By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2026 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[3,630 words]
* * * * *Sexualizing Michelle
A Stripped for Florida story
By Willie B Florida
Williebflorida@gmail.com
Author’s Note: Readers have asked me how I personally view the Stripped
For Florida program; is it a positive or negative thing, utopian or
dystopian, empowering or abusive? As a person I am both inspired and
appalled by human behavior. As an author I focus on stories that
elucidate how ordinary young people navigate the often contradictory
circumstances of life in contemporary Florida. WB
* * *
Chapter 2: Double Date
After a week of daily sex, Michelle was feeling frisky and ready for
adventure. In addition to spoiling her rotten, I’d encouraged her to
ride me on top and start to become familiar with how to manipulate my
penis inside herself for her own pleasure. I’d also started her on the
fine art of fellation, commonly known as fellatio, or how to such a
dick.
“Most boys your age don’t have good control when it
comes to holding back their orgasm. If they’re on the pills, they’re
going to be hard even after they come, but they’ll be so sensitive that
they won’t want to keep thrusting you. What I recommend is giving them
what’s called “head” first. This is not just my ploy to get you to
spoil boys, although it is true that most boys will do almost anything
to get a blow job. I’m suggesting that you get them off quick with
fellatio and then sit back and enjoy a much better fuck when the boy
has some staying power. Speaking of spoiling boys, why don’t you spend
part of the afternoon practicing your skills on me?” I gave her a
wicked grin, but Michelle was a lot less reserved than her parents had
portrayed her, or, perhaps she was just coming into her own.
Whatever the reason, Michelle loved practicing on my dick. True to my
own advice I followed up by giving her an extended bout of intercourse,
during which we moved from the so-called missionary position, to the
plow or the hook with her legs up on my shoulders. She then rode me for
awhile before I flipped her over onto her belly and slammed into her
pussy from the back. I kept thrusting as she boiled into her orgasm and
kept her going for another ten minutes before resting my body onto
hers.
“That’s the kind of fuck you can get if you give the boy head first,” I whispered in her ear.
“Only if it’s you,” she murmured back. “Not every guy is that good at sex.”
“Really?” I exclaimed in mock surprise. “Who told you that?”
“My girlfriends.”
This time I was actually surprised. “Wait,” I said. “Your friends are having wild sex already?”
“Not so wild, which is the point. I think they’re a little disappointed, to be honest.”
“But they’re having sex?”
“Duh! Some of them are stripped, so it is sort of a given. But, even
kids who aren’t stripped—you might be surprised how many of them are
having sex. Even their parents don’t know.”
“Parents not
paying attention to their kids is a problem. Parents are also more
likely to pay to have their girls sexualized and just leave the boys to
their own devices.”
“Why is that?”
“There is this assumption that boys are naturally wired to be sexual, but that girls have to be ‘woken up’.”
“What do you think?”
“Well,” I put on my virtual thinking cap and pondered for a moment. “In
my experience, any girl can be sexualized, at almost any age. I’m not
suggesting that very young girls be ‘sexualized’ by someone like me,
but it can be done.”
“And then, what, the girl is just sexual forever after that?” Michelle asked.
“Yup. It’s permanent.”
“It makes sense, actually. Nobody else could tell, but I’ve always felt
sexual. You just came along and, like, pushed a button and it was
Vahvoom, ready to go!”
“Which button was that?,” I teased, reaching around to twiddle her clitoris.
Michelle wiggled her butt against my groin and giggled. “Do that again,” she said.
I gently worked her clitoris and feeling her arousal, I put some effort
into it and enjoyed Michelle’s orgasm. I don’t know how many times
she’d come that afternoon. I had totally lost track.
“Hmmm. That was a different feeling.”
“So many kinds of orgasms,” I concurred.
“No, really!”
“I know!” I exclaimed. “Not just for girls. Guys, too. There are so
many different ways to cum, so many different feelings. But that gets
to what we were talking about. Parents think the ‘wake up’ thing is for
girls. As a result it is assumed that girls need to learn all about
sex, which usually means a girl is supposed to learn about how to
please a boy. Which is important, I agree, but a girl also needs to
learn what feels good in her own body. Right?”
“Yes, of course!”
“Good, you passed that quiz question. But boys don’t get much
instruction. They’re supposed to already know how to make a girl feel
good.”
“Which evidently they don’t.”
“It’s not their
fault, really. Of course they don’t. Did you know how to suck my dick
before you practiced and got some detailed feedback from me?”
Michelle shook her head.
“And no matter how good you make me feel, you won’t be expert at the
next boy until you’ve gotten his feedback. Everyone’s a bit different.”
Michelle nodded.
“But perhaps the worst thing for boys is that they’re led to believe
that they only need one thing: get off as soon as possible. Get hard
and shoot. Done. It can take years before boys find out what they’ve
been missing out on: that they can actually experience pleasure. Some
men never figure that out, which is sad.”
“But you only sexualize girls, right?” Michelle asked.
“I’m wondering if I should diversify.”
“You mean, fuck boys?” She asked with surprise.
“Oh, I already fuck boys, just not for money,” I laughed. “But you know
what’s even more fun than fucking boys? I mean, you should know the
answer to that one?”
Michelle looked confused.
“Getting fucked by a boy!” I whooped. “Speaking of which, turn over
please. I need to finish fucking you. I haven’t had an orgasm since you
sucked me off, what, five hours ago?”
“It hasn’t been that long,” Michelle protested.
I answered by fucking her hard and shooting my load way up inside her.
* * *
I navigated through the last of the ruts and parked the car between two
derelict vehicles in the only open space. A more functional looking
automobile was parked to the other side of the single wide trailer. A
newly constructed stairway and small deck contrasted with the worn
siding of the mobile home. I looked over at Michelle who sat in the
passenger’s seat of my sedan.
“Two things: it’s a blind date, maybe even a double blind.” I paused.
Michelle nodded.
I didn’t blame her for being nervous. For a first outing, this was pretty ballsy.
“Do you remember me?” I’d asked him, “it’s about your nephew. Might want to fuck my friend with the pretty tits?”
The man roused himself from his drink and nodded. “Oh, yeah,” he said,
his words slurring as he spoke. “Didn’t think you’d ever come back.
You’re not fooling with me, are you?”
“Naw, I’m serious. Did your sister strip your nephew?”
“I don’t think so. Didn’t want to spend the money or something like
that. Or maybe it was she wanted to surprise him? I’m not sure which.”
After a bit of effort and fumbling around with his phone he was able to
get his sister on the line. She didn’t seem surprised that he was
drunk, and I’m not sure she had any idea why he was calling. I finally
took the phone.
“Hi, Brad here, how are you?”
“Hanging in there.” Her voice was clear and bright, even if the sentiment was more restrained.
“I have a young lady with me, perhaps a similar age to your nephew.
Your brother says your son doesn’t get out much, and I might say the
same about my young friend. I was wondering if they might hit it off,
and maybe you and I could have some fun while they figure out if they
like each other.”
“You say you’re friends with my brother?”
“More like distant acquaintances, I’d say. If this is a bad time…”
“No, not at all. I don’t have to be at work until Thursday. I’m doing
shift work. You know, four days on, three days off. I’m Debra.”
“Brad.”
She gave me her address and I plugged it into my phone GPS to make sure it checked out.
“Alright. Michelle and I will see you shortly.”
“See y’all soon.” Debra let out a girlish giggle.
The sister seemed up for an adventure. I didn’t know anything about the
nephew, but if he was a typical horny teenage boy we should be okay.
We’d driven through the pine woods and here we were.
“What’s the second thing to remember?” I asked Michelle.
“Blow job first and I’ll get a better fuck.”
“If you’re lucky.” We bumped fists and got out of the car.
The door of the trailer opened to reveal a woman of about five six with
mid length curls. She must have tried to spiff up a little because she
wore a ruffled blouse and a short skirt. Bare feet, just a touch of
makeup around the eyes and maybe some blush on the cheeks.
“Brenda? I’m Brad. This is Michelle,”
“Come on in. Payton? Our visitors are here.”
A lanky teen in scuffed jeans and t-shirt emerged from the back of the
trailer. His hair was mousy and scruffy. He was either a late bloomer
in the facial hair department or had just given himself a real good
shave.
“Oh, hi,” he said and then actually took a look at
us. The boy’s eyes scanned Michelle and latched on to her boobs. No
surprise there! The change in attitude was so sudden that both Michelle
and I had to hold back the urge to laugh.
“Don’t be rude,
Payton,” his mother chided him. “Please get our guests some tea. Y’all
can sit here.” Debra moved some laundry aside and made room for us on
the sofa. “I apologize for the mess. It’s just the two of us here, you
know, and sometimes we don’t make the effort we ought to.”
“I’m really not concerned about it,” I said. “I know it seems random, but I’m pleased to meet you!”
Debra looked down and I think she was actually blushing. She held
herself still for a moment and then raised her eyes and gave me a full
on appraisal. “I’m pleased to meet you, too.”
Michelle gave me
a look and I nodded. She got up and went into the small kitchen to help
Payton fill the tall plastic cups with ice and splash tea over the
cubes.
I put my hand on Debra’s bare leg and let it sit there for a moment.
“I was under the impression your son was stripped,” I offered.
“Michelle’s parents stripped her about three weeks ago. She’s still
getting used to it.”
“I have the chip in my bedside table, but
I guess I didn’t see the point.” Debra replied. “We don’t go anywhere.
Payton doesn’t have any friends that live around here. School starts in
August. Maybe I’ll do it then. It would be a shock to strip him just
before the school bus pulls up, wouldn’t it?”
I agreed that it would. The shock factor is big for Florida parents.
“The two of them seem to be getting along,” I said, gesturing my head
toward the kitchen. “They’re taking a real long time to get that tea
ready.”
“That’s a pretty hot looking girl you’ve got in tow.”
“If your boy plays it right he just might get himself laid, not to put it too crudely.”
“My boy?”
“Well, of course he’d have to be stripped for that to happen,” I reminded her.
“Hmmph. We’ll see.”
As if on cue the two teens walked out of the kitchen, each one holding
two tall glasses of iced tea, slices of lemon artfully arranged on the
rims.
“Isn’t this fancy,” Debra cooed.
“Michelle
showed me how,” Payton said. He leaned down and gently placed one glass
in front of his mother and another in front of me. Michelle turned
around and offered Payton one of the glasses she was holding. I noticed
that Payton looked her in the eyes this time before his gaze drifted
down to glance at her nipples. Michelle does have stunning breasts.
They are firm cone shaped globes with prominent aureolas. With all the
sexual activity we’ve been having, her nipples are usually fully
extended with arousal. Michelle didn’t seem at all perturbed by
Payton’s attention, which I took to be a promising sign.
Debra
and I sipped our tea while the two teens ducked outside and sat on the
steps. We could hear their voices, but not well enough to catch their
words.
“You think I should just strip him on the spot?” Debra asked doubtfully. “I mean, what excuse do I give?”
“You’re the parent. You don’t need an excuse. Son, I’ve just applied the chip. Strip off immediately or I’ll call the Sheriff.”
Debra grinned. “No, really.”
“Really. You can also say you’re sick of doing laundry, that there’s no
room in this trailer for all his stuff, that school’s starting and you
don’t want to buy him new clothes. You could also tell him that if
three people are going to be nude around here that you might just join
them.”
“You naughty man,” Debra chided him, but she got up and
went to her bedroom. Brad could hear her rummaging in a drawer before
coming back to the living room.
After awhile Payton and Michelle came back inside.
“It’s hot out there,” Payton complained.
Michelle shrugged. “I told him it’s a lot more comfortable when you’re
not wearing clothes. I can’t believe how different it feels. I only got
stripped three weeks ago, ma’am,” Michelle explained to Debra.
“Let’s just say it’s perfect timing then,” Debra remarked. “I’ve been
meaning to do this for awhile.” She heaved herself up off the sofa and
reached out and stuck something behind Payton’s ear. “Son, I just put
that strip sticker on you. The chip will be embedded in about ten
seconds, I think they say, so you better be getting out of those
clothes. Come to think of it, the two of you can go bag up all Payton’s
raggedy old stuff. I don’t think they’re good enough even to donate.
We’ll just haul everything over to the county dump.”
Payton just stared at his mother in shock.
“What?” Debra said. “Did I not make myself clear, young man? Strip off
and go get rid of all that shit. I know I can’t traipse around naked in
public like y’all can, but if three people are going to be nude around
here I just might take my clothes off, too.”
The thought of seeing his mother naked seemed to motivate Payton. “Come on, Michelle, let’s go to my room.”
“Get some trash bags before you go,” Debra called out.
The kids got trash bags from the kitchen cabinet and disappeared to the
back bedroom. For awhile it seemed that they were cleaning out Payton’s
dresser drawers but soon things got quieter. I had a fairly good idea
what was happening and felt my own member twitch. Debra must have been
more in tune with her son than I expected.
“Looks like
you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” she said, looking down at my
quickly hardening penis. “Let me get a little more comfortable and I’ll
take care of that.”
Next thing I knew I was being gently
pushed down against the sofa cushions and then my penis was engulfed in
Debra’s luscious wet lips. I held out for as long as possible, taking
in every bit of pleasure being offered, but Debra’s expert
ministrations were too much and soon enough I was pumping my juice
straight down her throat. Debra waited only about ten minutes before
stroking me back to a hard on. She straddled my body and positioned my
penis at her opening.
“I guess we should have the talk beforehand,” she said.
“Okay…” I said.
“Have you had sexual relations recently?”
“I have.”
“How recently?”
“This morning.”
Debra arched an eyebrow and looked toward the back room.
I nodded.
“I figured as much. She your girlfriend?”
“I work as a sexualizer. I fuck kids for a living.”
“Wow. I’d heard of that, but didn’t even know if it was a real thing.
Why do people pay money for something kids just do anyway?”
“I’m not real sure, ma’am,” I replied. “Michelle’s parents are paying
me, which is why she’s probably back there screwing your boy as we
speak.”
“She’s a hot one, I’m not going to lie,” Debra remarked. “A bit out of Payton’s league maybe?”
“We’ll see. Payton may have more going for him than you imagine.”
“I’m his mother and I sure hope so. Says he’s going to get a job, but
the car don’t run. Says he’ll fix the car, but it’s too hot outside.
Says he’ll finish high school but in the next breath wonders what the
point is. I go to work and pay the bills and hope this place doesn’t
get flooded in the next hurricane. Last question, you tested positive
for any diseases, you know the kind I mean?”
“My line of work, I have to be clean as a whistle,” I replied.
Debra slammed down onto my dick and went to town. “God, it’s been a
long time. You sure feel good.” After that she stopped talking and just
fucked. I smiled to myself. She followed my advice to Michelle, even
when dealing with a grown man. Give him a blow job first. You’ll have a
much longer ride ahead if you do.
• • •
“Want to come in?” Michelle asked.
The car was idling in front of her parents’ house.
“Okay,” I said as I pulled the car alongside the curb and turned off the engine.
I followed behind as Michelle unlocked the door. I usually waved at her
parents as we made our way past the living room, but this time I
thought I should stop and chat. It wasn’t an absolute requirement, but
soon enough I was going to need to update them on their daughter’s new
escapades. I wasn’t planning to go into details about the who and
where, but they were sure to be thrilled about the what. As it turns
out the living room was unoccupied and we went straight up to
Michelle’s bedroom. She spread herself out on the bed. Her expectations
were clear and she got what she wanted. Her contractions were like a
throbbing vice grip and she didn’t hold back on the vocals. I held
myself poised above her, our bodies linked only by the tip of my penis
and watched the sweat pour off her skin. When her breathing returned to
normal I gently pulled out and lay beside her. I woke up hours later.
Michelle was fast asleep. I got up, dressed and walked lightly down the
stairs. A light was on in the living room. I had no idea what time it
was, but the sky was dark outside.
Michelle’s father sat in an armchair, lit by a dim lamp. “Taking good care of my girl?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
“Brad, I know she’s hot, but there’s got to be more to this than the two of you going at it like jackrabbits every day.”
“Your daughter’s fantastic, sir. No doubt about it. I wanted to report
to you earlier, but nobody was here when we got to the house. Michelle
had her first outside sexual encounter earlier today.”
“Glad to hear it, Brad.”
“In the next week I expect she’ll have sex with at least five guys other than me.”
“Alright.”
“Michelle may still want to finish the day with me. I consider that part of the training.”
“Convenient for you.”
“One of the perks of the job, sir.”
“Keep on it. I’m paying you good money and I expect results.”
“She’ll be the sexiest girl in history.”
“Good night, Brad.”
I’d probably promised too much. Best to keep my mouth shut. “Good night, Mr. Delville.”
I closed the front door behind me and drove to a club I occasionally
frequent. Rainbow flags adorn the front of the building, but for
reasons largely having to do with parking, the entrance is around back.
The music was pulsing too loudly. I reached into my pocket and
retrieved the earplugs I keep for just such moments. It was still the
early crowd and the club was less than half full. By one in the morning
the dance floor would be packed with sweaty bodies touching skin to
skin. I moved in rhythm to the music, scoping out the dancers. When I
found the right couple I moved alongside and matched their movements.
They adjusted to accommodate me, which confirmed my assessment. After
two or three dance numbers we moved seamlessly to the bar and ordered
drinks.
“Brad,” I said.
“Danny…”
“and Marcus,” they introduced themselves.
I introduced my proposal in the direct manner that some folks find
reassuring. No beating around the bush. Finding them agreeable, we made
arrangements and I said my farewells.
“Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow evening.” I headed out into the night alone.