring to its highest intensity and Colin’s
speech became incoherent. She lowered it back down. “Mom…” Colin
waited. “Um, just let me speak for a moment.”
“Sorry, honey, this is just too fun. But go ahead. I’m listening.”
“This ring isn’t quite what they said it would be. I mean, don’t get me
wrong, it’s pretty cool to cum and all. But, Sage said it would be more
comfortable than the pills. I don’t think the pills are that
comfortable, and you say I still have to take them every morning.”
“Just one, not the full dose.”
“But, I was only taking one in Orlando, and it kept me hard all the time.”
“It’s probably because you’re a teenager.”
Colin rolled his eyes. “I’m going to be a teenager for years, mom.
That’s my life! Anyway, I’m just saying, this ring does the same thing
as the pills, except worse.”
“The ring is worse than the pills?”
“Yeah, because you keep messing with it. The pills, I took one in the
morning and that was it. Now you have it on some cycle, as Sage said,
or you just push all those buttons and do whatever you want.”
“Remember when we first discussed whether to go to Orlando or not?”
Colin nodded with resignation.
“What did I tell you?”
“You said the experience might change our lives -- maybe permanently.”
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